Konoha’s Thief Hand

The next day after eating Xia Shu's special hot pot, he carried the Lanying Knife and went to the training ground to practice the basics of swordsmanship, but Maru Xing Furusuke never showed up all day.

Xia Shu had anticipated this. After all, he knew the degree of spiciness just right. Except for the one who was used to it, most of the others would eat spicy and refreshing and then sour and refreshing, and then either still thinking about it or never daring to taste it again. .

The Master is using such a method of making delicious food. If he is not a ninja, he can make a lot of money if he goes to a hot pot restaurant. Unfortunately, he doesn't want to do this, but he holds the sands but let him flow down from his fingers.

The setting sun tilted to the end, and the mountains in the distance were plated with a layer of gold. Xia Shu took the sword with a sense of ritual, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

This seems unnecessary, but in fact... it is indeed unnecessary. It is just that if you practice basics, there should be a beginning and an end, that is, "starting" is the beginning and "recovering the sword" is the end, so instructive. The words of the predecessors should not be violated.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Xia Shu walked to the side of the training ground, put the Genin knife to grab the water glass, and took a big sip.

"Huh!" He took a long breath, picked up the empty lunch box and water cup with Shinobu knife, and immediately planned to go home.

As before, before the basic swordsmanship practice, he exhausted Chakra. Of course, he was tired and hungry at the moment, and he just wanted to hurry up with a special spicy hot pot to cushion his belly.

Such a wonderful taste, I am afraid that only I can taste it.

He felt regret and joy in his heart, and his feet became as anxious as the wind. Perhaps this is the joy of eating alone!

Just as he was about to see the outline of the courtyard named Jiajia, a tired but passionate voice faintly came from a distance. He could not help but stop and look sideways, only to see a green back disappearing into his vision.

"That's... Might Dai?" He raised his eyebrows, his stomach gurgled again, interrupted his thoughts, couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, retracted his gaze and continued to walk home, "It seems that this is his cultivation route. Wherever you pass, you will have to face mask in the future. Now, I’m going to fill my stomach!"

...

The rising sun gradually rose to the sky, shining on the remote training ground.

In the middle of the field, the delicate young man stood with a sword in a standard posture, with his back straight, his arms drooping naturally, the Ninja sword in his palm was tilted upwards, and the tip of the sword pointed towards the sky.

Maruxing Kosuke, who came from a corner of the distance, saw this, with a satisfied smile on his face. He stepped on the outside of the training ground, stood and watched for a while, feeling more and more good.

"The basics of swordsmanship are not limited to holding the sword, and then practice the pace." When the young man took his sword and took a step, he said in a warm voice at the right time.

"Master." Xia Shu had noticed the arrival of Maruxei Kosuke before, but only saw Might Dai yesterday, which made him perform basic training of swordsmanship and standing posture, and did a simple self-discipline of grouping, and the time limit was not up. .

After saying hello, he immediately wondered: "Step? After holding the sword and standing, shouldn't it be a sword swing next?"

"Oh? Why do you think so?" Maruxing Furusuke did not directly veto, but asked in a guided rhetoric.

Xia Shu realized this after a little thought, and then understood why the next step was to practice instead of swinging a knife.

Well, if it is to find the reasons, then there are too many. The simplest and most direct of them is the notion that "no matter how powerful the knife is, it will be wasted if you can't cut people."

Seeing the young man's brows opened, Maruhoshi Kosuke was relieved and felt a little disappointed. He had never served as a teacher before, but it was the first time he experienced the joy of a gardener who imparted knowledge to his younger generation and witnessed his growth.

"Well, it seems that you already understand." He smiled and nodded, and then said: "The pace is not difficult, you can master the Master easily, and then it is time to practice the sword swing as you said, just with the pace. Keep going."

"Yes, Master." Xia Shu replied respectfully.

"Haha! Come over and eat, I packed the ramen." Maruxoshi Kosuke said with a smile, lifting the ramen he was holding and shaking it slightly.

Hearing the word "ramen", Natsuki couldn't help but think of Yile, but it is a pity that Maruhoshi Kosuke brought not the hand-made Yile ramen.

"Yile is full of troubles." Maruxing Furusuke shook his head helplessly as if he could read his mind: "That magazine is highly respected in the industry, so I am afraid that Hei Yu will not be able to honor the treaty in the past few days."

"He can't escape!" Xia Shu snorted coldly, pretending to be angry.

Even if it is a cruel profession like a ninja, the young and old must have a degree. Appropriate disguise can alleviate the doubts of others, and then gradually become familiar with and accept it.

After resting for a while after the meal, Xia Shu sat on the pile target, extracting and recovering Chakra from the food energy that had just been replenished. This was not a rapid process.

Maruxoshi Kosuke waited quietly, maybe a little bored after a while, walked to the side of the bleak tree in the training ground, picked up a wooden stick, and waved it a few times.

Click!

The wooden stick made a cracking sound, and the upper part flew out directly.

In response, Furuhoshi Furusuke shook his head, then straightened up his waist and raised his head, his squinted eyes opened a gap slightly, and a trace of an eagle and falcon quickly drew across the blue sky in his sight like a black line.

In the next moment, he grabbed a branch of the tree that was still glowing blue and tore it off with a click.

The chaotic branches were broken and thrown away, and he swung like a sword again.

Whoosh! ~ Whoosh! ~

The still resilient tree branches cut across the air, making a slight but obvious sound.

At this time, Maru Hoshi Kosuke nodded slightly, and felt satisfied.

Xia Shu opened his eyes and saw Maruxoshi Kosuke holding the branch, and instantly "foreseeed" the future. That branch of the cliff was prepared for him!

Maruxoshi Kosuke smiled "kindly", and the branch disappeared into Natsuki's line of sight with his back hand, but this didn't make him feel at ease.

"Are you ready?" Maruxoshi Kosuke asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Xia Shu nodded.

"That's good." Maruxoshi Kosuke smiled even more, nodded and suddenly raised his arm to make a "please" gesture, "If that's the case, let's take two steps."

"Master..." Xia Shu hesitated to speak, and finally sighed. He knew that he was probably being smoked, but learning his skills would always have to pay a price, right?

As he was about to step on his feet, Maruxoshi Kosuke suddenly stopped and said, "Pull out the sword, hold it in a standard posture, and then go. This is also considered as laying the foundation for the practice of swinging the sword."

"Yes, Master." Xia Shu had to obey, saying that holding the knife and being flicked, could he also hone his mind?

This was purely random thinking, after all, he didn't have the need to swing a knife at Maruxing Furusuke anyway.

Snapped!

At this moment, the left calf suddenly suffered a severe twitch, and the strength was so exquisite that Xia Shu suddenly fell to the ground!

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