I sell God's Eyes in Naruto

Two kilometers from the gate of Konoha Village, by the river, at a ramen restaurant, the owner is greeting two strangely dressed people.

In this hot summer, they wore red cloud robes on a black background and wrapped themselves tightly.

The shop owner glanced at one of them, and saw that the man's pupils were like beasts, his face was like a shark, and his teeth were pointed and he looked at the man.

Such a face is not easy to mess with at first glance, and with this strange attire, the boss is even more apprehensive in his heart.

Hurriedly made two bowls of noodles and served them, and the shop owner only hoped that these two people would leave quickly after eating the noodles.

But on his face, he naturally greeted with a smile on his face.

"Two bowls of tonkotsu ramen! Please use it slowly. The

two pulled the zipper of their robes downward, revealing their full faces. They are none other than ferrets and ghost mackerels.

The oni took a sip of soup, tasted the ramen, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Weasel! Our inquiry into the news of the Nine Tails this time can be regarded as obtaining some useful information.

That little devil named Naruto is so weak, why not just grab him and bring him back to the base?

It shouldn't be difficult to quietly kidnap him with your kaleidoscopic writing wheel eyes, right?

Itachi leisurely ate the ramen, took a sip of soup and replied unhurriedly.

"Now that the leader's plan has not yet begun to be implemented, at this time, attacking the Nine-Tails Pillar Force will only cause the alarm of other countries!

Let's just collect intelligence on the Nine Tails according to the instructions, there is no need to do anything extra!" The

oni took a large bite of ramen and sneered as he chewed it.

Swallowing the ramen into his stomach, he turned his head to look at the side face of Itachi, and his tone was somewhat meaningful.

"No need to do anything extraneous? Then you returned to the Uchiha clan land during the mission, didn't you go to see your brother? When

the ferret heard this, he turned his head and looked at the ghost mackerel with cold eyes, and the killing intent under his eyes was pervasive.

"First of all, this is my private matter.

Secondly, I just went to see how far my brother had grown.

I've been looking forward to him growing up soon! Then take his eyes! The

ghost mackerel looked at the weasel without flinching, not caring about the murderous aura emitted by the weasel.

"Seeing that you are in a state full of killing intent now, is it your brother's growth rate that makes you dissatisfied?"

Itachi stopped looking at the oni mackerel and turned his head to look at the ramen bowl.

In the eyes reflected in the soup, there was no killing intent, leaving only a trace of worry.

"Hmph! My useless brother is no longer in the village.

Perhaps, he was afraid of being killed by me and fled the village and hid like a rat! The

corners of the oni mackerel's mouth hooked, and he didn't know if he believed Itachi's words, so he lowered his head and picked up the ramen and ate it, and said vaguely.

"Oh! I won't inquire much about your private affairs, just complete the task smoothly. After

the two finished eating noodles, paid for it, got up, and went back to the base. However, as soon as they turned around, they met Kai's group.

Kai has been a Shinobu for a long time, and when he sees Konoha's forehead guard, which has been slashed in the forehead, he knows that he is a Konoha rebel.

Standing sideways in front of everyone on guard, he quickly glanced at the two, and reminded everyone behind him with a serious expression.

"Be careful! They are enemies!

According to the photos on the bounty order, one of them is Uchiha Itachi, the mastermind of the Uchiha extermination massacre.

The other is the rebel persimmon ghost mackerel of the Wuyin Village.

They are all S-class rebels! Everyone, be careful! Looking

at the four people on guard, as well as Cheng Baifeng, who was leisurely watching the play, the ghost mackerel carried the big knife on his shoulder, and did not care about the identity of the two.