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

"What's the matter with you?" Sasuke, who was fully armed, turned Kunai dissatisfiedly, looking at his expression, he wanted to stab me, "Because you proposed to make gestures after eating, but I dropped the dishes I was about to wash The chopsticks came out straight away."

"Ah, I'm sorry, but there's just one problem I can't figure out," I scratched my hair as I was wandering since I stood in the martial arts arena, "I don't seem to be very clear about what a normal Uchiha's taijutsu should be used as a reference .”

"What you mean is abnormal," the young man's eyebrows twitched. "Are you talking about me or yourself?"

"No," I struggled to jump over this speech trap, resisting the urge to cover my face: "I mean, from the time I came into contact with physical arts to the present, I have only fought against one Uchiha, and if I really want to refer to it, I can only Think of him."

"Then?" Sasuke put away the hidden weapon he was playing with in his hand, and moved towards him calmly.

"Then," I saw it, but I didn't intend to deal with it, and said to myself, "that person is unique."

You don't need to think about it, but if you really set the standard for Mr. Madara, the problem will be big.

"Then come and use your standards."

I was even more entangled: "But what I received was not Uchiha's education."

"Then—" the voice suddenly magnified from the top of the head, and the tearing sound of Gangfeng was close at hand, "It's too slow!"

Without raising my head, I raised my hand as a saber and struck it on the axis of Kunai, then flipped my palm over, fiddled with the direction of the tip, and then clasped the boy's wrist that was about to retreat, tightened it, pulled it, and took a step: "Is that so."

The hand behind my back was brought out. Considering Sasuke's school age, I loosened my fist in mid-air, and the power released along the way was attenuated layer by layer. After throwing away the confident young man who attacked rashly, I pushed out with one palm!

All the green leaves of the tree behind the boy shook, leaving only the bare branches that could barely stop the flying boy. Immediately afterwards, the broken leaves of the stems and leaves fluttered down one after another, falling all over the ground.

"Impatient," I grinned at the stunned boy, "The first class I took was to be beaten passively."

This hand was copied from Mr. Hashirama's fancy way of throwing me, but it was only after I used it subconsciously that I realized that it shouldn't be too easy to use to throw people.

"Cut." The boy who was supporting the tree trunk shook his head violently, trying to shake off the fallen leaves, "Don't underestimate people, I can do it too!"

"You are just being lonely like this," I couldn't help but stepped forward, holding down the boy who was shaking the cat and cat, "Don't move, I'll take the leaves off for you—it's not a question of whether it's okay, Sasuke, it's whether it's suitable or not." The problem."

I stroked the ladybug on his shoulder, and I explained: "My physique is relatively strong, cough, and I can withstand beatings. In my master's words, Huahua always remembers to eat and not to beat, and she will cry in pain when she is beaten. Only in this way can we remember what to hide and what to resist... Well, that’s roughly what it means.”

Wu Yan finished listening to my words, and Sasuke's expression was complicated between stunned and sympathetic: "No wonder... being your master is so hard, um, your master must be a great person."

"He is indeed great..." I paused, my eyes suspicious: "Are you talking bad about me around the corner?"

"Yes... no," he had a ghostly expression on his face, "Why are you uncharacteristically sharp only at this time?"

"I've always been sharp," I said convincingly, "and the subject is off topic, aren't we talking about your training program?"

"Obviously you did it first," he protested, "You should take it seriously, Huahuajiang!"

"Where did you hear this name-don't stare, don't stare, I'm serious." I reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​fooling the past, and started to organize my words, "Well, actually, I think Master's training method is quite good If it weren't for the fact that my blows are not serious, it is very easy to hit the head, and I can do whatever I want, not to mention that I have not yet become a teacher..."

Facing his increasingly dull face, I spread my hands: "Yes, although I am also half and half Uchiha, I actually belong to the Intuition Department."

Sasuke gritted his teeth hard: "Then the so-called mass physical training that you said you gave me—"

"It's all the basics." In seconds, I showed an innocent smile, and counted them one by one with my fingers: "For example, the simplest physical training, cardiopulmonary function and muscle endurance training, and dodging the vital points when being beaten, and Strengthening the explosive power of the usual parts...I don’t have the ability to train systematically, but these are absolutely infallible.”

"After this set, I don't need to think about Mr. Madara's level for the time being, but I can assure you that our ceiling can't be reached, and the little fox at the entrance of the village can still tease you." he confirmed.

"So you want to try?"

"Of course." What responded to me was the young man's high fives full of ambition: "How can I refuse the way to become stronger?"

……

Having said that, I didn't expect that the "little fox at the entrance of the village" who I said could be teased would directly come to the door before the results of the training came out.

To be exact, if I hadn't discovered it early, this person originally planned to sneak away.

Recently, I just tried to run the first stage of physical training. Holding a custom-made feather duster, I drove Sasuke into the sky until the last bit of energy was exhausted, and I was walking back with the boy who was exhausted and fell asleep. At the gate of the clan, I saw a small, haunting figure of a dog.

This section of the Uchiha tribe is on the edge of Konoha, it is still quite remote, and it is late at night, except for Anbe who is watching, who else will run here?

No one, the leaked breath of the Nine Lamas has completely exposed the identity of the visitor.

With an unknown mood, I quietly restrained my breath and approached with the sound of footsteps, and through the dim night, I saw his appearance clearly.

Wet, it should have just climbed up from the river, the originally golden and fluffy hair hangs down mixed with water plants and sticks to the side of the face, and there is a red scratch on one side of the cheek - as if it was fanned by something.

