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

"How can this be the same? Master Asuma is letting you go, how can you take advantage of it? Don't you want to apologize?" Baiwei put his hands on his hips and said in a sinister tone.

Zhixiong nodded very vigorously and looked at Baiwei with fierce eyes, showing no intention of giving in.

This person has never appeared in Hokage. He might die on the battlefield in a few years, or die in the Nine-Tails Rebellion. Thinking of this, Shixiong looked at Shiro with pity in his eyes.

"In this case, then in the next game, you should admit defeat on purpose, so that everyone can save face."

Shiro said this as if he was discussing what to eat tonight, which made Shixiong get angry.

"Why! Why should I surrender to the powerful? And you! Why should you kneel to the big shots?"

Seeing Zhixiong who was like a little rooster, Baiwei, who had been kneeling in his heart for many years, seemed to be looking at a giant. He felt a little ashamed. He looked at Zhixiong for a long time, and finally turned away without saying a word.

Originally, I wanted to use my heart to understand the flow of chakra in the body, so that I could become more familiar with it, so as to avoid the failure of the ninjutsu due to the interruption of chakra when performing ninjutsu.

However, being disturbed by Baiwei, Zhixiong was only irritated and could not calm down at all.

Although there is nothing outstanding about this white tail, but with his chuunin strength alone, he can crush his current self.

Is there any way to break out of this predicament so that he doesn't have to wear small shoes for himself?

This is not alarmist. If he specially captures Zhixiong for actual combat training and punishes him severely, there is really nothing he can do.

With a heavy heart, Zhixiong returned to the courtyard alone.

He was hiding something in his heart, and even the delicious meatballs made specially for Zhixiong by Aunt Kazuko couldn't make him happy.

It wasn't until he was about to go to bed at night that he vented his anger in front of a wooden pile that he could think clearly.

Only then did he remember that when he wiped his parents' portrait in the morning, the photo frame was a little loose. Before going to bed, Zhixiong finished washing and went to the shrine and gently held up his father's portrait to see if it could be repaired.

After shaking it slightly, I felt a rattling sound coming from inside. I grabbed the photo frame and checked it front and back, but no mechanism was found, as if it was really just an ordinary photo frame.

The picture frame made of wood, the back panel made of wood, the stand made of wood, everything is very ordinary.

Zhixiong, who did not believe in evil, picked up a magnifying glass and inspected the photo frame one by one. Finally, he found a very inconspicuous psychic array at the joint in the lower left corner of the photo frame.

Could it be the last words they left for themselves?

Zhixiong did not hesitate, pressed his left thumb on the lower left corner of the photo frame, and carefully transferred the chakra to his left thumb.

He was afraid that the psychic array would be damaged due to excessive chakra, and he had a hunch that it contained the secret of his parents' untimely death.

Under the cover of his fingers, the psychic array lit up bit by bit, emitting a faint light, as if he had a telepathic connection. Zhixiong removed his fingers from the photo frame.

With a bang, a faint white mist emerged, the psychic array disappeared, and a small scroll, only the size of a pill capsule, fell into the palm of the hand.

"Is this... a scroll?"

Zhixiong muttered uncertainly, and then very carefully opened the scroll with his right index finger.

Another burst of white smoke appeared, and suddenly there was a heavy object in Zhixiong's arms. It was a large scroll more than one meter high.

He complained helplessly that this old man really liked matryoshka dolls.

He gently opened the scroll, which contained the training experience accumulated by his father over the years, as well as some simple ninjutsu.

The most eye-catching one is the multiple shadow clone technique. As for the other ninja techniques, several are recorded at each level, which shows that his jounin father is still a bit real.

Obtaining the training experience of jounin and ninjutsu will lay a solid foundation for your own ninja journey.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if he practices step by step, Shixiong believes that with his talent, his future achievements will not be lower than his jounin father.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he gently put his father's photo frame back in its place, and then picked up his mother's photo frame.

Sure enough, like my father's photo frame, my mother's photo frame was also a little loose.

Zhixiong took a magnifying glass and took a photo of the lower left corner of the photo frame, and then he was stunned.

There is no symbol of spiritualism in the lower left corner, and if I don’t give up, I come to the top, there is no symbol in the upper left corner, and there is no symbol in the upper right corner.

When he saw the lovely psychic array in the lower right corner, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The chakra from the thumb of his right hand was gently poured into the psychic array, and another matryoshka was played. Zhixiong held the one-meter-high scroll in his arms, as happy as a child.

Mother's scroll records medical ninjutsu and related ninjutsu training experiences. It also has very detailed descriptions of some human body meridians and acupuncture points, the use of chakra, etc.

The most important thing is that this scroll tells Zhixiong that the real reason for the death of the couple was that they were lured by the village's senior officials to participate in the Hashirama cell experiment.

The first reason why I chose them was that my mother's lineage had been married to the Senju clan during the Warring States Period.

So she has the blood of the Thousand Hands clan in her body, although it is very thin.

Zhixiong was slightly startled when he saw this. It seemed that he also had a chance to activate the Wood Release, and then Susanata Buddha could destroy the four kingdoms by himself. He was a little excited when he thought of this.

Looking further down, the newly ignited mood became heavy. My father was the only son of a small family. Although the family had declined, his physique was like that of the Uzumaki clan, and he had much more chakra than the average ninja, so his father also Participated in cell experiments.

Although his chakra is not as exaggerated as Nagato, he still belongs to the Chadora clan. Of course, the main reason is that he is not strong enough and he has a natural yearning for the strong.

Seeing this, Shixiong was very angry. The lack of talent in Konoha had nothing to do with their small family. They were not strong enough. They should use the blood and lives of the enemy on the battlefield to wash away the shame brought about.

After calming down their grief and anger, they continued to read. The photo frames and photos were already set by them. When they first participated in the experiment, they expected that the chance of survival would be slim, so they made the photo frames early.

Discovering secrets is one way to become an outstanding ninja, not discovering secrets is another way to become an ordinary person, living a peaceful life, and even living longer than ninjas, I have to say that there is no parent who does not love their children.

It's just that they didn't expect that the high-level people in the village were so shady, and they almost had the whole yard shady under their own names.

In the end, there was really nothing good to give back, so I had to spend money to buy a shrine and put their portraits in it.