[Hokage] One tit for another

Perhaps, Itachi is really a good teacher.

With Itachi's tireless efforts, I finally passed the level of reading and writing. I have become so fluent in reading and writing that I can directly use Japanese as my mother tongue.

But I’m still not good at dialogue and communication. I can understand if I speak slowly. If others speak too fast, I may not be able to keep up. After all, I have to translate into Chinese in my mind first, then understand, and then translate into Japanese , to speak out.I'm really not gifted with languages, and I'm even a mess at it.

My poor language skills have already let everyone in the village know that the second youngest of the Uchiha family is an idiot.

My father has completely given up on me, and my mother is still teaching me carefully, but the standards have dropped again and again. She only hopes that I can communicate with people normally in my lifetime and no longer be called a fool.

No one asked me to refine chakra, no one urged me to learn practice, and no one asked me to learn from my genius brother. I sat alone in a daze, but it was a normal phenomenon in the eyes of everyone.

I can't go after people saying I'm not an idiot, that sounds so stupid.

——Also, I barely learned Japanese until I was three years old.It seems that no matter how you look at it, you can't look like a fool.

And I didn't intend to study hard to be a good ninja.

In any case, Uchiha Sasuke's future is set.In four more years, my whole family will die. If I behave too badly, maybe Itachi will not give me "education of love". The orphan of the Uchiha family, who eats and waits to die, is an ordinary civilian, staying away from blood and war.

Or go back to the old business, I can also provide psychological counseling for these ninjas.

The only thing that bothers me is probably Itachi.

Now that I have decided to open my eyes and take a good look at the world, there are some things I can no longer ignore.

Gradually, I seem to have gotten used to that gentle and lovely mother, and also the patriarch's father who always pretends to be aggressive but always fails.

And itachi...

Itachi is really a good brother, so good that I can't accept it.Itachi is simply the kind of person I have never come into contact with, who only exists in fairy tales.

I can't even figure out where he got so much patience and enthusiasm to pour on me.Just because he is the elder brother and I am the younger brother?

How could a person who could kill his parents for justice, love his younger brother so much?

The more useless I am, the greater the pressure on Itachi.As the eldest son of the same family, he has to be good enough to stop everyone from staring at his idiot brother.

Therefore, my life plan for the past four years is to try my best to save the young Itachi who has lost his footing, and use every bit of life to heal his distorted life.

Coax the brats, I always will.

Countless thoughts surged through my mind, while lazily poking out my little buttocks and turning over.

Before I knew it, I seemed to have developed a bad habit of taking afternoon naps on the veranda.Because here you can see the scenery of the courtyard, and you can also enjoy the breeze blowing in the afternoon. Sometimes the sunlight will move from the courtyard to the veranda bit by bit as time goes by.The wooden floor baked by the sun exudes the fragrance of wood and sunlight, revealing a touch of warmth.

Very comfortable.Once you've slept in, you'll never be able to resist the allure of a verandah again.

My family is very used to me. At first, my mother and Itachi were worried that I would catch a cold, so they always secretly carried me back to the house while I was sleeping.But they can't be watching me all the time, and if I don't pay attention, I can roll around on the porch with the little quilt rolled up.

After a few times, they just give up.

The patriarch was very angry, probably in his opinion, it was indecent for the youngest son to lie on the veranda and sleep all day.And he often walked on the veranda, always careful not to trample his soft little son to death.So whenever I got in his way, he would go crazy.

But even if he roared loudly, I pretended not to understand, and lay there curled up in a ball motionless.Sometimes when he yells for a long time, I can stretch comfortably, roll to his feet, spread my stomach and smack my mouth, extremely arrogant.Who would be afraid of this paper tiger patriarch?

He didn't dare to step on me, and he didn't even dare to lift me up viciously, so he is called a paper tiger.

In the end, he could only stare at me ferociously, and the content of his yelling changed from "don't sleep on the veranda" to "put the quilt on, or I'll catch you to get an injection".

I went through the quilt and rolled it around on the plank and rolled it again.It wasn't until I felt comfortable that I got up unsatisfied and went to find my mother.

It's almost time for a nap, and I have to go practice with Itachi.

Yes, the method I thought of was to practice with Itachi every afternoon.Itachi's practice is very hard and cruel.Maybe he wouldn't be freaking out in lonely training if he had a cute little brother by his side to give him a loving whoosh and blowjob?At least he won't continue to comprehend his terrible ninja way, right?

My mother supported me in going to Itachi. When she found out that I was able to walk to Itachi’s practice place alone, my mother was ecstatic, and then made small snacks such as rice balls and sushi every day, and put them in a light box. In a small box, let me take it to eat when I am hungry.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

I sat in the shade of a big tree, watched Itachi jump up into the air, the shurikens in his hand shot out, collided with each other in mid-air, making a clear sound, a few silver lights flashed, and then I heard the sound of the hit. sound.

All the shurikens were firmly inserted into the heart, penetrating three points.Even the blind spots behind rocks and big trees are exactly the same.

Itachi landed lightly, then looked at me, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Brother is amazing!"

It must be "chi chi chi chi", I blinked my eyes and tried my best to express my admiration.

The encouragement education method is obviously necessary, and although Itachi doesn't show it on his face, I can see that he is very happy.

"Brother, come and rest for a while, let's eat rice balls." I opened the small box and took out the delicious rice balls inside.

