Pirates, swordsmen who gradually grow up to liberate the world

Ella pouted and rolled her eyes at Alsace with a suppressed smile, looking unpretentious.

"But, those female ninjas soliciting customers on the street, their white bodies in kimonos are so tempting! Tsk, tsk, tsk." Alsace was very close to Ella's face, deliberately using these words to stimulate her desire as a woman. Strong and competitive mentality.

Hearing this, Ella naturally understood. There are many such businesses in Konoha Village.

There were too many of those women in those taverns.

But I don't care much about it.

Just like Alsace said, he is only six years old now, so what if he dresses coquettishly? He can't be happy.

"They are all at home, be careful what you say."

"Al! Come back to your room, I have something to talk to you about."

Fugaku and Mikoto, who heard the noise in the room, immediately called him in the room to come in immediately.

Fugaku's tone was serious.

Since coming to this home, Fugaku has been very strict with Al, but he refuses to grant him ninjutsu.

Even now Ella is covered in medical ninjutsu, but at least she was taught by them.

As a result, both of them started their old business.

One person secretly practices bow and arrow. One person secretly practices swordsmanship and physical skills in private.

Thus, it was discovered that this world does not have a perverted body like the pirate world, and chakra cannot be used like Haki.

in this world.

Except for the Substitute Technique, there is no absolutely invincible body. No matter how powerful you are, you will be injured by Ninjutsu or Shuriken.

All you have to do is play with your brain.

"coming."

Entering the courtyard of the room, following the customs of this world, he took off his shoes and returned home to see Fugaku and Mikoto kneeling on the floor of the living room, waiting for him quietly.

He walked up to the two of them and sat cross-legged on the floor, being stared at by Fugaku and Mikoto.

"We have something to discuss with you, Al."

"what's up?"

In the past four years, Al had never called him and Mikoto "adopted mother and father", and this behavior made him very dissatisfied.

"Ninja school starts in a few days. You're old enough to go to school, Al."

"so what?"

"Ahem!" Fugaku glared at Al, very angry at his indifferent attitude.

Four years ago he did think Al was cute when he was 2 years old. But now that he is getting older, all that can be seen from his surface is a cold appearance, as if he has no feelings for himself and this family.

Seeing Fugaku's emotions, Mikoto reached out to comfort him, and then looked at Al: "Al, we don't know what you went through when you were 2 years old, but we have raised you for so many years, so you should speak up and call us righteous." Father and stepmother in return?"

Fugaku also said what he had been holding back for a long time at this moment.

"Could it be that I can't even feel a little affection for you after four years of dedication? What's going on with your character? That calm appearance doesn't look like a child at all."

However, Ella called them because of the food and was not rejected by them.

In front of Ella, as long as the food is enough, don't say "adopted father", even if it is ten times, she can still lick them and cry out.

Al was different. When he screams, it means that he has recognized the existence of such emotions in his heart.

In other words, he will be the brother of Uchiha Sasuke and Itachi in the future.

But without barking, so many years of free upbringing may not necessarily be good.

Ella sat on the floor and said nothing, quietly watching the silent Al make his decision.

Now they are living under the protection of others, and their strength is not as strong as before, which can crush the mainland with one sword, or even destroy a giant island with one arrow.

He just has the body of an ordinary person and has the same strength as an ordinary person.

The blood chakra eyes opened early, which also allowed them to realize how different their bodies were, only slightly better than geniuses.

Considering various factors, Al still lowered his head and shouted to the two of them: "Father and mother."

When Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto heard Al yelling for the first time in four years, the corners of their mouths began to slowly rise.

"It's not easy. I thought you had it because of some reason and tragic experience. It seems that I misunderstood you, Al."

"Al, your personality is too cold. But don't do this to your family members. We already treat you as our own children."

"Hahaha." Uchiha Fugaku suddenly felt much happier and laughed loudly: "When things settle down after the war, Mikoto and I plan to give you a younger brother or younger sister."

"Don't say that in front of the children. Let's get ready for dinner."

Ella on the side held her chin, thinking; in terms of age, they are children, right?

However, after all, following Al back to another world on this bizarre adventure can be considered a fresh start in life, right?

Mikoto walked to the kitchen and began to put the prepared meals on the table.

Uchiha Fugaku approached Al and patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Al, tomorrow morning I will take you to a nearby place to learn ninjutsu, so that you will be better than the children of the same level when you enter the Konoha Ninja School."

Hearing this, Al looked up at him: "Are you willing to let me go to school?"

"Of course! I'm going to start teaching you the use of the blood chakra eye. You are my adopted son, Uchiha Fugaku."

After dinner, Ella and Al, still young, still slept in the same room.

As their adoptive mother, Mikoto opened the door and smiled as she looked at the two sleeping soundly in the room.

Knowing that Al has human emotions makes him relieved that he is not so cold.

"Perhaps, in this era where the wars have just subsided, his character is not wrong, Mikoto."

"But from a family's perspective, you don't think he can do this to us, right?"

"That's right. I just hope he has some affection for us instead of coming in and out like a stranger every day. As the head of the family, I will no longer allow this to happen."

The next morning.

Al was directly woken up from his room by Uchiha Fugaku, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and left the mansion. Go to the forest where the Uchiha clan trains.

"Ha~" He was still a little sleepy and walked behind Fugaku, yawning continuously.

"Let's see what your talents are today, Al. Let's start with the most basic ninja throwing shuriken."

"Oh."

"louder please!"

"Oh!"

He was very reluctant to be taught such a lesson, and he had no choice in the current situation, so he had to obey it obediently.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be controlled? That sucks for people with families. Al thought.

arrive at the destination.

Where the Uchiha clan lives, there is a large lake in the middle of the back mountain. The lake is surrounded by dense forest trees.

There are many shuriken carvings on the tree trunks near the lake.

The two stopped in front of a tree full of shuriken targets.

Uchiha Fugaku turned around, handed Al the pocket full of shurikens at his waist, and said seriously: "This is the most basic hidden weapon for ninja entry, shuriken. Today you have to learn to throw this."

I opened my somewhat heavy belt bag and saw that it was filled with meteor darts of the same size.

With four sharp corners, its lethality cannot be underestimated in the ninja world.

"Is this too simple?" Al frowned, looking at the dart in his hand and said disdainfully.

"Stop talking nonsense, aim at the red bullseye on the tree first, throw a few and let me see." Uchiha Fugaku stood behind him, folding his hands on his chest and observing.

About 4 meters away, Al took out a dart in his hand and threw it hard towards the bullseye.

duang——

One of the sharp corners of the shuriken hit the red bullseye on the target without any deviation.

Throw this kind of thing, whether it is changing the trajectory or throwing it in a straight line. It's all easy for him.

The consciousness in the pirate world exists in his brain, so this kind of thing is child's play for him.

"Good job." Fugaku's expression remained unmoved. Instead, he observed that there was no pride or joy in hitting the bull's-eye on Al's face, and he looked very calm and composed.

"Try to hit the invisible bullseye, on the left and right sides of the tree trunk, and on the back."

After about an hour of shuriken training, no matter what Fugaku asked to hit the target, Al was able to hit it with several shurikens.

Until his calm expression began to change, and he gradually became unbelievable.

Possessing the shuriken throwing qualifications and skills of a Jonin at the age of 6? !

Under the sun, Al shook his wrist in discomfort: "My wrist is so sore."