[Hokage] I don't need that kind of thing at all

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These few chapters seem to be all about Itachi Nissan, and I’m going to add a role to being the second assistant! !

Mizuki Ibuki's physical strength is much better than that of his peers. This is also due to the fact that he likes to have fun in the death forest since he can run and jump. From time to time, he has to deal with the sudden "attack" of Mizuki's initial stage, and his physical coordination Uchiha Itachi was amazed by his sensitivity to the surrounding airflow.

Although his physical fitness is indeed good, he still doesn't try to minimize the consumption of energy. To put it simply, Mizuki Ibuki still doesn't know how to maximize the effect of every ounce of strength.

"It's not enough to exert force with the wrist alone." Itachi bent down, pressed against Ibuki's back, held his right hand with his cool fingertips, and taught him the simplest throwing movements little by little. "The waist rotates, which drives the upper arms... which in turn transmits power to the wrists."

Mizuki Yibuki's back was sweating from being pressed by him, but he still took note of the current movements seriously.

"Each joint exerts strength one by one, and finally gathers the explosive point at the fingertips."

As soon as the words fell, Ibuki felt that his right arm was swung in a soft and low-key arc by Itachi, and then his fingertips tightened and then loosened, and the stone caught by his fingertips was deeply embedded in front of him in the blink of an eye. In the trunk of the tree, the muffled sound made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but gasp as soon as he recovered.

——… Wucao this, this is too much!fierce!Harmful!up!Bar!

Mizuki Ibuki couldn't help turning his head to look at Itachi Uchiha behind him, those cat-like black pupils became shiny, his mouth was slightly opened, full of surprise and admiration.

Uchiha Itachi saw it, and he felt that he...was so useful that he couldn't be used any more.

"Try it yourself." He pursed the corners of his lips to hide his unconscious smile, bent over to pick up a stone of suitable size from the ground, handed it to Yibuki, and patted him on the back encouragingly .

Mizuki Ibuki held the stone between his fingertips just as he did just now, but he still didn't look back. He looked straight at Itachi, with the eyes of a hero who just returned from the battlefield: "Is it me?" Now that the stones have been driven into the tree trunk, you can throw the kunai and shuriken."

Itachi bent his eyes: "You are still young, don't force yourself, just master the correct way to exert force."

"Then can you come and have a look at Kunai?" Yibuki looked at the other party eagerly.He clearly remembered that in the original book, Sasuke tried hard to imitate Itachi throwing a lot of kunai in the memory of his childhood. "The kind that throws several shots at once and still hits the target."

Itachi couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard it, but quickly raised the corners of his mouth again, and said softly: "Yes."

After speaking, he picked up a few stones from the ground and quickly hit different positions of the surrounding tree trunks one by one. However, unlike before, these stones rolled back to the ground quickly after hitting the tree trunks, leaving behind Make a mark that is neither light nor heavy.

Before Mizuki Ibuki could recover from his series of movements, Itachi suddenly lowered his body slightly, leaped into the air in the blink of an eye, and turned 180 degrees easily after reaching the highest point. In a moment of inertia, Itachi took out eight kunai calmly, without paying much attention to the position of the mark. The next second after taking out the kunai, they sent out two or two. With a few sharp impact sounds, the kunai almost turned into a blur The black shadows shot accurately at the tricky marks one by one.

Mizuki Ibuki was staring wide-eyed at Itachi's falling figure from mid-air, vaguely felt an unusual sound of air friction on the left side, turned his head and saw a kunai rushing straight towards his forehead!

Cold sweat immediately wet the bangs, and before Mizuki Ibuki had time to feel panic, another kunai hit from the other side fiercely, deflecting the original track of the first kunai, and there was a soft "buzz". After the sound, the two kunai were deeply buried in the remaining two marks.

Only then did Mizuki Yibuki think about it and get scared, her little face turned pale: "...don't scare me, hey!"

Itachi landed gracefully, came over and patted his head lightly: "It won't hurt you."

Ibuki raised his eyes and stared at him: "What if an accident happens!"

Itachi smiled calmly: "No accident."

Ibuki: "..."

He suddenly had the urge to cover his face, Uchiha Itachi, a genius among geniuses, is so confident that people are envious, admirable, and ruthless, but his performance just now was really capitalized and bold So handsome ah ah ah——

"You can do it in the future." Itachi easily jumped to the tree to take down Kunai. "Use stones instead, first find the feeling of throwing."

Mizuki Yibuki threw the stone in his palm twice, thinking that throwing stones should not be a difficult task for him. After returning home, it has become a daily routine for Naruto and Naruto to throw things at each other. He believes in his own Accurate is still good.

