Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

The next day, after a whole day of confrontation, the war broke out suddenly and unexpectedly, and Ye paddled with the medical ninja.

There were not many wounded people yesterday. Those who could be cured have been cured, and those who could not be cured have died, so the medical team is very idle now.

There have been no casualties today. The battlefield is so chaotic that basically all the wounded will not be sent in batches until after the war, so the medical team is still very idle.

If you mix in the night, it will be even more leisurely. He even carried Sasuke and flew into the sky, looking at the battlefield in the distance.

It was just dark, fireballs and water cannons were flying in the distance, thunder and storms were dancing. If you could watch it through the screen, it would be a special effects blockbuster.

"Hey Sasuke, look, it's your father who's taking action now. The technique he uses is called Fireball Technique. The bigger the better, the better."

"Hehehe"

The little kid is quite happy.

"This big fire ball is big, but it's not very fast. It is said that it has not killed anyone. Look at your dad, it is still flying after I have said so much. How can it be like this?"

Just as he was talking, a Kumo ninja on the battlefield crashed into the front of the big fire ball and hit it with a bang.

"It's really a hit. Take your time and take a look. This must be a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. After all, your father's eyesight is not very good."

"Hehehehe"

Hey, you little brat, you’re laughing so hard, you’re laughing at me.

"Don't talk dirty to Sasuke at night."

Mikoto was underneath, one hand on her hips and the other pointing at Ye. She was accompanied by Itachi and Izumi, both of whom were arranged to this rear camp like Ye.

It's just that Ye is still responsible for guarding, and these four are called protection, but in fact they are surveillance.

"I know," he said casually, turning around and pointing to another place, "Sasuke, look over there, there's a big toad and a big octopus."

That was the battlefield between Jiraiya and Kirabi. The cloud ninja originally seemed to have planned for Kirabi to launch a surprise attack on this side. However, he was discovered by a branch ninja from Hinata just one kilometer outside the position. Now he can only Confronted Jiraiya again.

Ye ignored the life and death situation on the battlefield and continued to tease Sasuke: "By the way, what do you think of the toad?"

"Hehehe"

"It's not bad. Look at this scarred eye, this big knife, and this bump. How domineering it is. It's much better than a slippery snake."

"Hehehe"

What the hell, hehehe, Ye knows exactly what this kid means.

At this moment, Mikoto started shouting again: "Okay, the wind will come down quickly at night."

"I know, I know"

Pouring his lips, Ye finally followed his words and landed. As soon as his heels touched the ground, Sasuke, who was still hehehe, was in Mikoto's arms.

It's a pity that the child didn't appreciate it very much. He waved his little hands desperately and shouted "toad" and "snake" and so on.

Mikoto suddenly felt that her husband's decision was a bit hasty. It was unreasonable to let a child like Ye become Sasuke's teacher.

That's right, in order to give Ye a proper name to take care of Mikoto Sasuke and the others, Fugaku thought of a way to let Ye accept Sasuke as his disciple.

This is not the kind of apprenticeship relationship between ninjas, similar to that of a team leader, but a master-disciple relationship in ancient rituals. One day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father.

In other words, Ye Ping was a generation older than Weasel. When he first heard about this in the morning, he was so happy that he agreed immediately.

Two ninjas rushed out of the forest, each carrying a wounded person.

One had a cut on his chest, and the other had blood on his face and was unconscious with his eyes closed.

The medical ninjas who had been idle for a long time rushed over and carried the two wounded people to start treatment on the spot. The two ninjas didn't stop for a moment, turned around and rushed into the forest again.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, but Mikoto had no intention of avoiding it. Instead, she took Sasuke a few steps closer to let him get used to the smell of blood from now on.

As a mother who actually chose such a fierce education method, I have nothing to say about this night.

After all, any ninja has bloody hands.