Ninja World

Next is to apply for the ninja registration manual for Uchiha Tatsu and create files.

Because so far, Uchiha Tatsuya has not officially registered and created a book in the Konoha Hidden Ninja Archive.

He has always been following the special route, and from admission to graduation, he is different from others.

And his personnel information is at the root.

Ninja Level Number: 100912.

Name: Uchiha Tatsu.

Position: Shangren.

Affiliated department: Confidential.

"Hello."

Uchiha Tatsu had already changed into gray prison clothes and put on brand new clothes.

These were all collected from the warehouse by the office staff of the Naruto Building while they were preparing information for Uchiha Tatsu.

The size and number are suitable.

Because I still need to take photos later, I naturally cannot let Uchiha Tatsu come in a prison suit.

He was wearing a black outfit, and there was no place to lose his mind.

The brand new black ribbon forehead was tied, and the hair on the forehead was hanging on the smooth forehead, and the long black hair was evenly spread on the back.

Washed my face, clean, and my eyes were clear.

"The teacher cleaned up a lot more handsome than before."

The girl with dark purple hair looked up and down at Uchiha Tatsu.

However, Uchiha Tatsu didn't look at her, and looked down at the ninja registration manual in her hand.

He had seen Uchiha Haru before.

This is the first time he has this thing.

Ninja number 100912?

Uchiha Tatsuya frowned slightly, and he remembered that Haruka's number started with 009.

He raised his head and looked at the Zhongnin civil servant who was responsible for registration, and said with a slight dissatisfaction.

"I am in the same sequence as these little kids?"

He looked at Shimizu's ninja registration manual, ninja number 100894.

Uchiha Shimizu even had to be several numbers bigger than him.

“You are not a big kid either.”

The civilians said without raising their heads.

Although they are not of high rank, they always speak to anyone like this.

A boring work will be repeated over and over again, and anyone will feel impatient.

But because of Uchiha Tatsumi Nin's identity, a respectful word was added.

Uchiha Tatsuya was stunned for a moment.

Speak up for a moment.

This complex and cumbersome registration will naturally not be carried out in the Naruto office, and Naruto has other matters to deal with every day.

The civilian staff are responsible for leading them to the service window to complete the follow-up work.

The three little ghosts followed their future teacher, and were a little curious that Uchiha Tak had actually arrived at the Shangnin and had not registered his ninja identity.

Listening to their weird conversation, the boy with dark circles pulled the corner of his mouth, wanted to laugh, but finally he held back.

In the Country of Wind, the town called Nan became a nightmare for countless people. In the Country of Stone, Uchiha Tatsu, who killed countless people along the way in the Country of Rain, actually suffered a bad defeat at a service window.

Fortunately, although the boy is not a person with a broad mind, he will not be quarrel about this trivial matter.

I just felt a little unhappy, and for no reason, I was smaller than Kakashi's ninja number.

Finally, he wiped his face and stood in front of the camera.

On the rooftop of the Naruto Building.

The bright sunshine passed through the thin clouds in the sky and fell on Uchiha Tatsuya in a scattered manner.

The breeze that came from somewhere circled over the Konoha, lifting up the young man's forehead and fluttering slightly.

The eyes were clear, and there was no smile on the corner of the mouth.

Instead, he slid slightly.

On the rooftop of the Naruto Building, three little ghosts, one boy, and a gray-haired old photographer got into the curtain covering the old camera.

Asked loudly.

"Are you ready, young man?"

"Don't have a stern face!"

"Come and laugh."

The wind is filled with bleakness, which is the smell of autumn.

Uchiha Tatsu shook his head helplessly, and then smiled a little, like the bright sunshine that cleared away the clouds and mist. The haze between his eyebrows turned into soft light at this moment.

The light flashed, and then it flashed three times in a row.

Time recorded the brief moment of Uchiha Tatsuya.

The boy stood calmly under the Naruto Rock, leaning against three huge rock walls. Due to the angle, his fluttering hair and cheeks were faintly higher than the top of the Naruto Rock.

The sun is shining above my head.

He was wearing a green Shangnin uniform, black strong suit, and the cuffs were swirling with the marks of the vortex family.

In fact, Uchiha Tatsuya should wear clothes with clan emblems, but the handling was in a hurry. There were no Uchiha's clothes for him, only clothes with the whirlpool mark of regular ninjas.

A calm smile was on her pretty cheeks.

The dark eyes were quietly staring at the person looking at the photo.

It was as if he really crossed the camera and film and looked at the person in front of him.

"Let's pick it after rinsing."

“Pick one of the best ones.”

The old man with gray hair came out from under the curtain, with a hearty smile on his face.

It seemed very happy and witnessed Konoha's new birth of a young Shangnin.

When he was young, he spent all his savings and bought a camera that looked useless and was regarded as a soul-catching curse.

The elderly in the village scolded him not to do useless things.

But he laughed at these ignorant villagers for not understanding the development of the times.

Later, a larger village was established above the village, which was puzzled, but now I know how lucky it is.

From that day on, he and his old-fashioned cameras recorded the smiling faces of every ninja in every generation.

There are smiles, calmness, giggles, and funny things.

Every child who graduated from Ninja School will come to him to record it.

Then I came here a few years later to change the photos.

Change to Zhongnin.

Some others never come.

"Thank you, my uncle."

Respect the working people in this era who are the most ordinary and simple but persistent in their lives.

Uchiha Tatsugu curled the smile on his face, as if it had never happened before.

The three little ghosts, except Shishui, did not laugh.

He didn't know the names of the other two, but they should be very familiar with them in this way, just like... they used to be like Qing.

It's so big that they are together.

She smiled like two fools.

"You little devil, you have a good face, but I don't know why you don't like to laugh so much."

The old photographer put away the triangle bracket and pressed it on his shoulders, and put the huge heavy rope old camera into the wooden box.

Holding it in one hand.

Still a bit chattering.

"I'm used to it."

Uchiha Tatsu was slightly stunned when he heard the old photographer say this.

These days... I really don't laugh much.

I feel depressed. Thinking about the fact that I look for Fujitsu traces in the Kingdom of Rain, I seem to have my cheeks tense every day.

There were several times when Konan Yahiko obviously wanted to talk to him, but hesitated for a moment and didn't come over.

Qing... is also silently tolerating herself.

Uchiha Tarantula lowered his head. It was not until this time that he realized that he seemed to have ignored the feelings of the people around him because of Fugaku's affairs.

"Since things are already in a foregone conclusion, it's time to go out."

"Thank you for your reminder."

Uchiha Tatsu helped the old photographer lift up the heavy tripod, then smiled and said.

"I hope you can ask you one more thing."

"I hope I can wash one more photo at that time, and I want to keep a souvenir."