Konoha Qiweiju

The evening breeze is bleak.

The words of Zhen Xiu were somewhat depressing, and even the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a bit.

Tobirama thought for a moment and nodded gently.

In fact, he also had this idea.

Moreover, he has finalized this idea and named it the Assassination Tactics Special Forces, or ANBU for short.

Tobirama just didn't expect that a young man like Zhen Xiu would have the same thoughts as him.

At this moment, Tobirama was even more convinced that true cultivation was not as simple as it seemed.

For a fifteen-year-old boy to have such foresight shows that he is a genius.

Tobirama began to feel lucky that he was here today.

"I understand, please continue."

"Third, medical ninja..."

"Medical Ninja?"

Before Shinshu could finish his words, he was interrupted again by Tobirama.

I saw him frowning with his thin silver eyebrows, very puzzled.

"What is a medical ninja? A ninja who does healing?"

The real cultivator was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he realized that there were no medical ninjas in this era.

The so-called medical ninja is actually a concept proposed by Tsunade in later generations.

But medical ninjutsu is not Tsunade's original creation.

Not to mention, Senju Hashirama possesses very powerful medical abilities.

Tobirama also has considerable research on medical ninjutsu.

"Yes, they are ninjas who specialize in medical treatment. Medical ninjas are in great need both in war times and in peace times. In war times, they can effectively improve the survival rate of the team, and in peace times, Konoha Hospital can be opened for treatment.

Wounded ninjas and civilians.

With medical ninjas, everyone's lifespan can be greatly improved. In war years, the average lifespan is less than thirty, but with medical ninjas in peacetimes, the average lifespan can become sixty, seventy or even ninety."

Tobirama frowned, thought for a moment and then said: "This requires a lot of resources."

"Brother Tobirama, this must be done sooner or later. Doing it early means an advantage. Think about it, a seriously injured jounin who is on the verge of death only needs the help of a medical ninja to survive, and it only takes a month or two to train.

Go back to the battlefield. And if this jounin dies, how many resources will be needed to train another one?"

Shinshu's words made Tobirama's heart move.

"You are right, this matter is indeed necessary."

Medical ninjas are the logistical support for all ninjas.

Shinshu proposed this concept at this time, also for the better development of Konoha.

Tobirama nodded and motioned for Zhenxiu to continue.

"As for the last category of ninjas, they are cooking ninjas."

Tobirama looked at Zhen Xiu with a hint of suspicion.

Cooking Ninja?

Listening to this name, Tobirama can understand what it means.

Medical ninja Tobirama can understand that it is indeed beneficial to the development of Konoha.

But what the hell is this cooking ninja?

"Sure cultivator, you so-called cooking ninja, are you like this?"

"Hey, Brother Tobirama is really smart. Yes, I am a cooking ninja!"

"Young cultivator, what you said before is quite good. Is this cooking ninja just to make up the numbers?"

"Brother Tobirama, how can you say this is just for making up numbers? Listen to me, this cooking ninja is very necessary to exist."

"Really? Come and listen."

"Look, my cooking is pretty good, right?"

Tobirama nodded.

"Can good cooking make a ninja happy? A happy mood can improve work efficiency, and the completion of this task will be higher. Furthermore, cooking a ninja can also carefully combine nutrients to allow the ninja to replenish energy in a timely manner, which is comparable to soldiers

Liangwan is much stronger."

Tobirama shook his head at this time.

"True cultivator, the existence of cooking ninja is a luxury for ninjas. This kind of enjoyment is impossible when there is no way to guarantee life. For ninjas, not starving is a blessing, and Bingliangwan is

Heaven, as for taste enjoyment, haha.”

Tobirama sneered.

A strong man like him who was born from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood actually disdained the so-called enjoyment.

This kind of thing can only be mentioned when there is peace.

The profession of ninja is to tie your head to your belt.

If you are in the village, there is no problem in enjoying it, but when you go out of the village and perform tasks, this kind of enjoyment is a reminder.

Tobirama would not allow a ninja with little use and little fighting ability to appear in the mission team.

This is also irresponsible to other ninjas.

Shinshu felt a little guilty after being told by Tobirama, but he still insisted on saying: "Brother Tobirama, you don't have to go on a mission to cook ninjas. You can be responsible for logistics in the village and so on."

"Then the boss of the restaurant can do it, so why spend resources specifically to train cooking ninjas?"

"But……"

Shinshu wanted to say something else, but Tobirama stood up directly.

"You true cultivator, unless you can prove to me the significance of the existence of cooking ninjas, I will not agree to this request."

When Zhen Xiu heard the words, he was speechless for a moment.

What’s the point of the existence of Cooking Ninja?

Can't think of it.

Unless this dish can bring a realistic increase to the ninja, otherwise, it does not seem to have much meaning.

Tobirama glanced at Shinshu meaningfully and said: "Shinshu kid, your ability is not simple. Just being a chef is a bit of a waste for you. You can think about it again. Becoming a ninja is not

A bad thing."

Shinshu shook his head and rejected Tobirama's kindness.

His dream is just to be a chef, and he can only be a chef.

That is the meaning of his existence.

If it weren't for this obsession, I'm afraid the food system wouldn't bind him.

Seeing Zhen Xiu's determination, Tobirama stopped trying to persuade him, just left a few words and left.

"Sure cultivator, since you admire cooking ninja so much, let me see its meaning and prove the meaning of your existence."

This sentence made Zhen Xiu fall into deep thought.

In this war-torn era, is it really willful to become a chef?

Zhenxiu has considered this issue before.

Because an old man once asked him a similar question.

That was his father, Uzumaki Uzumaki.

But now, this problem appears before Zhen Xiu again.

Should we strive for our dreams or bow to reality?

I am really confused.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when the sun rose again, the sunlight shone on Zhen Xiu's face.

The dappled sunlight reflects on Zhenxiu's red hair.

The confusion in the golden eyes gradually dissipated and their luster returned.

"In times of peace, we should fight for our dreams, and in times of war, we should do bloody things. But no matter what, I am a cooking ninja! Even in battles, I must use the cooking ninja method! I, Uzumaki Shinshu, will never give up

The dream of becoming the God of Cookery!”