People are in Hokage, one person at a time

"I heard Yashiro-sama say that I need to report to the police station tomorrow."

"Police department?"

Hearing this, Zhisui's three friends all raised their heads and looked at Zhisui in disbelief.

As a resident of Konoha, even children have heard of the name of the Police Department's Law Enforcement Team.

After all, the style of the police department is like this: paralyzed, arrogant, and maverick. If there is any emergency, the first move is to have two magatama pink eyes.

Catalyzed by negative emotions, with Uchiha's escaping qualities, it is no longer something that can be washed away casually.

That's why Anko and the others were surprised that Shisui would join the police department. After all, Shisui...

"You're lying, Shisui, you're only six years old. Joining the police department or something...is there really no problem?"

"I heard it's just training. It's all arranged by the clan. After all, for a senior in the police department, I still have a lot to learn."

Zhisui laughed. The current Zhisui was not the hard-working man who worked for his tribe and the village. Naturally, the current Zhisui was still full of yearning for the police department.

Uchiha's glory is no joke.

"All Uchiha work in the police department, but I have never seen this senior in the patrol team."

Hongdou said indifferently. After all, Hongdou has been able to talk since he was a child. It is normal to speak a few words more.

"This, Hongdou, Brother Qingyuan..."

"It's true that I don't work in the police department. After all, I haven't opened my eyes yet. In order to ensure the quality of the police department, only people who have opened their eyes will become the reserve team of the police department."

"Open your eyes. What are they? Are they red eyes like Shisui's?"

"Idiot Anko, that's the limit of Uchiha's blood inheritance."

Kamizuki Izumo complained: "Mingming teacher introduced it in the first class."

"Is that so? How come I have no impression at all?"

"Anko, you were asleep during class, how could you have any impression?"

"Slander, slander, Izumo and Kotetsu are slandering me, Shisui, aren't you a member of the police department? Arrest them both quickly."

Anko said slightly panicked, as a jounin child, although the Mitarashi couple were not in Konoha at this time, there was a chance that rumors would be heard.

"Anko, you..."

Shisui hesitated to speak, but finally sighed.

"Don't make trouble, Anko. In fact, Senior Qingyuan is a very talented ninja."

"Shisui, if you don't know how to change the subject, you don't have to push me up."

Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and gave Shisui a duel. Sure enough, things like Oudou were completely unreliable, especially Oudou who was not his own.

"I'm telling the truth. I really think you are very strong, Brother Qingyuan."

Zhisui said seriously, recalling the scene when they first met. The deep black flames could still feel the suffocating pressure even though they were hundreds of meters away.

Especially when he was about to turn around and leave, even if Qingyuan brother's palm on his shoulder opened his Sharingan, Shisui felt that he could not match it.

"Ah, don't talk about this kind of thing again. You still have a lot to learn about recognition."

Qingyuan said calmly, gently playing with the soup in the bowl with the bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

"You are now a genius with a histamine forehead. Please don't say these words again."

"What does Brother Qingyuan have..."

"No, I just find it troublesome. You must remember our agreement, Shisui, and sell your seniors in front of little girls. Otherwise, Shisui, you should go back to school and study hard."

"Huh? Will this violate the clan's arrangements?"

"That's why I advise you not to graduate early."

"Ah this..."

Zhisui raised his head in confusion. He couldn't understand what Qingyuan meant.

Graduating early, breaking the ninja school graduation record, etc., isn't this a happy thing?

Besides, only by becoming a ninja can you have enough pocket money to eat red bean balls. What's wrong with red bean balls?

After a long while, Shisui said seriously.

"Senior Qingyuan, although it is very rude, I think you should be more active. With your strength, Senior Qingyuan, you can definitely become a formal member of the police department."

"Akito sack!"

Qingyuan interrupted Shisui's spell casting and stared at the dumpling nose with squinted eyes.

"Who taught you this?"

"Ah, what are you talking about?"

"What nonsense."

Qingyuan once again gave Shisui a duel.

"Children should behave like children. Even if you graduate, this kind of pie painting method is not something you should master."

"Paint...paint a cake?"

"Anyway, just concentrate on eating noodles."

Qingyuan rolled his eyes. Although Shisui had not yet stepped into the false proposition of the village and his family, his ability to think wildly was no different from a dog's inability to change his mind.

Everything is a gift from fate.

By the way, how old is Shisui? Sixteen or seventeen?

Qingyuan tried to communicate with his prophet to reorganize the script. However, for Shisui, an Uchiha genius who only lives in his memories, even the script cannot detail everything, right?

There is no hope, just wait for death.

Rolling his eyes, Qingyuan decided to let this little brother develop for the time being.

After all, Shisui is just a silly child. His inner kindness and struggle prompted him to step into the fishing net set by the Hokage faction. However, Shisui is still a young boy and is of an age where he can listen.

This is different from defenders like Sakumo. If Shisui can only be considered mild, then Sakumo is definitely considered to be in the final stage.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep. As for Itachi who joined the matching queue and went to the battlefield at the age of four to feel the atmosphere and so on, Uchiha Fugaku is a pure gorilla!

When he thought about the news that Sister Mikoto was getting married, Qingyuan suddenly felt that the Ichiraku Ramen in the bowl had a somewhat unpleasant taste.

If I had been born ten years earlier, wouldn't it mean that I wouldn't have to play house with the little girl?

Uchiha Fugaku, if the paralyzed man with nasolabial folds dared to look at him one more time without beating his shit out, Qingyuan would even advise him to do it.

It's a pity that fate has played a trick on people. With a copy of the old-age hot-blooded series, but insisting on breaking into a world in the Japanese hot-blooded series, it can't really last until Shippuden.

Even if I survive until then, in my twenties, it will still not be enough.

After all, we still have to go to Uchiha, what about the power of hanging on?

The steam was misty, smelling the power of Otsutsuki Ichiraku, Qingyuan was somewhat emotional, and drank a mouthful of noodle soup. Before Qingyuan could continue to instill the new era Konoha Uchiha thoughts into Shisui, a rapid stamping sound came from above his head. Come.

The curtain of Ichiraku Ramen was opened, and when I peeked my head out, I saw Rin and Kakashi standing at the door, fully armed.