Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Knowing that Sasuke has just entered the ninja school, and knowing that Naruto is in the same class as him, you can get: Unless I climb over the wall and enter the school, I won’t be able to see the little fox in a short time.

Thinking about it, I stared at the wall melancholy, and fell into the melancholy of having nowhere to go.

If I had known earlier, I would not have rejected Mr. Matkay's invitation.

——This is how things should have developed.

The truth is, however, that the target, he, doesn't seem to be at school.

Listening to the angry roar of an adult male coming from inside, one can vaguely hear "This kid... I don't see... Naruto..."

Cough cough cough, it is something that a rebellious boy of this age can do.

Before the people inside rushed out, I quietly turned myself over from the fence, thought for a few seconds, and finally lost under the eager curiosity.

"Just, just take a look, take a look at where he went and come back." I convinced myself like this.

After accepting this reason with peace of mind, I immediately magnified the perception that has been converging, and followed the chakra breath that belonged to the Nine Lamas, which was deliberately ignored before. Compared with a certain dolphin teacher who was looking for it aimlessly, my goal was clearer. All the way to the east.

Bypassing the ninja school that has already started classes, passing through the bustling streets, passing by the Hokage Building, and finally standing at the foot of the uncanny Hokage Rock.

"Huh?" I stopped and couldn't help moving the tip of my nose, with a delicate expression: "...the smell of paint."

If I remember correctly, the opening chapter of this manga is that the student Naruto Uzumaki, who is about to graduate, impromptuly paints on Hokage Rock with paint-so it is not the first time!

I put my hands in front of my eyes, and saw an orange figure squatting on the mountainside from a distance, stirring the bucket of colorful paint in my hand wholeheartedly, and I couldn't help being aroused.

Anyway, the faces engraved on Hokage Rock have a mysterious vicissitudes of life, and in my eyes, I can’t connect with myself. I don’t feel guilty at all when I see others paint it.

It's done!

I took two steps back, bent over for a running run, kicked off by the timely wind, and a vine swung down not far away. I raised my hand to grab it, and then used my strength to shake it. I turned half a circle in the air and stretched my limbs. Perfectly threw himself into the sky.

"Wow—" I haven't played this way for a long time, and I'm so happy. If there are more interesting things waiting for me, I even want to do it again.

"Hey." With five fingers flexed into claws, I firmly grasped the gap in the middle of the rock, twisted my waist, and flicked my arms at the same time as exerting force, "Oh——"

He dived in two steps in the air, and when he landed, he even raised his hands up, leaned forward and raised his hips, with perfect posture!

Too bad there is no audience.

I shook my head in regret.

On the other side, Naruto Uzumaki, a boy who skipped school after mixing paint, started his graffiti career for the first time.

It is the physique of a first-year ninja school. Regardless of height, weight, or reaction ability, it is not as flexible as the beginning of the manga, at least not agile enough to jump on rock formations and provoke.I watched the little orange figure stubbornly hanging the paint bucket, climbing up and down the rocky cliffs, and couldn't help but sweat.

Sure enough, this person slipped, and seeing that his center of gravity was lost, he was about to fall, so I quickly picked up small stones with each hand and shot them out.

The first one hit his missing calf with no lightness or heavy weight, and controlled the correct placement of the limbs, and then the second stone was thrown out by me, and it was firmly embedded in the rock formation under his feet. The facet protruding a few centimeters just serves as a buffer and foothold.

"Huh—" I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief seeing this person stop his falling momentum.

It's just that the paint bucket in his hand didn't have much luck, jerked in the air, and then started to drop--and dump--

Colorful paints fell from the sky. Before I could catch my breath, I resigned myself to throwing another stone and hitting the half-dumped barrel.

"Jingle--"

With a crisp crashing sound, the iron bucket that was originally buckled turned around and fell from the other side with the remaining half bucket of paint.

... Then it was perfectly attached to the head and face of a certain second generation who was second from the left in Hokage Rock, with a serious face and a face shield-style forehead.

"……hiss."

Having caused this result with my own hands and witnessed it all, I gasped and felt a chill behind my back.

He didn't escape half a bucket of paint, but Naruto Uzumaki, who had escaped somehow, turned his head and looked this way with a painted face.

Being in a state of supreme guilt did not prevent me from hiding. I covered my face neatly, turned around, jumped, picked up the swinging vines, jumped a few times, and disappeared into the forest.

