[Comprehensive] After leaving Yokohama, I joined Xiongying

"Eh? Brother, are you going out?"

While making a cup of tea for the guests, Yu saw his brother who was about to go out. He put down the tea and ran to Itachi, who had already put on his shoes and socks.

"But brother Itachi just woke up! Is it okay to go out now?"

"Ah, it's okay." Itachi touched the little curly hair with a worried face, and turned his mouth when he planned to say, "Brother, go out for a while."

"Do you want to buy something?" The young boy raised his hand energetically, "I can buy it for Brother Weasel!"

"Well," Itachi didn't answer, but just rubbed the boy's soft head and looked into the room, "But don't you want to entertain your classmates? It would be impolite to leave suddenly."

"Obviously he's Shinji's classmate," Yuu retorted in a low voice, looking between the elder brother sitting in the entrance and the guest on the sofa for a while, and chose the back after a while.

"Brother Weasel should come back soon." He entrusted, and walked out of the entrance step by step.

Itachi exhaled lightly, and met the eyes of his friend smiling slightly.

"Dazai-san..."

He sighed, and the young man who had watched the joke for a long time said "yes yes" and opened the door for him.

"Go, go, good students shouldn't be late."

The poor former Hong Kong gangster cadre who never went to school smiled and said, waving his hands like a father urging his children to go out.

Itachi didn't give him the slightest look at his friend who looked like a very old father, and the young man who took a slow look at his whole body ran out slowly.

The young man who was waving his hands blinked, and the friend who was still slowly tidying up in front of him just now had been shot out like an arrow from the string, and only a tiny back could be seen in just a few minutes.

"Wow." The young man standing on tiptoe in a lookout position expressed his heartfelt admiration, and put his other hand in the pocket of his windbreaker until he could not see him at all.

"Then where are we going next?" The young man who rarely left Yokohama for some special reason walked out of the Oda mansion humming a strange tune.

When he left the corner of the Oda house, he met an old man in a white coat and a little girl with a hood. The young man who walked past the two while humming a song stopped and thought of the little girl. The sudden constriction of the pupils and the look of fear after seeing her, and her action of putting on the hood immediately...

Ah, it seems that Oda Saku and Itachi-kun's neighbor lady have some secret~~

The young man with his hands in his pockets thought about this question for a second, and happily forgot about it when he turned the next street corner, and walked briskly and happily to the place where he could happily commit suicide.

"It's impossible for one person to die for love~"

***

Kunihiro Yamababagi's pace was not exactly jumping.

He walked through the streets familiarly, and finally fell into contemplation at the fork in the road that he walked through countless times.

Well, even Fu Sangshen will be lost in a place he hasn't been back to for many years, not to mention Yamabagiri Kunihiro, who was once a social terrorist, he can remember how to get there in the first place, thank God.

Frowning, the man resolutely chose a different direction from the last time—the ghost knows that he also chose this side at the beginning—and then, once again, lost his way.

Sword Fusangshen fell into deep thought.

The scene of such a big living person standing still for a long time naturally attracted the attention of the patrolling hero, not to mention that the hero had seen this gentleman before when he was patrolling——twice at the same place.

After the wind and rain, ah no, Mr. Hero, who has profound experience, rationally deduces in his heart a variety of options, such as the mentally handicapped, the suspicious person who stepped on the spot, the road idiot, and finally settled on the road idiot during the questioning.

"You said...you want to go to Xiongying High School?"

He hesitated and asked again.

Kunihiro Yamabuchi hesitated for a moment, "Isn't it called by that name now?"

It shouldn't be.

Mr. Hero waved his hand when he received a definite answer, "No, no, not really."

While thinking in his heart how someone would think that Xiongying changed his name, he wondered why this person lost his way to such an extent, but he pointed the way to Xiongying unequivocally with his hands—about how to take the tram to Xiongying.

Even Yamabugiri fell silent for a moment after realizing that he was thousands of miles away from Heroi.

He paused, and slowly thanked the young man in front of him.

The young hero on patrol looked at the departing young man and scratched his head. He struggled for a while between sneaking up and letting go, and was patted on the shoulder when he stepped up.

"What's the situation?"

The hero looked over, and it was the firm he belonged to that got the face, and the hero ranked No. 4, the trendy bull king.

The young man who was still a little lazy stood up solemnly, and told the other party what happened in a few words.

The blond young man covered his mouth with his denim jacket all the time, and the only blue pupil that was exposed looked towards the direction Yamabuki Kunihiro left after hearing what his subordinate said.

"Is there a problem?!" Another hero suddenly became serious.

"No," Hakama Tianwei, or Chaoba Niu Wang shook his head, "It just seems to be my old acquaintance."

Eh, old acquaintance?

The hero guarding him was stunned for a moment, and then he regained his senses and the trendy bull king who was routinely patrolling the streets had already gone.

**

Itachi reached Xiongying stepping on the spot.

Standing at the door was the voice hero Bresant Mack. The Mr. Hero with a wonderful haircut was not surprised by the students who stepped on the spot like this. Before seeing him from a distance, he called "examination admission card" and glanced at the running student. After confirming that the admission ticket given by Itachi was correct, he pointed the way with great interest.

Fortunately, the other party is the rumored voice hero, even after a long distance, Itachi still heard the other party's friendly reminder clearly.

He stepped on the spot in front of a conference room, tidied himself up a bit and knocked on the door to enter.

"Very good, everyone is here." The white rat sitting on the main seat said, and nodded towards Itachi, "Please sit down as you like, Uchiha-san."