Thinking this way in his heart, he recalled the action essentials Itachi had told him just now, and charged up to throw the stone.

The stone escaped from the fingertips and hit the mark with perfect precision.

Before Mizuki Ibuki had time to show a frightened expression, he heard Itachi speak slowly behind him: "The strength is not enough, at least the marks should be made."

Ibuki: "..."

Reluctantly, he picked up another stone. This time his strength was definitely enough, but the stone directly brushed the marked tree trunk and flashed directly into the grass behind.

Itachi still said in an unhurried tone: "The accuracy is too bad."

"I'm not blind." Yi Chui blushed, turned around and stared at the person behind him embarrassedly.

Itachi's smile deepened when he stared at him like this, and gently reminded: "Don't use brute force."

Yibuki: "..." Is this person black-bellied?

After throwing back and forth for no less than a hundred rounds, Ibuki has completely blocked the voice of Itachi Uchiha behind him.

Finally, one time he shot a stone deep into the tree trunk accurately and firmly. Mizuki Ibuki just turned his head and blinked his bright eyes to look at Itachi, as if begging for praise and praise. Who knew Itachi hugged his chest with a smile and said : "Accident, come again."

Yibuki couldn't help giving him a middle finger silently in his heart.

Itachi nodded in satisfaction until he drove stones directly into the tree trunk ten times in a row.

After stopping the movement, the arm that had been working hard all afternoon began to feel a little sore.Just as Yibuki couldn't help shaking it twice, he was grabbed by Itachi, and his slightly cool and round fingertips gently pressed the skin texture, slowly feeling a tingling comfort.

"You've worked hard today." Itachi said slowly, rubbing his hair again. "As expected of... my younger brother."

The word "brother" immediately exploded in Ibuki's mind, and Sasuke's immature smiling face flashed past his eyes.

——... There is a feeling of stealing brother Sasuke.

A deep sense of guilt suddenly rose in Ibuki's heart, thinking that when he and Sasuke met for the first time, he was still lying on Itachi's back, that was a rare time for Sasuke to spend time with his brother whose mission was over.

But now, Itachi came here to teach him ninjutsu after finishing his mission, what about Sasuke?What was Sasuke doing during this time?

He couldn't help thinking that not long ago he and Sasuke were sitting side by side in the corridor of the courtyard, Sasuke held his hand carefully, looking at the floating clouds in the sky with a little desolation: "Brother is on a mission again, and I don't know when he will be back. Even if I go out, I don't have any friends to hang out with..."

Maybe that little guy is sitting there alone looking at the sky now, but there is no one around him who can hold hands with him.

"..." Mizuki Yibuki felt a little unbearable and distressed for a moment, he took a deep breath, raised his head after making up his mind, and looked at Itachi steadfastly. "...Next time, can I practice with Sasuke?"

The sunlight approaching the evening has become quite soft, casting a light halo on Yibuki's outline.

It may be due to the unbalanced nutritional intake and frequent work after coming to Konoha, Ibuki's figure is much thinner than before leaving home.The smooth black hair winds down the thin shoulders, making the skin look a little sickly white, and the dark and bright eyes can be vaguely seen under the too long bangs. The chin is sharp and small, which looks like a A milk cat that has been wandering the streets of Konoha for a long time.

Itachi was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled again: "He will be very happy." Then, he untied the hair tie on the back of his head, stretched out his hand to straighten Yibui's long hair hanging down to his waist, and tied it skillfully. , tied a beautiful slipknot, then turned his back to Ibuki, and slowly squatted down.

Yibuki hesitated for a few seconds, but still meekly lay on the opponent's back.

Itachi stood up and gently lifted him up, picked up the barrel under the tree, carried him step by step, and slowly walked out of this remote forest.

Mizuki Yibuki lay on his shoulders, and the faint fragrance from the other's hair softened his heart.The neatly tied ponytail rubbed against his back as he moved forward.

"If..." Yibui lowered his eyes and whispered in his ear. "If the high-level Konoha asked you to kill me..."

Itachi paused, but didn't look back: "Why."

"Because..." He shook his head, trying to get the bloody scene of the full moon night out of his mind in the original book, and dryly made up a reason. "Because I am now a child of the Mizuki clan, when I came to Konoha... some people seemed very unhappy."

Itachi walked forward steadily, turned his head slightly, looked at Yibuki behind him, his face was still calm, but his tone was much firmer: "I won't let you die."

Yibuki looked at the bottom of the other's dark eyes, feeling inexplicably at ease.He subconsciously tightened his arms around Itachi's neck, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile a bit: "Yeah."

— That's what you said.