From behind, a certain dolphin teacher who finally caught the truant student roared furiously: "Naru——"

I put my palms together silently in my heart: Good luck, Naruto-kun.

I'm going to pick up my brother from school, bye.

... I-I hope Mr. Tomama didn't see this scene.

……

In the end, when I was picking up Sasuke from school, I saw the solitary golden head again out of the crowd.

Uh, the golden color is mixed with colorful heads?

I couldn't help but glanced at it, and then looked at it again.

It's been a long time, hasn't he changed his paint-stained clothes?

Also pulling away from the crowd a lot is my younger brother who plays cool.

"Oh, Xiao Zuo~" Seeing the boy with a cool face, I put everything aside and waved vigorously at him, ignoring the surprised eyes of a group of parents and children around me, and greeted loudly, "here here."

The little cool boy's expression froze, and he quickened his pace and walked this way.

"Flower, flower." He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, "Go, go home."

I watched with a smile as the man was teased by me to drop to the bottom line again and again, and without making a sound to remind me, I took the lunch box from him and shook it: "Huh, are you done eating?"

I still know how much I make myself. There are five layers of lunch boxes, one layer of tightly pressed rice, one layer of meat, one layer of tomato and egg soup, one layer of vegetables, and one layer of thirst-quenching tomatoes. One layer is stuffed until there is no gap, is it all eaten?

Before my suspicious gaze drifted away, Sasuke began to complain: "You know too much, I eat well at noon."

...but the question is, do you eat it all while you talk?

Perhaps I still underestimated the aftereffects of Genocide Night on him.

I looked at the angry young boy, and I didn't know what to say.

Mingming usually fights and fights, and seems to adapt well, but occasionally he can spy on his cautious heart when it comes to some trivial matters.

At least, if it was a bento made by his real family, he would not force himself to eat so cleanly... Of course, in a sense, it can also be seen that he attaches great importance to me.

"Sasuke," I sighed softly, knelt down, pressed his shoulders, and looked straight into his eyes, "... Are you tired from walking?"

"Ah?" He had an expression of 'what are you talking about', "It's only to this extent, how can I..."

"Do you want to hug me then?" I interrupted him, "If your stomach hurts, it's okay to rub it?"

"I don't want it!" The young boy suddenly took a step back and covered his stomach vigilantly, "I don't feel any pain anymore."

"Okay," I laughed when I was rejected, "Then our understanding Sasuke-kun can satisfy my sister's wish to carry my brother home?"

I pointed to the one riding a big horse beside me, the one whose parents were holding hands from one side to the other, chattering around the parents, bouncing around and making trouble, and said: "I want to be like them too, I want to have what they have— —So can I carry you on my back, Sasuke-kun?"

After all, when I was able to pick up my younger brother from school, I happened to be in the second stage of middle school, and I hated seeing and arguing with children who were just at the age when cats hate dogs. University, and one stayed in the boarding high school in my hometown. Afterwards, although the relationship got better, we met less. In fact, I really wish you could pick me up from school" or something like that.

——But I once suspected that the real reason was that he didn't want to squeeze the bus that was full on weekends.

Cough, it's getting too far, in short, although the kid Sasuke has a much better temper than my dog-tempered brother, how can a kid hide his mind?

I have a stupid mouth, my EQ is not very high, and I can't speak words like therapy, but at least, can I give this lonely and restless child a soothing post?

The young boy whom I seriously asked for his opinion tightly pursed his lips and looked at me without blinking.

I looked back expectantly.

His eyeballs rolled slightly.

I keep firing dog rays.

He, he turned his head away.

Yay, it's done!

According to my Uchiha observation diary for many years, if you don't refuse, you will acquiesce!

I cheered a little, turned around on the spot, and stretched out my hand——

After a short pause, I had an extra weight on my back.

"Stand down, get ready—" I stood up steadily, couldn't hold back, and jumped on the spot: "Thank you Sasuke~"

"You have nothing to thank." The young man on his back muttered softly, "I should be the one to say thank you."

"Hey~" I smiled as if I didn't hear anything, and walked forward.

After such a delay just now, we are already at the end. My footsteps are faster than ordinary people. If I catch up in this way, the first one to pass is Naruto Uzumaki, who is walking alone on the edge of the road with his colorful head hanging down. .

