The Naruto world keeps playing badly in order to survive

Early in the morning, Qianshouwang woke up from his sleep.

"Another beautiful day, Zaoba's eternal nightmare!"

He stretched his body and pulled the shoulder bag hanging on the chair into his arms.

He opened the zipper, made sure that nothing was missing from the inside, supported himself on the chair with his hands, turned it around, and sat down, resting his head on the chair frame.

There was a clock on the opposite wall, and it showed about seven forty.

"It's still so early! My eyes are so sleepy!" He yawned.

At this time, only Senju Mo lived in the house. In fact, Tsunade and Nawase rarely came back here. Nawase was six years older than Senju Mo and had graduated from the Ninja School three months ago.

The time turned to around 7:55, and the figure disappeared in an instant like a flash of fire and lightning!

But in the blink of an eye, the chair was empty, and the small opening of the door could not be closed.

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忍校

"Eight o'clock, ouch, just right!" Qianshouwang, who had run all the way to a mess, held onto the door frame of the classroom and gasped for breath.

I stepped into this noisy classroom and walked along the stairs to my seat in the last row.

As soon as I entered, He Chuan came in.

Yesterday's show of force was particularly effective. As soon as I came in, it seemed as if the sound I heard outside the door was an illusion.

The classroom fell silent.

He walked up to the podium with a cane, coughed, raised his voice and said, "I'll give you three minutes. Gather in field number two."

The Ninja School has many venues, not just one playground.

"Clatter" a group of people rushed out of the classroom.

Qianshouwang was sitting at the back, so he went out of the classroom directly from the back door and walked along the corridor towards the main entrance.

Walk out of the corridor door and follow the person in front.

树林

When you see the rough words "Site No. 2" written on a wooden board next to the railing, you know you've arrived.

The sky is very bright around eight o'clock.

Hechuan had been waiting for them on the tree. He looked at the watch on his wrist from time to time, shook his head and said "tsk". Then he stretched his feet to the ground, did a small backflip, and walked slowly towards them.

With a "splash", Hechuan picked up the scroll and poured out a pile of tools on the ground.

"You are thirteen seconds late. I told you that I don't like people who are late."

After a short silence, he picked up a shuriken on the ground and rubbed it with his fingers. He glanced at these little guys with a cold look in his eyes.

The group of children below looked at each other.

A little boy stood up and swallowed.

"Hechuan...Teacher! We...this doesn't count as being late! The time is clearly eight o'clock!" A boy in blue clothes boldly retorted.

The boy's face turned red. He had been traumatized by this teacher since the first day of school!

"No... You'll die!" He spoke in a low voice, as if he had some special fetish, making it impossible to hear what he was saying. Then he focused his eyes on the boy.

"Ah... the time clearly said eight o'clock, how come you are late?" Hechuan held the shuriken and swung it casually, passing it past the boy's ear. The sharp blade took away some of his hair and hit the center of the target heavily.

The boy touched his hair, his face was pale, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were slightly red.

He was almost scared to tears.

The kids around shrank their heads, and those who were unwilling to accept and were ready to stand up did not dare to breathe, for fear of receiving a more severe warning.

"Hmph! Ninjas can't care so much!" He walked around with his cane and stopped, "More than ten seconds have passed! It should be too late!" But in the blink of an eye...

He was saying something incomprehensible.

"Come here! Throw the shurikens! Those who fail the test are not allowed to leave after school!" After saying that, he distributed the shurikens on the ground.

They took it one by one in an orderly manner.

Qianshouwang looked at the weapon in his hand and blinked.

He weighed it in his hand. It was real!

He Chuan took out the roster and checked off the names one by one.

"Sarutobi Kirō...throw...passed!"

"Good time...throw passed!"

"Takeru Sato... failed!"

"..."

"Thousand Hands!"

When Qianshouwang heard his name, he walked forward preparedly.

"let's start."

