Naruto: Itachi Hears the Bell

In the blink of an eye, the wind chime turned two years old.

Qingyuan, who had watched her grow up with his own eyes, wished he could tear his crow's mouth off. Who was it that insisted on saying that she would become a ninja in the future? The two-year-old little Feng Ling was naughty and playful, causing trouble everywhere. Just as Qingyuan inadvertently predicted, he is as obsessed with his ninja career.

The daimyo couple's attitude towards bagpipe was the same as before, laissez-faire, and bagpipe simply went with her after resisting for a period of time but to no avail. This is very painful for his good brother, Kuroki Qingyuan.

"Brother Qingyuan, accompany me to practice shuriken." The childish voice was full of arrogance.

"Why don't you go find your brother?" Qingyuan rolled his eyes at Fengling.

"Brother is busy practicing with Grandpa Tsuchikage. If you don't have time, your level is only enough to practice with me. Why aren't you happy anymore?" He is small but looks arrogant, looking up. He raised his head and looked at Qingyuan arrogantly.

"You" Qingyuan gritted a tooth and tried his best to resist the urge to beat her up.

The wind chime came up and grabbed his arm and pulled him out: "It's your honor to practice with this princess. Let's go quickly."

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"Bang" and "bang" could be heard from time to time as the sound of shurikens being driven into wooden stakes.

Qingyuan gritted his teeth and shouted: "Yueying Wind Chime, didn't you say that I would practice with you? This is how you practice, what tricks are you playing?" Qing Yuan was tied to a wooden stake by the wind chime and blindfolded. He only heard the flying shurikens. The whooshing sound passed my ears, making my legs weak from fear.

Feng Chime smiled sinisterly: "Hey, Brother Qingyuan, isn't this just to practice my accuracy? Just sacrifice it. Don't worry, believe me, I won't throw you away." He threw a kunai casually. , "Bang" was nailed to the wooden stake close to Qingyuan's scalp.

Poor Qingyuan was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, his legs were shaking like chaff, and he was trembling and shouting: "Auntie Wind Chime, please be careful, and be sure to throw it accurately."

"Don't worry, don't move around. Otherwise, I won't care if I catch you." Feng Ling laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Qingyuan felt like a pig on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. He secretly complained in his heart, what kind of deity had he offended, and wanted him to be tortured like this?

But while he was frightened, he had to admire the talent of the wind chime. After such a long time, she threw out more than a dozen shurikens, and all of them were nailed to the wooden stakes accurately, leaving Qingyuan unscathed.

"It is not easy for such a young child to be able to throw shurikens. It is rare to have such precise control ability. It is not an exaggeration to call it a genius. Maybe, she will really become an excellent ninja in the future. ." He thought to himself.

Qingyuan gradually relaxed and was no longer nervous. The more he threw the wind chimes, he became more confident and more accurate. That's when the misfortune started

A fly flew over, touched the wind chime's nose and then flew away. The wind chime's nose itched, and "Ah, sneeze" the wind chime sneezed loudly. She shook her hand, and the shuriken flew out crookedly, without missing a beat.

"Ah" screams echoed throughout the training ground. The wind chime was stunned for a moment, and when he looked closely, he saw that the shuriken was stably inserted into Qingyuan's thigh.

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