Naruto's Eyes Emperor Izuna

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The eighth training ground is located on the riverside outside Konoha Village.

There was a sound of palms hitting the wind.

I saw a child about five or six years old, using her petite body to continuously attack a man in his late thirties with soft fists and claps.

The man blocked all the little girl's attacks with just one hand, or just one finger.

"Hey!"

The girl let out a low cry, clapped her palm again, aimed at the right moment, and thick chakra surged out from the tips of her ten fingers, forming a round ball at the moment of extremely rapid rotation.

"Back to the days!!!"

Although it is very small and still in its embryonic state, it is indeed the secret skill of the Hyuga clan - Kaiten!

Wow!

The man's sleeves were torn and he suddenly took two steps back.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

After all, she was just a five- or six-year-old girl. After returning to heaven, her breathing obviously started to become rapid.

He reluctantly raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. The man smiled slightly and turned into a streak of white smoke.

"Oh? You were able to hurt my shadow clone. You did a great job, Hinata."

The little girl pursed her lips and said, "Teacher Izuna is the one, just let me go, right?"

Izuna smiled slightly and gently pressed her hand on Hinata's head to help her expel the fatigue from her body.

"The past six months of training seems to have at least cured your blushing syndrome."

Quan Nai smiled with a hint of relief.

Hearing what Izuna said, Hinata couldn't help but blush again.

"The entrance exam for the ninja school is coming soon, right?"

Quan Na asked again.

"Um,"

Hinata nodded resolutely and subconsciously clenched her fists, "I will not let Mr. Izuna down."

"I trust you,"

Izuna's smile faded and she added, "Also, Hinata, you don't have to come next month."

"Um?"

"I'm leaving and won't be back for a while."

"How, how could..."

Hinata's childish face looked stunned, as if the end of the world had come.

"It's not that we can't meet, it's mainly because I have something to do."

When Hinata heard this, her frustrated little face showed a hint of expectation, "Then, will the teacher come back in the future?"

"I don't know, but I know that one day, we will meet again."

He rubbed Hinata's little head again. Over the past six months, it has almost become a habit for Izuna.

Hinata tilted her head, expressing confusion, but her kindness and kindness prevented her from crying and shouting to persuade her like ordinary children. Instead, she obediently remembered every instruction Izuna left in her heart.

"Also, don't tell anyone about the ninjutsu I taught you, whether it's your parents, family, or your friends, okay?"

Izuna knelt down and said to Hinata.

"Although I really want my father to thank the teacher, if the teacher wishes it, I will not go against it."

Hinata said with a rare serious expression on her little face.

"Won't you violate what I hope for? This sentence makes me very happy, Hinata."

"Eh? Hey——"

Hinata, who had not fully understood this sentence, began to feel embarrassed again.

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The Country of Wind, Sand Hidden Village.

There was a red-haired child about the same age as Hinata Naruto and the others, with a prominent word "love" on his forehead.

At this time, he had a worried look on his face, holding the wound medicine in a paper bag, and knocked on the door of a private house.

What's even more peculiar is that his eyes have extremely obvious and thick dark circles.

Dong dong dong——

A few seconds later, the person who opened the door was a boy about his age, with plaster on his face and a bandage.

When he saw the boy, the boy in the room showed deep disgust on his face.

"Today, I'm sorry for today's practice...this, this is medicine for injuries."

The red-haired boy tried his best to show a friendly smile, but it was still unnatural, and then handed over the paper bag in his hand.

"Hmph! Monster!"

The boy inside the room made a cold sound and closed the door with a bang.

An ordinary child would have been caught off guard and his hands would have turned red from the sudden closing of the door.

But the red-haired boy was not hurt.

Because before the door hit his hand, a layer of sand protected the skin on the back of his hand, blocking the door.

Yes, he had no control over the sand.

Today during the ninja school battle training, he once again failed to control the power of the sand, causing them to hurt the classmate he was fighting against.

The red-haired boy looked gloomy as he walked through the deserted streets of Sunagakure Village.

When he saw a figure standing in front of him, he was startled subconsciously, looked towards the other person, and after a moment of silence, he spoke softly, "Father..."

The middle-aged man with the same red hair is this boy's father, the Fourth Kazekage Rasa!

After saying hello to his emotionless father, the red-haired boy still wandered aimlessly on the deserted streets of the village.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep at all because of the monster inside him.

"Children, please go home quickly and don't wander around in the middle of the night."

Just as the time had entered the early hours of the morning, and the red-haired boy was still wandering around the streets of Sunagakure Village, a voice stopped him.

The red-haired boy was shocked for the same reason. This was the first time someone had taken the initiative to talk to him since he had grown so big.

Even his two older brothers and sisters are like this.

Because I was afraid of myself, I didn't say a word to myself at all.

The red-haired boy looked up and saw a black-haired man whom he had no recollection of, it was Izuna!

"Are you lost? Kid, who are your parents? Do you want me to take you home?"

Quan Nai asked with a smile on her lips.

Imp?

This was not a very polite name, but to the red-haired boy, it sounded extra friendly.

Because it was the first time he heard such casual address and tone from other people's ears.

He didn't like the title "Gaara-sama" at all.

"My father...is the Yondaime Kazekage."

The red-haired boy spoke slowly.

He thinks that this person may not know him. As long as he knows his identity, he will immediately turn around and run away in fear, right?

"Oh? Then you are the rumored 'monster'?"

The red-haired boy looked sad, but after listening carefully, he found that there was no fear in the other person's tone.

It was as if I had just heard a joke.

"Your name can't be called 'Monster', right? What's your own name?"

Quan Na asked again.

This time, the red-haired boy's expression was one of complete disbelief.

Ask for your name?

For the first time, someone asked me my name.

"What? Don't you have a name of your own? It can't really be called 'monster' or something like that, right?"

Izuna chuckled.

A few simple words made the red-haired boy burst into tears.

After twitching his nose a few times and swallowing his tears, the red-haired boy choked and said, "Gaara...my name is Gaara!"