"Yes." He nodded and touched the sharp shuriken in his hand.

He looked at the target, swung his arms skillfully, and threw shurikens one after another, hitting the bull's eye.

"Passed, next one!"

Qianshouwang walked down slowly.

Those who can enter the Ninja School are not too bad. The basic requirement of the Ninja School is to be able to refine chakra. Therefore, it is unlikely that there will be the last one, at most they are not good at something.

The practical training ended with Mr. Hechuan teaching the students anti-tracking training.

"Those who fail the actual combat can stay, and the others can leave."

Half of the group left, including Qianshouwang. From then on, he bought a watch and wore it every day.

He returned to the classroom to get his bag and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

The noise was getting closer. When I opened the toilet door, I saw a group of elementary school students walking and running towards the school gate.

There were already people waiting outside the school gate for their children.

Qianshouwang followed the crowd to the street.

He took out a few bills from his trouser pocket and hurried to the sushi restaurant. It was very hot and there were fans in the restaurant.

He found a random seat and sat down, looking at the rotating plates with different types of sushi on them, with prices clearly marked on the side.

"Boss, open the table!" He picked up the plate and found a shrimp sushi. The sushi was slowly rotating and the waiter was busy.

"Dad, are you still eating?"

A lazy boy had a droopy face and poked the food on the plate with the chopsticks in his hand from time to time.

"Why don't you eat? Your mom finally let us out to eat." The boy looked exactly like him, with a pineapple bun and a high hairline. Nara Shikama finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Nara Shikaku and said with a smile.

"Women are such a hassle."

"Hahaha, you'll know when you meet him!"

Shikaku curled his lips and stared at the rotating sushi above in a trance.

"Boss! Come and pay the bill!" Qianshouwang called out, then looked around with a frown, "Who's looking at me?!"

A middle-aged man came over, counted the plates and compared their colors.

"Thank you for your patronage! The total is 1445 taels." The middle-aged man rubbed his hands, bent over and smiled.

Qianshouwang was already prepared. He took out two thousand-yuan bills and handed them to the uncle. He stood up and looked around. People were walking around and he couldn't see anything!

After getting the change, he walked out of the store with a bit of doubt on his face. He wandered around the street and soon returned to his tribe.

There is usually no one at home, so you can just eat something outside. School ends very early in this world, so you can only get home around 3:40.

"Time flies, we have to keep some backup plans!" Qianshouwang raised his eyebrows slightly, sighed and thought about what to do first.

He picked up the bag on the table, "He Chuan sent a scroll, I don't know what it is."

He took out the scroll and slumped it on the table. It talked about the mutual restraint of attributes, and at the end it said the three body techniques.

"Ah, this... the entrance exam is the Three Body Technique, just for fun." He let out a sigh, walked around, took out scrolls one by one from the bookcase and opened them.

"Three Body Techniques"

"Origin of the Three Body Technique"

"Misconceptions of the Three Body Technique"

"Three Body Technique..."

"Thank you for giving me an unparalleled understanding of the Three Body Technique over the past few years. Really."

He put away the scroll, "Hey, what is this?"

I saw that it was covered with dust and was covered with a very dirty cloth.

This, this, this, could it be, could it be my time travel benefit? Such a clichéd trend, such a familiar secret recipe!

The top-notch S-level ninjutsu inside! Forbidden jutsu!

Why! Why! Does it appear at this! time!?

A sudden idea came to his mind, and he imagined the scene, thinking about becoming invincible and powerful when he grows up.

His thoughts were pulled back to reality, only 0.1 second away. He stretched out his hand without caring whether it was dirty or not, with a little expectation in his heart.

When I opened it, I felt something was wrong as soon as I read the first sentence.

"Things about Ninja Love..."

He threw it back and cursed, "What the hell!"

Phew - I need to stay calm, be generous, be a mature person, and not get angry!!

He went to the bathroom angrily.

I need to discuss this matter with Tsunade!