A few hours later, the child's body and face were still covered with paint, and his hair was disheveled. He lowered his head and kicked the road under his feet to move forward. Notice a few innocent and malicious eyes.

Probably because my eyes stayed there for too long, I looked in the direction I was looking at, and Sasuke, who also noticed something, arched my back.

"Hush—" I turned my head slightly to signal him to be quiet, then scanned around and picked up a few small stones.

"It feels okay, but it's a bit small." I threw the specially selected stones, and said with a slight tone of voice, "Look, Sasuke, it's time to check and accept the teaching results."

At the same time as several children were throwing stones, the five stones I was holding were dropped at the same time.

"One, two, three, four——" The four stones collided with stones thrown from different places at different speeds and directions one after another. There is a piece...

The last one is the flattest stone, the edge of which I secretly squeezed across the air, like a float made by the stone on the water surface, passing by the air layer slightly trembling and jumping, and finally - sticking to the head of the child The soles of his feet sank into the ground beside him.

"Five." My voice came long after.

According to the legend, among the five stones thrown by the merciful shepherd, the first four must fail, and the last one is an absolute hit. However, my imitator is just the opposite. The first four are fatal, and only the last one. Deliberately deviated from the direction.

As for why?Hmm... Can I say that I did it subconsciously as soon as my brain slapped?

If I had to give a reason--

Ah, maybe it's because I'm the evil Uchiha.

The kind that only bullies children, is as fierce as Mr. Madara, and can stop children from crying at night.

I consciously found a reasonable reason, my expression gradually relaxed, and then imitated the earliest stereotype of Uchiha in my memory, revealing Uchiha's arrogant face.

The few children who were counterattacked by me who joined suddenly were still in shock and did not come back to their senses. The blue eyes of the bullied in a daze were all dazed. Face.

Oops, the paint on the face is even worse now.

And at this moment, Sasuke, who had just started to curl up on my back, said softly, "Your shuriken is really powerful."

"Ah this," my proud little expression suddenly collapsed: "No, that was just an imitation of a shepherd throwing stones, it was an imitation, I definitely didn't lie to you, I really don't know shuriken QAQ"

"Really?" The boy's voice was dubious, "What is a shepherd, a master of hidden weapons?"

"No, he is the same as you, Sasuke, an archer, an archer who carries a bow and can shoot anything."

"? But I'm a ninja...forget it," Sasuke, who felt that he had carried too much at a young age, sighed maturely, and drew the attention of his elder sister who was thinking and racing, "I'll talk about those when I go back, what do you want here? end?"

"Huh?" I countered, confused. "Why did it end? Oh, you mean goodbye—I get it!"

Adhering to the character design of the evil Uchiha, I "hummed" at the petrified child, shook my head chicly, and walked away with a proud stride.

Sasuke, who couldn't stop him, groaned in pain: "You...forget it, let it be like this."

Moreover, although he didn't say it out loud, he also felt that his clan sister was right to do so.

The boy turned his head and looked at the sloppy classmate standing outside the crowd.

For this classmate, he always has a complicated feeling - since the extermination of the genocide.

Because he knows that if there is no sudden appearance of this elder sister with a mysterious origin, his current situation will be the same as that person, eating alone, going home alone, training alone, it doesn't matter what the food is, anyway, fill up The stomach is fine, and it doesn't matter how clean the body is, as long as it can be worn.

Black eyes met blue ones, the two teenagers looked at each other wordlessly for a while, and finally, Sasuke took the lead to look away.

There is no way, the person in charge of walking is going too fast, if he doesn't look back, his neck will be broken.

Huahua... Thinking of this person, Sasuke couldn't help but want to sigh again.

If she hadn't appeared, then Uchiha Sasuke would probably feel that Uzumaki Naruto would be his kind.

Gratitude is gratitude, but this person always has a unique ability that can make people turn gratitude into an urge to beat her up.

"That's right." I got the approval, and my tail suddenly turned up, "That is to say, I only follow the righteous Huahua in my heart!"

"Please, speak normally." Sasuke held back, but still couldn't hold back, and grabbed the swaying big ponytail.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt~" I didn't repent, I didn't panic at all, I even shook my head provocatively, but I didn't expect that Sasuke's hand was hooking the hairband. The hair on my head blurred my face.

"……what."

"..." Sasuke, who was also smeared, put back the hair tie silently, and then the hair of the person below had been completely blown apart, like a lion king, fluttering his mane in the wind.

