rock ninja log

There are specialties in the industry, and one person cannot do everything, so teamwork is very important, and good cooperation is even more important.

Uehara thought he had extraordinary drawing skills, but the neat design drawings he drew were collectively despised by a group of Fengga's elders. The reason was that he didn't know how to design ninja tools at all, so how could he make a fully enclosed armor?

How to solve the problem of breathing in this way?

The "genius"'s idea was ignored, and Uehara was so angry that he was embarrassed to say how advanced and scientific his design was. The reason why the armor looks "ugly" is because the whole body was designed to be streamlined by Uehara.

This is to facilitate flying at high altitudes. The streamlined shape is a bit like a water drop, and is somewhat bloated.

Beauty gave way to practicality, and the handsome armor that Han expected was completely gone.

The reason why the functions of armor are complicated is because Uehara requires too many functions. There are three combat forms alone, not to mention the auxiliary system, speed type, power form, defense form and several different functions. There are three types of sea, land and air.

If the design of the combat mecha is truly successful, Han's combat effectiveness will definitely be greatly improved compared to having to rely on majestic steam to glide at low altitudes.

It's just that excessive requirements have brought difficulty in implementation. Just the design of an underwater combat mode has made the ninjas of the Fuma clan rack their brains. To fight underwater, the armor must have good water-proof performance, and it must be equipped with the ability to

A device that converts steam into power, how to have good vision underwater through a sealed armor, Uehara also asked for an oxygen supply device, as well as underwater weapons, a big killer like a whaling gun... The age where he finally couldn't bear it anymore

The boss, who was said to be Feng Ga's grandfather, pointed at Uehara's nose and cursed, roughly meaning - come on, come on, I'll give you the hammer, come on!

Despite being scolded, the armor design plan was not delayed, and more and more manpower was added. Now there is a huge team of nearly fifty people working together, and many of Uehara's suggestions were well listened to.

Being called around to drink, pour tea, sweep the floor, and move things around, Uehara enjoys it and is able to learn openly and openly. Where can I find this kind of thing?

One time, Uehara was holding a magnifying glass to carefully observe the threads on a millimeter-level screw, and admired it while looking at it.

"Kid." Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?" The small screwdriver fell to the ground in a flash, and he didn't know where the bullet was. He couldn't find it anymore. Uehara looked at the person who came and was confused, "What's the matter?"

"As for the idea of ​​adding weapons to the armor, don't you think the whaler gun is too small?"

"Small... is it small?" Uehara was a little stunned. Even a whale weighing dozens of tons is a deadly weapon. If used against ordinary people, it would cause injury or death...

"It's not small. Even compared to the size of the tailed beast, it's enough." Uehara shook his head repeatedly, "And I think it's a bit too big. How can you install such a large weapon on the armor..."

"Why should it be installed on the armor? Our idea is to seal the art, or place a ninjutsu scroll in the weapon compartment of the armor."

The guys from the Fuma clan left, leaving Uehara alone in the wind. He slapped his head hard. Only a fool would have to carry a whale harpoon weighing hundreds of kilograms and run around with the sealing technique. Inertial thinking is harmful.

Damn it, guys with a background in science and engineering always like to think about everything in terms of mathematics, physics, chemistry and mechanics...

…

"Hmm." At the summary meeting held every three days, Uehara, who was sitting second to last, had the opportunity to make a speech for the first time. Feng Ga was even worse, sitting in the last seat.

"Everyone's progress is very fast, but there are still many problems," he pointed at the dense schedule on the blackboard with a long pointer. Completed projects were marked with ticks, unfinished items were blank, and items that had been passed were marked with crosses.

Now it seems that there are very few that have been ticked. "My opinion is the same as everyone else's. Since time is limited, let's pass unnecessary functions..."

"I think we can suspend the design of long-range weapons and equipment." A bespectacled ninja from the Fuma clan adjusted his glasses and looked at the report in his hand. "The purpose of the armor is mainly to cooperate with the Five-Tails' ability to fight.

Han is a taijutsu ninja, and long-range combat is not his strength."

"Seconded."

"My opinion is the same."

"In that case, my short-range weapons can also be cancelled. Damn it, why does the armor have the function of transforming..."

…

One guy started, and more guys joined the discussion, "Stop!" and made a silent gesture with their hands, but a group of adults didn't pay much attention to Uehara, who was still a child.

"Stop!" I used a louder voice, but it couldn't be too loud. They were all Feng Jia's elders, so it was inappropriate to yell. Finally, someone noticed Uehara, who was standing next to him with his hands on his hips and was angry, and then he touched

I touched the people around me, and after another two minutes, the roaring sound finally fell silent.

"You can raise your hand to speak next time." Uehara took out his ear with his hand. He was helpless. He was hit by the detonator at close range. The hearing in his left ear became worse and worse. He also had trouble listening to others when he turned his ear to the side.

The more, this is an irreversible trauma left by the battle, which has damaged the auditory nerve, and even Toba's medical ninjutsu can't do anything about it. There may be medical ninjutsu that can solve Uehara's problem, but even if there is, it must be because of advanced medical technology.

Ye Ninja Village, not Iwagakure where medical resources are scarce.

Standing on the podium and looking at the elites of the Fuma Clan, these guys can be regarded as talents if they can hand-forge iron blocks into screws with an error of less than 0.1 mm.

"When doing design work, what should I do if my own ideas conflict with the needs of the demander?" After saying this, Uehara picked up the tea cup and drank tea. If nothing else, this group of technical geeks would start to quarrel again.

To Uehara's surprise, he waited and watched others quarreling while he watched the show. However, the scene became strangely quiet. Let alone the quarrel, there was no one talking.

After waiting for another minute, no one spoke, and the atmosphere had already turned awkward...

