Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

"Cough cough cough cough where is this?"

After a violent cough, Ye woke up dizzy. He looked at the surrounding furnishings and suddenly felt a little Muggle-like.

Where is this place?

"My lord, you are awake."

The voice seemed to be that of Mao Changji. He turned around and saw that the group of monsters under him were gathering together, not knowing what they were doing.

"Mao Changji, is there any water? I'm so thirsty."

"cough cough"

This seems to be more than just thirst, let alone a cold. Mao Changji quickly stretched out his hair to open the door, but stopped after wrapping his hands around the door handle.

"Kage, it's very windy outside. Go out and call the Uchiha ninjas over."

"Oh"

The shadow girl reluctantly went out through the crack in the door, and when Ye heard Mao Changji's words, she was immediately surprised and wanted to sit up.

"Why are there Uchiha ninjas here? We are in Uchiha."

The quilt slipped off her body, and immediately a piece of black hair covered Ye's perfect body. Mao Zangji Yingying bowed down, as if asking for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, sir, you were drunk and unconscious, and you happened to meet an Uchiha ninja on the way, so I took it upon myself to bring you here."

Blinking, Ye suddenly burped again: "Why didn't Hier go home instead of going to Uchiha, you guys? Did you offend Nonoyu again?"

This was really a crime. The demons and ghosts turned around speechlessly, but Ye saw the chessboard between them.

"Boy, we didn't offend Nonoyu, but are you sure you want to go back? It's just like you did before, but it's not very elegant."

Mao Changji did not defend herself, but the Great Tengu took up the grievance on her behalf. It’s her iconic nose-puckering gesture again, and she’s the only one who can do this.

Shaking her head twice, Ye didn't care about the big tengu quarreling with him, but became interested in the chessboard in front of her: "What are you doing, playing chess?"

"Humph, do you still know how to play shogi?" The big tengu grabbed a flag and tapped it on the chessboard, making a crisp sound.

"You know what shogi is, I'm a master of the fifth level of amateur chess."

When excited, Ye started to burp again. He also noticed something was wrong with him at this time, and quickly started to look for his clothes, but he looked around and in the quilt and found nothing.

"Mao Changji, where are my clothes?"

Mao Changji covered his mouth with one hand, with a smile between his brows and eyes: "Sir, your clothes have been stained by vomit and have been washed. There is a kimono prepared for you by the Fugaku clan leader. It is said that Mr. Itachi just recently It’s made so it should fit better.”

"Oh." Ye nodded, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt something was wrong.

Itachi is only 6 years old. I am already older, but his clothes still fit me perfectly. This is such a sad thing.

Looking up, I was speechless and choked.

"Hey Itachi, this kid is not tall to begin with. What should I do if I am shorter than him in the future? If I am less than 175 in the future, then he is harming me."

brush

At this moment, the door to the room was moved, and Fugaku walked in from the shadows, holding a tea set with a smile.

"Haha, when did Quanzi offend the leader of the Ye clan again? We haven't seen each other for so long and you still talk about it so much."

Fugaku was obviously joking, and Ye Ziran didn't take it seriously. He just gave him a casual advice while he was playing with the tea set.

"Chief Fugaku, your child must drink milk every day to supplement calcium. Oh Mao Changji, remember to remind me about this when you go back. I am in urgent need of calcium supplement now."

After explaining Mao Changji, Ye put on a sincere smile and pointed at Fugue: "Clan Chief Fugue, I don't know if your mansion has milk. I heard that adding milk to tea will make milk tea. It tastes better."

Fugaku, who was pouring tea, shook his hand and almost spilled it.

"What is milk tea? Chief Ye, can you elaborate on it?"

"Is this a haha ​​little gadget, not worth mentioning, right? Did Itachi sleep somewhere?"

This night, he was completely drunk, and his sincerity immediately turned into embarrassment. He just smiled awkwardly and stiffly changed the topic.

Fortunately, Fugaku really didn't care much about milk tea. He poured a cup of tea seriously and placed it in front of Ye: "It's my son Sasuke's birthday soon. Itachi is discussing with his mother how to celebrate."

"Hey, Sasuke is about to turn one year old. It seems that as an uncle, I need some blood. Hahaha, by the way, I don't know when Itachi's birthday is so I can prepare in advance."

"Haha, I don't know why, but the sky suddenly turned cloudy. Haha." Damn it, Itachi still needs to say "Thank you, uncle." Fugaku couldn't help but twitching his eyebrows.

The land of the Uchiha tribe was covered with clouds, but the moon was shining brightly in other parts of Konoha. Under the bright moonlight, Shiranui Genma was walking step by step towards the outside of the village.

"Bring me the mission statement for leaving the village."

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Shiranui Genma tilted his head speechlessly.

"My dear general, didn't I tell you when you were on the morning shift that you had something to do tonight and you had to leave the village?"

Arima Kisho pressed his hands on the table, behind his rimless glasses, his indifferent eyes showed no fluctuation: "You told the ninja on the morning shift. I am a ninja on the night shift, so I don't know about this."

What does it mean to tell lies with your eyes open? This is what it means.

Turning around and approaching Arima Kisho, Genma bent down and pointed at the Senbon in his mouth, with a look of urgency: "See clearly, it's me, Shiranui Genma. I just told you Arima Kisho this morning. Are you going to train?"

"Humph," Kisho Arima was unmoved and pushed the register forward, "The one on the morning shift today is Kisho Arima, and the one on the night shift should be the same."

"You cough, cough, cough, cough." Shiranui Genma choked on a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, almost making himself sick to death.

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

With the sound of the sky breaking, Tie Iwashi, who was also wearing a ninja hat, landed next to the two of them. He grabbed a brush and wrote a line of words. Konoha Chuunin Tie Iwashi and Shiranui Genma left the village to train together.

Now Shiranui Genma couldn't say anything anymore, so he registered honestly and left with Tie Iwashi, giving him a fierce look before leaving.

At the edge of the forest, Bingzu Leitong had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When he saw a thousand books and a mustache emerging from behind the shadow of the tree, he immediately complained.

"I said, you two, can you please hurry up? I'm assigned to the job of janitor now. It's rare that I'm free, okay?"

"You are very capable of bullying your seniors as soon as you take office."

Qianben shook up and down, and the sparse moonlight in the forest shone on the tip of the blade, which was shattered into pieces.

In contrast, the identical black knife does not reflect light at all, and no one can detect it even if I am holding it in my hand, which he has been vigilant about.

The black knife was inserted into the scabbard with a clang, and Minzu Lei completely ignored the topic. He stretched out his hands and faced Shiranui Genma and Iwahi respectively.

"You two, get ready."

After staring at each other in silence for a second, Shiranui Genma and Iwaki suddenly reached out at the same time, and the three of them held hands with each other and formed a circle.

"Do you need to talk about that kind of thing? If we don't succeed in cultivating the Flying Thunder God, the two of us might be reduced to looking at the door with you."

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