The Talent of Konoha

With a sullen face, Lao Zi communicated with Siwei in her inner world.

"There is a very powerful Chakra approaching here, and there is some familiarity in the strangeness!"

The chakra that Sun Wukong detected is very familiar, somewhat like the person who captured it back then.

But it doesn't have that strong feeling, it seems to be weakened a little.

"Old Zi, why don't you leave here first!"

Sun Wukong suggested to Lao Zi in his inner world.

"It should be just passing by! Besides, it's too late to leave at this time!"

Lao Zi's many years of ascetic practice are still somewhat useful, making him calm and optimistic.

"Okay! Listen to you!"

"Ok!"

Lao Zi raised his head, glanced over the head of the man sitting cross-legged in front of him, and looked towards the east of the village.

Although she is not young, Lao Zi is still full of vitality and does not look old.

Under the nourishment of Tailed Beast Chakra, he looks like a middle-aged man in his 40s or [-]s.

But in fact, Lao Zi and the third generation of Tuying are people of the same generation.

"Master, master, you see that everyone is here, is it about to start?"

It was still the same man from before, sitting cross-legged on the ground, waving one hand above his head, beckoning to Lao Zi.

Lao Zi looked around and found that during the time he was communicating with Siwei, the idlers in the village basically gathered around him.

"Alright then! I'm starting today's topic..."

Lao Zi nodded, but his eyes stayed on the opposite house.

There just fell a man wearing a black-bottomed red cloud windbreaker, and those powerful chakra fluctuations came from this man.

Seeing Qitama's face clearly, Lao Zi made sure that he didn't know him, and started his own topic.

He found that Saitama really seemed to be passing by, and didn't exude any malice.

"A long time ago, the old man passed by a monkey mountain..."

Lao Zi started his own performance, while Qi Yu sat on the roof opposite him, with a curious face on his face, and did not move.

He wanted to see what was so special about this four-tailed Jinchuriki who didn't have much role in the original novel.

Four-tailed Monkey King, famous for his damage and strength, is not low in the ranking of tailed beasts.

But in the original book, Lao Zi met the dried persimmon ghost shark, which can be said to be his nemesis, and was directly maimed, captured, and finally stripped of the tailed beast, and made into a [Six Paths Puppet] after death.

After Lao Zi glanced at Qiyu, he didn't continue to care about him, but concentrated on his own narration.

The stories in his mouth are made by adapting his own stories, and he also specially added some life attitudes and wise sayings.

After dinner in the afternoon, the sky was still dim, and Lao Zi's "Story Meeting" lasted for several hours.

Although it was very interesting, seeing that it was getting late, many villagers got up one after another and went home.

They still need to do farm work tomorrow, so it's enough to spend a while here.

As for those who stayed, most of them were children. They felt that the story told by this old man who didn't look old was much more interesting than the first teacher in the village, so they were willing to stay here and continue to listen.

Saitama sat on the roof, his movements didn't change much, and he was still listening to Lao Zibai's story with great interest.

After another long time, Lao Zi stopped talking, looked around, and found that there was only one person left around, and that was the man who came first.

"Okay, that's all for today, I'll continue tomorrow when I have time!"

Lao Zi opened his mouth, and the man with his chin propped up was startled by Lao Zi's sudden raised voice, his body trembled, and he woke up from his sleep.

"Master, it's over? Then I'll go back first, you take your time to rest!"

The man yawned, stood up, patted the pants on the buttocks, and shook off the dust on them.

Lao Zi has been living in this small square for the past few days, whether in the wind or in the sun, even though the head of the village kindly offered him a place to live, he still declined, saying, "This is a kind of practice."

"Okay!" Lao Zi stood up, nodded to him, and then the moment the man turned around, he looked at Saitama who had been sitting cross-legged on the opposite roof.

In Lao Zi's perception, Saitama's aura continued to rise, and the idea of ​​being defined as malicious by the tailed beast also continued to intensify.

"Four-Tails Jinchuriki, Old Zi?!"

Qiyu asked knowingly, and it was regarded as a greeting.

He stood up slowly, twisted his neck a few times to relieve his fatigue, and at the same time looked at Lao Zi not far away, who was below.

"It's the old man!"

Lao Zi picked up the black stick that had been put aside early in the morning. It was his weapon, but it was not often used in battles. Instead, it was used for his ascetic journey on foot, to give him some support.

"Then I'm not wrong!" Saitama shrugged, bent his knees, jumped off the roof, and headed out of the village.

It was the first time to capture a tailed beast, and it was also the first time Saitama fought with a tailed beast. The momentum would definitely be great. In order not to cause unnecessary casualties, Saitama decided to move the battlefield to an open space on the side.

Civilians are innocent!