A Sword, Cut Over Konoha!

"Actually, my original intention was to incorporate him and Itachi into Kakashi's Anbu."

"pity……"

Inside the Naruto office, with a wry smile and sigh, Namikaze Minato looked at the documents that had been prepared.

"Has the kid not come out yet?"

Third Generation lit the smoke gun and said with regret on his face.

The kid naturally refers to Kakashi.

To be honest, he admired each other very much. If it were not his father's business, the child would eventually become Konoha's mainstay.

"Yes, the purpose of arranging him to go to Mitarashi's house before is to get him in touch with Ye Bajian and Itachi."

Looking at the photo with Obito, Kakashi, and Lin on the table, Minato's face was tangled.

There is no doubt that he trusts Kakashi extremely.

Even the job of being a bodyguard for his wife was handed over to the other party.

But it seems that he still didn't get out of that incident.

Maybe, when his child is born, he will change.

For the kind of people who blindly live in the grief of the past, the arrival of new life should make him feel warm.

"Let's observe first, after all, they are too young to join Anbu for them."

Third Generation shook his head.

Anbu and roots.

Konoha's two special departments were once in charge of Anbu.

The roots are managed by his old partner Shimura Danzō.

People at the root are cultivated from their urination, and they even obliterate their feelings. The technique is more cruel than Anbu.

The most obvious example is Yamato.

The Wood Style boy who was transferred from the root to Anbu by him.

But Anbu, all carefully selected elite ninjas, are fundamentally different from the roots.

After the death of Hatake Sakumo, the current roots changed a batch of fresh blood, directly under the orders of Namikaze Minato.

"After all, being able to graduate from a ninja school is somewhat different from being a truly outstanding ninja. It's okay to experience it in a temporary team."

"But do you really think it's not good to let Orochimaru take them to study first?"

Putting down the pipe, Third Generation asked suddenly.

Yes, he told Minato yesterday about this proposal.

But it was rejected by the other party.

Orochimaru, you dare to say.

I'm afraid it's a cerebral hemorrhage before I agree.

Helplessly glanced at the small locked drawer in front of the next chair.

It contains the most detailed report on the missing persons in the village.

He has read the file, and the chief culprit is Mr. Orochimaru!

Where can I send Uchiha Itachi and Ye Bajian, the best descendants of these two villages, to Orochimaru?

I can't figure it out for Third Generation.

Did he think Teacher Orochimaru was the cold-kun who loved the village before?

The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

Third Generation also understands that what he said is completely meaningless.

Orochimaru.

With a long sigh, the man's eyes appeared in Third Generation's mind.

What kind of look is that?

Full of ambition and viciousness.

After all, it's almost there.

...

"Jiansang, I hate war."

When coming out of the Hokage Building and heading to the training ground, Itachi suddenly said something like this.

Bajian glanced at Itachi's face.

When I heard this moment, the law lines on the boy's face were about to turn into tears!

The so-called tear ditch is a sign of tears flowing out and washing away.

People like him can cry openly only on rainy days in the future.

"You have been a little sentimental lately."

With a little finger and a pain in his forehead, Itachi closed his mouth unconsciously.

Has it started?

Your whole life of cranky.

Turning over Byakugan, Bajian grabbed Itachi by the collar and stared at him stubbornly.

"No matter what happens, please remember that you still have me by your side."

Huh.

After letting go of the ferret, the young man took a mouthful of Erguotou and stretched his waist. "Let's go, I'm not talking about Hokage. There are other members of the temporary team on the eighth training ground."

Naruto.

It seems that Jiansang never goes to call Lord Hokage.

After tidying up his clothes, Itachi walked forward behind Bajian.

The training ground No. 8 is similar to other Konoha training grounds. There is nothing particularly strange about it.

When the two came to the court, a few figures in front of them came into view.

A ten-year-old child with dark brown hair, with Konoha's Genin forehead protector on his head.

Next to him, there was a short-haired man with a pocky face.

Are they teammates in the future?

It doesn't seem to be so friendly.

"What, just two little ghosts."

The brunette holding his shoulders frowned, quite unhappy about being treated as a babysitter.

"Forget it, it's a C-level task after all. Two more people have more opportunities, and how can they be geniuses who can graduate early from the ninja school."

Mazi Nan played a round, but from the tone of voice, it seemed a bit yin and yang.

"Cut, two rubbish, how can it help? I really don't know what Hokage-sama thinks. If it wasn't for Qingfeng who was injured, he would have to recuperate in the hospital. Who would use them?"

The brunette said disdainfully, "Hey, listen to the two little ghosts. Tomorrow we will perform a C-level mission to escort an important person. When that happens, remember to hide behind us and don't be scared."

Huh! boom!

Knife light flashed.

The brown-haired boy who was still arrogant just now found out in horror that the big tree next to him had split into two.

"Whether it's a trash or a kid, I don't want to hear these words a second time."

With a grin, Bajian felt a little dull.

He didn't even have the qualifications to make him angry.

"Leaving Itachi, today's training has not been completed yet."

Seeing the back of the two leaving, Mazi Nan swallowed.

Oh my goodness.

What kind of monster is this.

Suddenly thinking of something, he hurriedly pulled his neck and shouted, "Hey, we will gather at the entrance of the village at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

Bajian, who was far away, didn't seem to hear anything, and he never turned his head.

Only the ferret next to him heard Jiansang's mouth muttering.

"No matter what kind of world, only strong strength is the most effective way to be affirmed."

"Only when you are strong can you protect what you want to protect."

"From beginning to end, I just want to use my strength to appreciate this beautiful Ninja World."

Jian Sang.

You deserve it!

Nodded deeply, Itachi's eyes were bright.

The Story of Jiansang has just begun.

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