Naruto: My heart is as high as the sky, I want to become a god

Regardless of whether it was an accident or not, as time went by, they would always find their clues and told her that if she really encountered an accident, she must not forget the scroll.

Anko nodded and stayed with Zhixiong for a while. She was in a good mood, and her thoughts began to become weird and lively.

He kept asking him many personal questions, which made Zhixiong a little bit dumbfounded. He became angry and pushed Anko's soft shoulders until she reached the door, and she stopped chattering.

With this spirit of inquiry, wouldn't it be possible to study some advanced ninjutsu and get twice the result with half the effort?

It's really a waste of money to use it to find out other people's gossip.

The masked jounin who was injured in Anko's mouth was currently tying a bandage after cleaning the wound.

On the ground were broken chuunin vests and torn black clothes. The torn arms on the clothes were still covered with shiny flesh and blood tissue.

Despite this, the mask on his face was still intact and strong, staying where it should be.

"Hey~, Inoue, what's going on with you?"

"There was a little accident." Inoue Jounin lowered his head and tied the bandage without even looking at Yinxu who came in.

"Oh, this is not an ordinary injury, my clothes are all torn."

Yinxu kicked the Jonin vest on the ground with his foot, revealing only half of the flute pen underneath.

This is a simple ninja tool. One end can be held with a pen to record, and the other end is a simple flute, which can be used to warn or contact team members.

This flute is about as long as a middle finger. If you don't know how long it is, you can stretch out your middle finger to figure it out.

Hearing the noise on the ground, Inoue Jōnin raised his head and looked at Yinxu, who looked disgusted: "Do you have any flute pens there? Give me one."

"Flute pen?" Yinxu touched the flute pen on his shoulder, and then took out a new one from the pocket of the chunin vest.

The shiny metal flute looks much more upscale than the broken one.

Inoue took it and blew it in his mouth. The high-frequency buzzing sound made him frown and look at Yinxu in confusion.

I saw him shrugging helplessly: "How can I give you something good? The sound of the flute is a bit flawed, so you can make do with it and buy a new one when you return to Konoha."

After saying that, he thought the smell in the room was too strong, so he fanned in front of his nose, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the room slowly.

Inoue Shinobu didn't think much and hung the flute pen on his shoulder again. He carefully admired the new clothes in front of the mirror to see if they matched his mask.

Finally, she flipped her hair narcissistically, made several slutty gestures in front of the mirror, and then started to pack away the tattered clothes on the floor.

It was midnight, and when I was about to take it to a nearby garbage dump for burial, a mysterious man in black clothes came.

He tiptoed and tiptoed to the garbage dump. He didn't mind the smell here. He opened his mouth and inserted a small flashlight into it, shining it on the pile of domestic garbage.

He rummaged through blood-stained clothes, tattered pants, leftover food, and occasionally some scrapped ninja tools.

Worried about the noise caused by flipping the metal, he moved very carefully to see clearly that the thing being lifted was not hooked on other items, so he carefully opened it.

A few minutes later, he found a blood-stained chuunin vest, then groped around inside the vest, and finally found what he was looking for: a half-broken flute pen.

The mysterious man carefully put the flute pen into the bag, wrapped it layer by layer, and restored the scene very carefully to the way it looked when he came in, and then turned off the flashlight.

Carrying half of the flute pen, I chose a direction with less observation from the lookout booth, and turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the dark desert.

I don't know how far I ran, but I stopped when I was out of breath. Then I used the art of earth escape and earth wave to bury half of the flute pen deeply in the desert.

As the man left, the dark desert returned to calm. A cold wind blew through, and the desert returned to its original appearance.

The scorching sun slowly rose, and a new day began. There were still only a few members of Shixiong's team. Ishihara Jounin once euphemistically expressed whether he wanted to send other team members to fill in, but Yinxu refused.

His reason was also very good. The manpower at the outpost was so tight, and the last time they met the ninjas from Sunagakure Village was by chance.

It is more convenient now that there are fewer people. It is easy to retreat or hold on. When he said these words, Yinxu kept looking at Zhixiong. With such a big nanny here, ordinary ninjas from Sunagakure Village are just bringing humiliation to themselves. .

Ishihara Jonin didn't say much when he saw this, and gave Shixiong a cheering look.

It seemed that it really confirmed Yinxu's words. It was very dull for several days in a row, and even fewer ninjas were stung by poisonous insects from time to time.

Zhixiong also discovered that the small poisonous insects near the outpost seemed to be driven by something and headed in an unknown direction.

In the past, when encountering poisonous insects, they would either launch a sneak attack while they were not paying attention, or stop there with hostility, holding up poisonous needles or large claws, or make various weird noises to intimidate the patrols.

But now, when they saw the patrol, they took a detour, as if something was attracting them.

Zhixiong followed for a while, but unfortunately the ground was too deep. He did not dare to go too deep for fear of an accident, so he could only remind Ishihara Jonin to be careful of the sand beast riots.

Hearing the bad news, Ishihara Jonin's face turned bitter, and he felt more and more that this defense change was a big loss.

Walking in the endless desert, you can hear the whistling wind in your ears, and from time to time, there will be some naughty sand, drilling into the holes in your body.

My nose was so dry that it could spit out yellow sand, and my mouth was pursed so tightly that I wanted to plug my ears. The only thing that made me feel better was probably my eyes wearing goggles.

I don’t know if Kakashi is happy working in the ANBU, or if Kai is doing his tasks smoothly. As for his former classmates, I don’t know how he is doing in the Akatsuki organization now.

I was thinking about these messy things to distract myself, when suddenly a voice came from in front of me: Be careful.

Zhixiong glanced at Yinxu with a strange look, his face was solemn. In the past ten days, he rarely spoke, and when he did speak, he only gave some simple orders.

Upon hearing the jounin's reminder, the two genin's vigilance, which had been slackened over the past few days, immediately reached its peak. They looked at each other, and then neither of them believed them.

At the same time, he began to estimate in his mind how far it was from the outpost. The other one touched his chest pocket. If it couldn't be done, he immediately set off fireworks and asked the jounin at the outpost to rescue them.

They had no trust in the taciturn Yinxu at all. If they hadn't been given a group change, they would have left the team long ago.