Itachi came over, sat down beside me, took the rice ball in my hand, and then slowly explained to me: "Shuriken is the unique skill of the Uchiha family. You must calculate the position of each target in your heart beforehand. Pay attention to the timing of the jump and the angle of projection. Also pay attention to the direction and speed of the wind, and on sunny days, be careful of the position of the sun, otherwise the light reflected by the shuriken will hit the eyes and it will be a disadvantage.”

After a pause, Itachi asked the question he would ask every day: "Would you like to give Sasuke a try?"

"No." I shook my head, of course I refused, and then quickly changed the subject, "Brother is really careful, and he even considered Sunshine."

Itachi smiled and said nonchalantly, "I'll notice after practicing a few times."

After graduating from the ninja school, Itachi would practice from noon to dinner every day except for morning exercises when he had no tasks.

I came to him when I was about to go home. Before I came, he would usually do basic physical training, or chakra refinement and control, and seals, etc. After I came, he would choose Some more performative practice, such as throwing shuriken, or practicing ninjutsu, and then explained the techniques and his experience to me in detail.

I'm not interested in it, but he seems to think it will make my ears and eyes see it, so it never stops.

"Brother, are your eyes still used to it?" I watched Itachi eat a rice ball quietly, raised my hand, and touched the corner of his eye.

Itachi opened his eyes not long ago and became the youngest genius in the Uchiha family to open his eyes.Not long after that, Itachi's eyes turned into two gouyu. He seemed to be training his eyes consciously. When he was practicing, the Sharingan was always open, and the gouyu in his pupils kept turning.

"Is it ugly? Doesn't Sasuke like it?" Itachi thought for a while and asked.

So how abnormal is his brain circuit?

I frowned and explained seriously: "I don't dislike it, it's just that after my brother opened his eyes, he was obviously tired."

"Hmm." Itachi looked at me for a while, then raised his hand, and poked his slender and strong fingers on my forehead.

"Hi." I covered my forehead and stepped back, yelling dissatisfied.It hurts so much, every time I poke like this, my forehead will turn red.

So why on earth is this guy in the habit of poking my forehead!

"Sharingan's burden is a bit heavy, but it is very practical, and it will help increase the amount of chakra." Itachi said lightly.

"Hey, I'm talking about your eyes, Itachi, did you hear me! If you push yourself too hard, you'll age prematurely." I stared at him, what a careless brat!

In the end, he got another poke on the forehead, which was harder than before.

"Call me brother." Itachi said, seeing me glaring at him indignantly, he smiled a little, "I'll pay attention."

As if to show that he did accept the advice, Itachi immediately withdrew his Sharingan, and his eyes turned warm black again.

Turning my attention away from his eyes, I saw the wound on his hand almost immediately.

There was a long and narrow gash in the tiger's mouth on his right hand, with neat edges, and the incision was torn even wider because of the violent movement that the master didn't care about, like a torn bag, exposing the bright red flesh and blood inside.

"What's going on with you?" I grabbed his hand in surprise.His hands are full of hard calluses, completely different from my chubby hands which are white and tender.

Although Itachi always has injuries on his body, but jumping up and down in practice, scratches and bruises are inevitable, but this one in his hand was scratched by a sharp weapon.

"Hmm..." Itachi wanted to withdraw his hand, not wanting to talk more.But under my insistence, I had no choice but to confess honestly, "I practice shuriken to scratch."

Then, he showed a relieved smile again: "It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

I was a little surprised, because in my eyes, Itachi's shuriken skills are very superb.What he practiced every day were difficult movements that others might not be able to do in his whole life, but he was also scratched by a shuriken.

But as soon as I thought about it, I almost laughed at myself.

Itachi is not a god, and the shuriken is a sharp weapon with sharp edges, how could it not be injured?As long as the posture of throwing the shuriken is slightly stagnant, it is easy to draw yourself.

The strength in my hand relaxed, Itachi took back his hand, and naturally raised it to his mouth and licked it.

I couldn't help raising my eyebrows.

Licking the tiger's mouth, very sexy action.

It's just that I didn't expect that itachi, who has always been rigid and dignified, would make such a rough move.

Itachi is obviously a noble son.

However, no matter how noble the son is, he can only become a smelly and rough ninja during training.At this time, the Itachi still smelled of sweat.

This was a very common action, and anyone with a slight injury would subconsciously lick it.

But maybe the younger brother's eyes are too weird?Itachi looked a little embarrassed, he put down his hand uncomfortably: "What's the matter, Sasuke?"

"Go back and get some medicine. Are you a dog? Just lick it and you'll be fine?"

I said angrily, the wounds on the tiger's mouth were all torn, and he still looked like he didn't care. If there is any inconvenience in the future, wouldn't it be a life-and-death detail during the battle?

Do you still have to stare at Itachi to clean up the wound?Why is he so indifferent to himself?hell!Am I a babysitter?

"I want to call you brother." Itachi said to me solemnly again, as if he was not satisfied with the title "dog".

I ignored him, just watched him pull out the gauze and simply bandage the tiger's mouth.Then I picked out a few cold rice balls from the bento box that I didn't like and threw them to him.

Itachi obviously didn't know my little thoughts, or maybe he knew, but he was still very happy.

Like every day, he took care of those rice balls and sat down with me very intimately.

We sat shoulder to shoulder under the tree like this, quietly blowing the evening mountain wind, the leaves rustled rhythmically, and swayed in the mountains.

Seeing the setting sun dye the sky orange in the mountains, Itachi seemed to have rested. He stood up and held out his hand to me: "Sasuke, let's go home."

I put my hand in his, stood up following his strength, and walked home with him, swinging my two short legs.