My gaze slipped, and a heavy river fish rolled its eyes, opened and closed its parotids in vain, was held tightly in his arms, and died soon.

The boy quickly looked left and right, and put the big fish in his hand towards the door. The fish, which had no air in or out, suddenly jumped, and a fish tail flew into the air. Seeing that the other side of the boy's face was about to appear symmetrical red print--

I kicked a stone helplessly.

"Slap." Right in the heart.

This strong fish reluctantly swallowed his last breath and died with regret.

"Wait a minute." I called to stop the boy who was about to slip away.

The boy with his waist down and his head down paused for a moment, and in the next second, he ran even faster.

"Stop, I know you can hear me." I tapped the road with my toes, and said quietly, "Or do you want stones to block the way, or should I go and catch you?"

The boy raised his foot in the air, put it down silently, and turned around little by little.

He didn't speak.

But I saw the full-toothed smile he showed with all his strength.

So I smiled back at him in exactly the same way.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why are you running away." I walked towards the boy who stayed in the same place step by step, and with the most ordinary tone on my mouth, I sent out the most unpretentious greeting, "Have you eaten yet?"

He froze for a moment, shook his head subconsciously, halfway through the shaking, paused hesitantly, glanced at Sasuke who was still sleeping soundly on my back, and nodded instead.

However, as we all know, for a large group of people, "have you eaten" is actually just the beginning of a sentence that does not need to be answered, and the words after "have you eaten" are the main topic.

"Well, it stands to reason that the situation is special, and I can't make the decision to take in guests alone," I said to myself loudly, for fear that some people with ears would not hear: "But it's getting late, and you look like you're soaked all over your body. Well, one is not safe, and the other is that if you catch a cold when you go back, this situation is very special, so it is, negative and negative are positive, double special normalization—”

"Yoxi." Having prepared the groundwork, I nodded in satisfaction, and hit a straight ball recklessly: "Young man, come in!"

He listened to my words very carefully, and really tried to understand, but was stunned by my long list of words: "Ah, ah?"

"Let the visiting guests leave in embarrassment late at night, Uchiha never does such impolite things." I imitated Sasuke's usual appearance, and raised my chin proudly, "So, I carry my brother on my back, you hug him Your fish, enter the door and walk!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around first, and strode into the door that I had already dodged with the palm of my hand.

"Oh right," I suddenly remembered something, I turned around, "This is Sasuke, you should know, I'm Hana, you?"

"I, I—" In the darkness, the young man took a step forward, stuttering, and loudly replied: "My name——Uzumaki Naruto!"

……

Considering Sasuke's mood, it's inappropriate to take his clothes without his consent, so I dug out the doujin uniform I wore when I first came here.

When I first bought it, I thought it was a one-size-fits-all loose fit, and there was no significant gender difference. Except for the cuffs and the round fan emblem on the back of the collar, it was just an ordinary home dress—it was very suitable for changing the drenched body. clothes.

Anyway, they are still children in the first grade of elementary school, so it is not a big problem to change clothes.

"It's just ready in the hot water room. This set of clothes will be transitioned for you first. The only thing I'm sorry about is that there are some stains on it that can't be washed, but it has definitely been washed and dried, so it doesn't affect the wearing." Stuffed it in his bag, "Wash off the smell of mud and seafood on your body first."

After solving one, I glanced at Sasuke, who was lying on the tatami mat without any sign of waking up, and finally fixed my gaze on the big fish.

...As far as I know, dead fish should be disposed of early, right?

So here comes the problem, I, the dignified Nidaiki Toshi, the winner of the Holy Grail War, can't kill fish.

……

When Uchiha Sasuke opened his eyes again, he was awakened by a burst of fragrance.

"What smells so good—hiss." The movement of getting up involved his muscles, and the soreness all over his body distorted his expression for a while. After grinning his teeth, he uttered two words forcefully: "——so ruthless."

The mental preparation is the master, but the result is still not the first wave, and even listened to the previous Huahua said, this is just a light version of the trial run, not the official version of the training plan. And have a wonderful feeling for the so-called "still adjusting" official version.

It was also this time that he really touched the edge of his sister's fighting power—what kind of a gorilla is a person who can make a plan but still thinks it is more than enough!

"Gululu——" roared furiously in his heart without showing his face, and Sasuke Uchiha pressed his stomach as if nothing had happened.

That's right, the things he ate for dinner have long been exhausted by the previous post-meal digestion exercise (flower language). At this time, he urgently needs to replenish energy.

So what exactly is good fragrance?Was it made by the clan sister? No.

Uchiha Sasuke quickly denied this speculation.

——It’s very simple. Although the people named Huahua and the person named Sasuke make rice that is not poisonous and tastes normal, it is still at the pass line and can be full, but it is really delicious. Neither of them were skilled enough.

With this question in mind, of course, the main reason is that he couldn't resist the smell that was getting more and more fragrant. Sasuke, who was absolutely safe at home, let himself go, turned over, rubbed his shoulders and went to the kitchen: "Sister, what is the smell—— "

Uchiha Sasuke stuck his head out to the door and did not move.

In the kitchen, a very familiar blond kid standing on a small bench, wearing the same very familiar clothes, is stirring the milky white thick soup in the pot with a spoon, and the snow-white fish meat and fish bones are faintly visible with the rotation of the soup. .

And the one who was lying on the side of the pot with his head knocked, staring straight at the fish soup, who was almost naked, if it wasn't the clan sister, who else?

"Crack."

On this day, a certain kitchen door used by the Uchiha clan was broken by its owner, and a hole was violently smashed.