Naruto training king

Jiraiya didn't have time to teach the two of them in person. During the next period of time, he had to be on call at all times, and most of his attention had to be on Uchiha.

So he took out a blank scroll and wrote down the training methods of Wind Escape and Vacuum Blade.

While he was writing on the scroll, Uzumaki Naruto raised a topic: "Why is the merit of a B-level mission not enough to redeem a ninjutsu?"

"It is said that it was possible before." Jiraiya said while writing.

"When Konoha Village was first established, the Second Hokage proposed the idea of ​​exchanging merit for ninjutsu. In order to enhance the strength of the village and promote civilian ninjas, at that time, merit from a B-level mission could be exchanged for a B-level ninjutsu. "

"But later, probably when I was still in school. Something happened in Konoha that had an extremely bad impact, which caused the Second Hokage to have to reduce the criteria for redeeming ninjutsu for meritorious service."

"What's going on?" Naruto's eyes lit up and he asked anxiously.

Jiraiya put down the pen in his hand and handed the written scroll to Naruto: "In pursuit of more powerful ninjutsu, a Konoha ninja maliciously killed ninjas from the same village on the battlefield and disguised him as an enemy ninja. Create feats that don’t exist.”

"ah?!"

Naruto's hand shook in surprise, and he almost missed the scroll handed over by Jiraiya.

Besides him, there was another person in this meatball shop who had the same reaction as Naruto. And this person was Uchiha Itachi, and all the red bean balls in his hand fell to the ground.

Unlike Itachi who had always focused on Jiraiya, Uchiha Izumi did not listen to the chatting content of Jiraiya and others.

Seeing Itachi's strange behavior, she leaned over and picked up the meatballs on the ground, and then asked with concern: "Itachi, what's wrong?"

Itachi shook his head and said calmly: "Nothing?"

He looked past Quan sitting in front of him and towards the outside of the meatball shop.

Use your own people to make contributions...

This sentence made Itachi vaguely think of something, but he couldn't say anything specific. It was like an answer shrouded in fog, and he needed time to think about it.

The next day, Ninja School, playground.

After completing the tasks assigned by Iruka, the students dispersed.

And Hinata Kiyomi, a scumbag, ruthlessly abandoned Uchiha Sasuke and took Naruto aside to practice Wind Release and Vacuum Blade.

The first step in practice is to feel the nature of wind escape chakra, which is cutting and tearing.

So the two of them picked off a leaf, held it in their hands, and released chakra to cut the leaf according to the method on the scroll.

On the lawn not far away, Hinata Hinata's sad face caught Kurama Yakumo's attention.

She put down the paint board in her hand and asked, "Hinata, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Hinata sighed slightly: "It will be Qingmi's birthday in two weeks, and I haven't thought of a suitable gift yet."

Qingmi’s birthday?

Yakumo extracted the key words, then shook his head and suppressed other thoughts in his heart: "Isn't the most important thing about gifts is the intention? As the saying goes, etiquette is less important than affection."

Hinata's eyes flashed brightly, and her tone was very serious: "The best gift I want to give him is my heart."

After saying that, she buried her head with some distress: "Obviously the last time you gave him a painting, I said that I would also give him a gift. But after so long, I still haven't thought of what to give him. …”

When Hinata talked about painting, Yakumo's whole body froze, but Hinata, who was preoccupied with something else, didn't notice Yakumo's unnatural expression.

At this moment, Hinata's eyes fell on Yakumo's drawing board and murmured: "Should I also give him a painting?"

Hearing this, Yakumo quickly smiled, his eager look as if he was hiding something.

"Then I can teach you! Paintings drawn by one's own hands can best reflect a person's feelings."

Hinata nodded slightly and agreed: "What you said makes sense. Gifts made by hand are indeed better."

"But...the question comes again, what kind of painting should I draw and give to him?"

"How about painting a scene from the New Year's Festival?" Yakumo suggested.

However, Hinata was not satisfied: "I want it to be more unique."

Yakumo thought for a while and then said, "How about landscape painting?"

Hinata still chose to shake her head: "You have already given away the landscape painting."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yakumo's hand shook, and the brush also shook, and a drop of paint fell on the white drawing board, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Huh?" Hinata frowned slightly, "The white paper is stained with paint, can it still be used?"

Yakumo shook his head: "It doesn't matter, just cover it with other colors."

"Oh, is this okay?" Hinata didn't know how to draw and thought the white paper was no longer usable.

Seeing Hinata lost in thought again, Yakumo patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Only then did she realize that the hand holding the paintbrush was soaked with sweat.