"Why don't you talk?" Uehara said, breaking the silence.

"When we originally designed Han's armor," a very old, gray-haired ninja still remembered what Uehara said. He raised his hands high and spoke like a primary school student. Uehara almost stopped laughing when he saw it, "Han was ten years old.

When I was selected as a Jinchuuriki, I designed the first set of armor. It seems that Han didn't have any opinions at that time... The first set of armor was the prototype and has been used to this day."

"Okay, you can put your hands down." Uehara lowered his voice. He and Han were old friends. As an old man who watched Han grow up, he should have enough respect.

"Being a Jinchuuriki is not a pleasant thing, so, let alone a pair of armor, even if I give Teacher Han a pair of beggar uniforms, he will put them on without hesitation, because being treated as a "tool" does not matter whether it is suitable or not.

Important." Uehara lowered his voice, "Teacher Han doesn't like to use his right hand, he doesn't use his right hand to eat, he doesn't use his right hand to fight, and he insists on using his left hand even when shaking hands with others. Why?" Uehara's voice suddenly rose again.

The crowd was buzzing again.

"What I just found out recently is that it wasn't something wrong with his right hand, but something else. During the fourth tailed beast uprising, he accidentally killed his... well, let's call it his girlfriend.

Then he no longer refused to pick up the weapon with his right hand. People always have difficulties, especially ninjas." Suddenly he forgot the words, Uehara scratched his head, "For a taijutsu ninja, what does it mean to lose a hand?

You don’t need me to say it, right?”

"So," Uehara picked up the chalk and drew a sketch on the blackboard, "this." He knocked on the blackboard, "I have dismantled the rain ninja's umbrella, and the Senbon launcher inside is very simple and ingenious.

Simplicity means a higher fault tolerance rate. We can make a launcher on the armor, which only requires a little chakra to activate..."

…

The meeting went in the direction Uehara wanted. It was a familiar atmosphere, just like when I participated in the product development project requirements review during my previous internship.

The highly developed modern commodity society has a matching efficient and high-quality work model. In Uehara's opinion, there are many more ninjas than the noisy Fuuma clan.

"Article 43," he knocked on the blackboard, and Uehara stood on the podium in a dignified manner, writing board after board, "Which senior proposed the revision of Article 43?"

No one answered.

"Didn't I make it clear?" After waiting for about twenty seconds, no one answered, "Then let me say it again, Article 43, the content of the amendments to this article is to modify the style of the armor to be different from the traditional one.

Warrior armor, so that all the weight will not be placed on the shoulders and interfere with the battle. The alternative is..."

"Oh, why are you so familiar? It turns out I was the one who mentioned this." Uehara suddenly stopped and touched his head in embarrassment.

"Hahahaha..." There was a burst of laughter, and Uehara had no choice but to giggle along with him.

"My opinion is to create a kind of armor that is highly consistent with the shape of the body. The weight of the armor is shared by all parts of the body." Unable to think of how to explain it, Uehara slapped his head and said, "Forget it, I'll draw it."

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"Regarding Article 61," a ninja from the Fuma clan raised his hand and spoke, "I think it is very difficult to give the armor the ability to fly. After all, we have never done this before. And, is it necessary?"

"It's necessary!" Uehara refused without thinking. It's okay. If the tailed beast jade can be launched in the sky, the deterrent power can cover the entire battlefield. Unlimited super fire support, key strikes, hostile ninja villages

There are many jounin who are not enough to die...

Feng Jia was restless. Sitting at the back of the crowd, he didn't write a word in his notes. He was here to make up the numbers, and others just ignored him.

Feng Jia watched Uehara eloquently talking while scolding an old man with a gray beard, but the problem was solved at an incredible speed. Feng Jia was very envious...

"Hi!" Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and Feng Jia was stunned.

"I said, I'm almost exhausted. Feng Jia, it's your turn."

"No! I don't know how to..." Everyone present was Fengjia's elders, and he was a little frightened.

"No, it doesn't matter." Uehara blinked at Feng Jia, "Just say whatever you want, and," Uehara moved closer to Feng Jia and lowered his voice, "I am an outsider, Feng Jia, you are different.

Yes, you are also from the Wind Demon clan, go, this is a good opportunity to gain some reputation."

…

What's the point of gaining reputation? Fuuga didn't understand. He was kicked from behind to front by Uehara, and Fuuga was still in a state of being fooled. What should he say? Mr. Fuukei taught him the shuriken very harshly.

Also below, what should I say? Feng Jia, who is a bit of an otaku, had her legs shaking a little when she walked on stage.

"I...I am...Fengjia." After stammering, Fengjia glanced at Uehara's direction secretly, but did not find where he was.

Too embarrassed to see anyone, Uehara covered his face and lowered his head. Unexpectedly, Feng Ga had such a cowardly side.

…

A difficult speech was finally over, and Feng Jiafei seemed to want to run away. He decided not to attend any meetings again.

"Funga."

"Teacher Feng Gui!" Hearing the familiar voice, Feng Jia immediately stood at attention.

"Do you still want to continue learning shuriken?" Feng Gui put his notebook in his pocket and walked out. A meeting was held all morning, and everyone raised more questions than they solved.

"Yes, I am learning from my father..."

"If you have time, Feng Jia, you can continue to training ground No. 7."

Feng Kei is the most powerful shuriken teacher of the Fuma clan. Feng Kei, who was not very talented, was eliminated after two months of training. The owner of training ground No. 7 is Feng Kei's teacher...

"It turns out that the role of reputation building is like this... As long as you leave an impression on others, as long as it is not a too bad impression, things will change for the better..." In addition to being excited, Feng Jia looked like he had seen a ghost.

Expression, "Uehara, wait for me!"