Sasuke, who was slapped hard on the face by the black hair, hesitated for a while, gestured, picked up a handful of hair randomly, hesitated for a while, relied on his limited imagination, and tried his best to make a strange bow, tied it good.

After finishing all this, Sasuke, who was almost sweating, looked away at the ugly bowknot guiltily. Amidst the warning that he was about to be beaten, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a topic.

"Sister, sister!"

"Huh?" This kid was willing to obediently call someone at this time, but it was useless. I had already made a training plan in my heart and I replied casually: "What's the matter?"

"Well, you seem to care about that person just now?"

"You don't really care about it, do you?" This is a good topic. I raised my spirits and answered seriously, "But I do care a little bit."

After all, it was Naruto Uzumaki.

"Then," said the child awkwardly on my back, "won't you go say hello to him?"

I couldn't help laughing: "You actually want to ask why you didn't take the opportunity to get to know him and help him, right?"

The awkward child fell silent again.

I explained patiently: "Sasuke, that child has been in that environment all the time. If you can't completely fish him out and take responsibility for him, it's not a good thing for irrelevant people to get too close rashly."

Just like a stray cat, no, for a fox, it should be a canine... Well, then stray dogs are fine.

"So just pretend to be a bad face and help quietly?" He asked in a low voice.

"No, that's just my hobbies." I resolutely corrected his crooked views, and emphasized, "Good boys don't learn, you know."

No, considering that I might do it again next time, in order not to set a bad example, how about avoiding Sasuke the next time I do something bad...?No way, Sasuke will be upset...

My expression is tangled.

"Oh..." With a prolonged ending, he seemed to want to say something more, but he didn't say anything.

"Sasuke." I held his hand and pulled it up, and called him again, "Sasuke."

Within a few days, the man lost weight. Even if I tried to give him extra meals, I couldn't make up for the baby fat that had disappeared from his face.

"The night I picked you up, I carried you on my back like this, and went to the medical class step by step." I slowly talked about the accident he had been reluctant to mention, and I was not surprised to feel the relaxed body on my back gradually Tight, with nervous twitching.

There was no fuss, I just patted him comfortingly, and then said: "At that time, I thought, no, no matter what, I have to protect you as a child."

"..." The child on his back was still stiff, but the convulsions subsided slowly. After a while, he said sullenly, "I'm not a child anymore, and ninjas don't have children."

"Yes, yes, it's not a child." I catered to him with the perfunctory that I could hear, and before he became angry, I changed the subject: "So, this is the reason."

"……what?"

"I already have Sasuke, so I can't just pick up children at home—after all, I'm responsible for your safety."

- You are the most important.

Sasuke heard the implication.

"However..." I changed the topic again, and said to myself: "Actually, the limit I set for myself is not to take the initiative to attack. If someone comes close by himself, I will say something else... But the possibility is not great, after all, it is just a Uchi I can still cover Orphan Bo, but my superficial political acumen is not enough. Even if I drop ten times with one force, I can indeed punch through here... Well, did I say something unimportant? Hahaha that was just a joke, forget it, forget it!"

"It's late, I've heard it, you said you're going to punch through Hokage Tower!"

"...Wait, don't change the subject casually, that's how the so-called rumors came into being—in short, forget it, don't force me to make you lose your physical memory, forget it—"

"Hmph, no."

"Hey, if this is the case, then you can wait for my luxurious physical training package. I didn't say that, Xiao Sasuke, your physical strength is too weak!"

"Practice, practice, practice!"

"Don't stutter if you have the ability. Anyway, I won't show mercy when the time comes. Just wait—"

The overlapping shadows of two Uchihas, one big and one small, frolicked away, until the black dot could no longer be seen, and the demon fox boy who stayed in place lowered his head again.

The people of Uzumaki have always had plenty of chakra and excellent physical fitness, and this little boy named "Uzumaki Naruto" is naturally the same, not to mention, there is a nine-tailed demon fox with even larger chakra in his body, even in a sealed state. , the small amount of chakra spilled out every year is enough to strengthen and transform his body. The disadvantage is that he cannot precisely control chakra, and the advantage——

He has a stronger physique than ordinary people, as well as sharper five senses.

The boy's paint-stained hands pushed aside the shaken and soft ground, dug out the deliberately flattened stone, and put it together with another equally flat stone.