Obviously Hinata hasn't confessed to Kiyomi yet, but Yakumo feels like a third party.

But...this feeling of being in front of his original wife, always on tenterhooks, but yet dodging a disaster, actually made Yakumo feel a little unstoppable.

Kinda...want to do it again.

When such a thought appeared in her heart, Yakumo was immediately shocked by herself.

At this moment, Hinata's voice reached her ears, pulling her out of all kinds of random thoughts.

"I'd better not send the painting away. What do you think?"

Yakumo paused for a moment, then quickly organized his words and said, "If you don't want to send paintings, how about sending flowers?"

Hinata refused: "The flowers wither too quickly. It is suitable as a companion gift, but it is definitely not enough as the main gift."

When some people buy something for themselves, what they focus on is just one that can be used. But when it is your turn to give it away, you will feel that this is not good and that is not enough.

In this process of choosing and choosing, the ones who suffer the most are often the friends who accompany them to choose gifts.

But fortunately, for some special reasons, Yakumo is extremely tolerant of Hinata: "Then choose something that won't wither, such as a viewing box?"

"Viewing box? That's good." Hinata nodded slightly, "But it's still the same question as before, what content should I fill in?"

"Besides, I have never made anything like this before, and I don't know if what I did is good or if Qingmi will like it."

Yakumo tapped the drawing board with his paintbrush and continued: "The viewing box is actually just like painting. You must first determine a theme."

"For example, before creating a painting, you have to decide whether it is a figure painting or a landscape painting. For the viewing box, you have to decide whether to focus on landscapes or village scenery."

Hinata nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Is there any other choice?"

Yakumo switched to holding the brush in his left hand and held his chin with his right hand. After thinking for a moment, he continued:

"Well... there is another kind of viewing box whose theme is story. The most memorable aspect of a certain story or memory is built out of the viewing box."

"Take the New Year's Festival you attended together this year as an example. You can choose the scene when watching the fireworks at Hokage Rock, or the scene when you go shopping alone."

"I understand, but..." Hinata turned her head to look at Yakumo.

"I didn't know Yakumo at that time, right? How come you know so much about our experience at the New Year Festival?"

Hinata just asked casually, but Yakumo's heart suddenly lifted. She laughed dryly and explained, "It's all what Ino told me."

"Oh." Hinata opened her mouth.

The viewing box is indeed a good gift, but Hinata always feels that it is still not good enough.

She wanted to give Qingmi the best and unique gift, but the best...how good would it have to be?

Hinata couldn't figure it out for a while, so she decided to ask a few more people to synthesize everyone's opinions.

Thinking of this, she stood up and gently patted the grass clippings on her butt. At the same time, he glanced around the playground and found Nara Shikamaru lying in the corner and lazing around.

Shikamaru has a good brain, so it would be better to ask him first.

Hinata then took steps towards Nara Shikamaru.

When Yakumo saw Hinata walking away, she could no longer pretend.

"Hu~hu~"

She took a few quick breaths and raised her right hand to cover her chest, her rapid heartbeat reminding her of what she had just experienced.

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from Yakumo's ears, causing his heart that was still beating rapidly to suddenly stop for a moment.

"Yakumo, you look so ugly. Are you sick?"

Hinata Hinata took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Yakumo's forehead.

She was thinking too seriously just now, and only realized after taking two steps out that she forgot to say goodbye to Kurama Yakumo.

It was clear that Yakumo helped her make suggestions and made so many suggestions, but he turned around and left. Just like a scumbag who picks up his pants and leaves after he's done.

As a result, as soon as Hinata turned around and was about to apologize to Yakumo, she saw her sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, and her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"without."

Yakumo quickly shook his head, unbuttoned his coat, and fanned himself with his hands.

Pretending to be very hot, he showed a forced smile: "I didn't expect the weather to warm up so quickly. I'm still wearing some thick clothes."

"After all, as you know, I'm not in good health. This time last year I should have been wrapped in at least three layers of clothing."

"I didn't expect that I'm already so hot and sweating after only wearing two pieces of clothing."

Hinata nodded slightly and said suspiciously, "Is that so?"

The Fire Country has always had four distinct seasons, and now half of spring has passed, summer is approaching, and the temperature has indeed begun to rise.

But even if the temperature rises, it won't be so hot. She was also wearing two pieces of clothing and didn't feel very hot.

At this moment, Kurama Yakumo's brain was working rapidly and he explained: "My clothes are thicker. After all, they were bought before. I haven't bought many new clothes since I got better."

"Oh~"