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

Ishihara Jounin laughed and explained with a slight embarrassment that this was the youngest son of the psychic beast that day. He was tired of staying in their tribe, so his father brought him here to relax.

Zhixiong smiled without saying anything and continued walking inside with Ishihara Jonin.

Speaking of relaxing, I guess the naughty child is too naughty and the parents have a headache, so they simply let him live in a strange environment for a few days.

But looking at its lawless appearance, it must have regarded this place as an amusement park.

The main room is paved with bright red floors. Not far ahead, the door is open and there is an empty Zen room with only a low table and a few futons.

It's just that the futon is now thrown here and there. It's a little short but of good quality. It's lying on the ground. It seems that there is a little monkey here. This cultivation room is a bit of a test of his character.

Closing the wooden door with a stiff smile on his face, Ishihara Jounin took Shixiong to the living room of his house, where he would have a big dinner tonight.

At this time, a large table over two meters long was filled with a variety of delicacies. A lobster with pincers bigger than Zhixiong's fist lay quietly on a fine bone china plate.

A long row of golden shrimps, bigger than the size of a hand, leaned quietly on the white shelf in the dish, looking like they were ready for picking. Zhixiong couldn't help but swallow his saliva after looking at them.

The most eye-catching thing is the two peaks as wide as Tsunade, which are made of evenly sized tuna slices.

The fish fillets were pink in color, and Ishihara Jonin proudly called them fat.

Zhixiong smiled and nodded, as if he knew it earlier. In fact, he really wanted to get a computer right away and search for what big fat is.

In the corner of the big long table, there are some other delicacies scattered here and there.

For example, roasted chicken, fried fish, fried meat, and some delicious and greasy fruits serve as a foil. In short, the cost of this meal is absolutely indispensable.

Shixiong and Ishihara Jonin were sitting in the waiting area next to the dining room. After chatting for a while, a maid came over and informed them to go to the dining room to eat.

The maids are all under twenty years old. They are dressed in light pink robes. The upper body of the clothes is close to the figure and has charming curves. The lower body is dressed in a long skirt with super high slits. They are indistinct and looming when they move around.

The hair on the back of her head was bunched up, and although her expression was cold, she didn't look coquettish at all.

Ishihara Jonin saw Shixiong looking at the maids a few more times and smiled proudly. These maids were sent here specially by the old men from the elder group.

The elders of the clan learned that he was going to entertain Uchiha Shixiong for a banquet today. Not only did they provide abundant ingredients tonight, but they also sent these maids over. The only request was to take good care of Shixiong.

It's not about taking care of him in bed as everyone thinks, but he wants to show the style of the Ishihara family to Uchiha Shio.

Zhixiong was forcefully pinned to the main seat by Jonin Ishihara. He came to accompany him, and there were only two of them at the table.

As expected of a maid specially sent by a few old men, her professional skills are quite strong.

As long as Zhixiong's head turns, the maid standing next to Zhixiong will instantly calculate which dish Zhixiong likes, then stretch out her delicate hands and pick it into Zhixiong's bowl with clean chopsticks.

Whether it's a huge lobster clam, a delicious grilled chicken leg, or a palm-sized shrimp, as long as Zhixiong sees it, he will obediently enter his bowl. Such service makes him feel a little corrupted.

Gently chewing the white jade-like shrimp tail meat, Zhixiong thought of Ishihara Jounin, who used to boast that the seafood noodles made by his wife were very delicious.

Now it seems that Ishihara Jonin is very humble. Such a rich dinner, no, dinner, how delicious it is, is simply a luxury.

The dinner went very smoothly. Ishihara Jonin tried his best to please Shixiong, a talented young man with extraordinary strength. He said everything that Shixiong liked to hear.

From the two people rescuing injured colleagues at the original post, to the post they just left, they thwarted someone's conspiracy.

He tried his best to keep the smile on Shixiong's face. The environment on the court was quite pleasant. From time to time, Ishihara Jounin's generous laughter and Shixiong's slightly humble echo could be heard.

Of course, the graceful figures of the maids are indispensable, like beautiful little butterflies flying around in front of the dining table.

After finally eating and drinking, there were still a lot of dishes left on the table, but it was a pity that Zhixiong couldn't eat any more.

Before he could lean back comfortably on the chair, Ishihara Jonin warmly welcomed him to the Zen room next door that had been tidied up. The maid quickly brought him fragrant green tea.

The maid who was kneeling on the ground to pour tea inadvertently revealed a large white light on her right leg. Seeing this, Zhixiong quickly took a sip of tea to calm down his anger.

Alas, there is one more trouble for young people.

As the wooden door of the Zen room was gently pushed open, the environment became quiet and the Zen room became very private.

Ishihara Jonin and Shixiong sat opposite each other, drinking tea and talking about the scenery in the desert.

About ten minutes later, there was a gentle knock on the door. The maid who had served the dishes just now was holding a long wooden box. She lowered her head respectfully and slowly moved in. She knelt down gently, put down the box softly, and He bowed softly, walked backwards and slowly closed the wooden door.

Zhixiong kept paying attention the whole time. He originally wanted to raise his head, but he suppressed it with great perseverance and turned to look at the wooden box on the table.

"Zhixiong-kun, open it and take a look."

Seeing that Shixiong's attention had completely shifted to the box, Ishihara Jonin suppressed the pride in his heart and spoke in a calm tone.

Just open it, there are a lot of pieces of meat.

Zhixiong cursed, turned the wooden box towards himself, then gently opened the lock on the wooden box, and gently lifted the upper lid with his hands.

"This is······"

Looking at the unsheathed tachi in front of him, he felt that it looked familiar. Zhixiong fell into deep thought. It seemed to be the treasure of a certain ninja shop.

"The short sword that has been with me for many years was broken last time. Shixiong-kun saved my life at the critical moment. Although this sword forged with a small amount of chakra metal does not completely represent my feelings, I still ask Shixiong-kun to accept it."

Ishihara Jounin's sincere tone, combined with this precious sword, would make it easy for ordinary people to be bought into this evening's set of tricks, but Shixiong was still very sober.

"Senior Ishihara, this gift of yours is too valuable. I deserve it."

Gently closing the box, Shixiong pushed the wooden box towards Ishihara Jonin opposite.

"Zhixiong-kun, if you are not satisfied, you can tell me the style you are interested in, and I will ask the elders to help you replace it."

Ishihara Jonin thought that Shixiong didn't like the style of this sword.