This is not a small meeting room, and at the front seat is the principal Nezu, who is the principal of Xiongying. At the center stand heroes who are well-known in the society in twos and threes.

On the opposite side of the main seat, desks and chairs are scattered in an arc shape, separated by a corridor for people to walk through, dividing the arc into two halves.

Sitting loosely on the seats were some teenagers, who looked like Itachi was taking part in the recommended admission test.

Itachi took a rough look, and saw that there were not too many people sitting in the conference room, about half a dozen people.But all of them were men in the past, either sitting low-key or arrogantly in their positions.

With just one glance, Itachi knows that the total number of people must be more than the one in front of him, and it is very likely that men and women are separated.

So in this exam, men and women will eventually come out on top—of course, it should be more than No.1, but it won't be too much.

He lowered his eyes and thought about finding a place to sit nearby. When the principal, who couldn't help but start talking, started the topic, he took out the backpack that Osamu Dazai had kindly supported, except for the admission ticket that had already been taken out. There are only a pen and a book of "One Hundred Questions for Heroes Over the Years" in the backpack.

Itachi was silent for a moment, and keenly heard what the principal said about the exam distribution before rubbing the thing.

"Extra written test, technical subjects and interview."

——Yes, thank you Dazai-kun for your helpfulness.

Itachi spread out the hundred questions of the hero that had been turned into a reel, and began to frantically browse the full text during the speech of the principal.

"Oh, it seems that some of our classmates can't wait." Nezu, who noticed someone flipping through the book from the monitor, blinked and said quite understandingly, "Then I announce that the written test will start immediately!"

***

After the principal gave an order, the candidates were led into a room.

There are a total of eight rows and six columns of seats in the room, just enough to fit the students in the previous small conference room.

The rather casual exam begins after the students are seated.

The test paper was handed out by the Eighteen Forbidden Heroes at Midnight. After seducting a group of adolescents on purpose or not, Midnight left. There was no teacher left in the classroom, not even a camera. See.

After getting the test paper, Itachi flipped through the paper first, and had to say that the [-]-question book given by an unnamed bandage geek was quite useful, and Itachi was sure of the whole test paper after just a few glances.

More than half of them have similar problem-solving methods or knowledge points in the one hundred questions.

——This makes people almost start to wonder if someone stole Xiongying's test questions.

Anyway, thanks to a certain friend, I took the test urgently, but with my original knowledge and the review materials provided by someone, I barely passed the written test.

After the test papers are handed in, a new hero teacher enters the door and guides the students in each row to go out.

That is to say, everyone who enters the door chooses their own seats, and also chooses their opponents to a certain extent.

Quite obviously, Itachi felt that the air was sticking together, and Xiongying shrunk down the originally quite large group of opponents, and placed them in front of every student who took the exam.

There were no people in Itachi's line that caught his attention, but when he left the classroom, the cold red-and-white-haired boy who also came out of the next classroom caught his attention.

He withdrew his attention before the other party noticed, and was attracted by the voice of "Oh, this is just right!" from another classroom.

Itachi and his party were taken to a certain training ground by the guide teacher. The training ground was full of rockery and other scenery, and a rugged road passed through it.

The teacher walking in front introduced to them that this is the location of their second exam, which is called "Skills", which is a test to test the use of personality.This test takes a three-kilometer marathon[1] as the carrier, requiring candidates to complete the marathon by breaking down obstacles on the road through the use of personality.

After explaining in two or two sentences, the teacher said that he didn't want to say more, leaning his hands on his chest against the wall, and let out a breath of relief after hearing a bell.

"Then I announce—" he raised his hand in a lack of energy, "the competition...ah no, the second exam begins!"

**

There was a knock on the door.

The white rat sitting on the boss's chair blinked and said "Come in" obediently.

"I thought you would get lost," Nezu said, pushing another cup of black tea in front of him, "Long time no see, Yamabagiri."

The blond-haired Fu Sangshen paused with his hand closing the door, and sat down in front of Nezu in silence.

"Oh, this expression," Mr. Xiongying's principal smiled, "Could it be that I hit it right?"

"Ahem." Yamabuchi tried to change the subject, "What I said before..."

"Well, don't be so serious," the cute little white mouse (what's wrong?) took out a remote control from the drawer and turned on the TV in the room with a "biu".

"Let's take a look at the monitoring," he said in a playful tone, "Itachi-kun is here too."

To a certain extent, Fu Sangshen, who was quite deceitful, twitched slightly, still maintaining his bottom line, "No, let's talk about business..."

"Oh, I remember Itachi-kun's personality is illusion," Nezu said lightly, "then this exam will be a little disadvantageous for him."

Fu Sangshen's eyes finally shifted and fixed on the TV on the side.

He pursed his lips and regained the dominance.

"Actually, I came here this time to talk to you about it," he tilted his face slightly, and the corner of his eyes stayed on the TV screen.

At this time, the boy standing on the starting line did not run as fast as his other competitors.He seemed rather dull for a moment, then held out his hands.

The young man's knuckles made gestures of unknown meaning, leaving an afterimage in the air at an extremely fast speed.

Then blue lightning flashed all over his body, and the moment his opponents rushed out, the young man clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the ground.

The blue electric light flooded out in the form of a spider web around his fist, quickly catching up with the opponents in front of him, and finally ruthlessly tripped the teenagers whose feet touched the ground.

"Wow."

The invigilator with a lack of interest sighed inexplicably.

In his pupils, there was a figure of a young man who was not affected by the electric light at all.

Like an arrow leaving the string, and like an eagle flapping its wings.

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Sasuke: My brother!used!mine!moves!

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