rock ninja log

The wandering teenagers have rested, and things should probably be over. The next step is to rest for a while, and Yahiko will take them to the secret base. Food, medicine and other necessary supplies are hidden there, as well as fellow professors.

A training ground for their combat skills.

But things were different from what Yahiko thought. Without the shortage of food, the group of cold-blooded teenagers started to quarrel over other things.

There were not enough raincoats, and some guys didn't want to get wet, so they got into an argument in the tree hole, and then the argument became fierce. The teenagers started fighting incredibly, and kept rolling from the tree hole to the mud outside, breaking into a chaotic fight.

Yahiko was stunned when he saw it.

"What are these guys doing?" Yahiko clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

"They are robbing things." Nagato, Konan and Yahiko stood side by side, looking at the fighting teenagers with cold eyes.

The newest raincoat was snatched by two teenagers together. The boy who was obviously stronger pushed the other boy to the ground and hit the other boy's head with his fists again and again. He kept beating the other boy until his nose started to bleed. Only then did he agree.

give up.

"Hey, that's too much." Yahiko silently approached from behind and pressed a kunai tightly against the other person's neck. The cold touch made the other person stop, "If you still remember how hateful the bandits are,

Stop immediately and don't become the person you once hated."

Yahiko slowly took back the kunai, and his tone became colder, "I am not a stupid and kind-hearted guy. All supplies belong to us, including this raincoat-" With a sneer, the raincoat was scratched by Yahiko's kunai.

Became two halves.

"We are still far away from the base. It looks like heavy rain is coming again," Yahiko suddenly smiled calmly, "I hope you won't fall behind." Yahiko, who was smiling with squinted eyes, asked the boy who had snatched things with the bandits to stand behind him.

Chill.

Kindness is humble, and human nature is complex. To change the world, kindness alone is definitely not enough. The future Xiaozhong is slowly growing.

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Uehara returned to the village, and returned to the village after being seriously injured. Friends who wanted to see him came one after another. Fuuga, who was far away from the Fuuma clan, not only built a suitable wheelchair for Makoto, but also brought a complete set of tools. He wanted to help

Uehara makes a prosthetic leg that can move freely.

The prosthetic limbs installed casually in Iwagakure Hospital are simply simulation models. They have no other use except to look better.

Uehara took off his shirt and allowed Natsuo to measure his shoulder and waist circumference and the detailed measurements of his broken arm. Looking at the flat fracture at the broken arm, Uehara still had a strange feeling that the arm that was part of the body was not there.

The sudden and strange feeling left Uehara at a loss as to what to do.

"Although no one participated in the battle, you are too careless." After the amount of data was ready, Feng Jia frowned and picked up tools, such as screwdrivers. After opening the tool box, it was full of tools.

It was all over the place, and Uehara was dazzled by the sight, "Your arms..."

"It was probably injured by the fragments when the chakra cannon exploded." Uehara sniffed indifferently, "I am a very powerful Fuga, Raikage..."

"Exploded chamber?" Feng Jia was confused about this word.

"...Energy is released instantly in a confined space. This phenomenon is called an explosion. As for exploding the chamber, this is for thermochemical weapons." Uehara explained to Feng Ga dutifully.

"Okay, I don't quite understand." Feng Jia scratched his head.

After that, Fuuga had to work, so Uehara tried not to disturb him as much as possible, feeling the vibration of his arm being knocked again and again, listening to the sound of screws being tightened, plus the sound of saw blades rubbing against steel.

, the sound that had been tormenting Uehara's ears with sparks for a long time finally stopped after two hours.

"Okay, let's give it a try." Fengjia, whose face was covered in sweat, stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead. He looked at the skeleton of Uehara's newly made prosthetic leg and was very satisfied.

"The specific method of use is..." I was going to introduce a simple method of use to Uehara, but Uehara started to study on his own, watching him deftly dismantle the detachable parts and then assemble them completely.

Fuuga stopped mid-sentence. It seemed that when designing a new battle armor for Han, Uehara gave a lot of crucial opinions.

"I designed it with attack capabilities. Uehara, you will definitely like it." Putting down the screwdriver, Feng Ga handed Uehara several Senbons that looked cold and sharp.

"Where is this... going to be installed?" Uehara dismantled all the removable parts of the prosthetic limb and found no place to place a weapon. Compared to Uehara, who is constantly coming up with fantastic ideas, Feng Ga is undoubtedly more professional.

.

Under Feng Ga's operation, Senbon was filled in a sealed box. Feeling the heavy prosthetic limb, Uehara couldn't wait to try it.

Targets were placed at Quanfengjia, which was ten meters, twenty and thirty meters long, but it was not easy to hit a circular target with a diameter of ten centimeters.

The prosthetic limb Feng Jia helped make was obviously made based on purely mechanical principles. There was a pull rod on the shoulder of the prosthetic limb. After gently pulling it, the entire prosthetic limb straightened instantly. The straight mechanical prosthetic limb pointed straight ahead like a large-caliber sniper rifle.

"I'm going to start." Uehara smiled widely. This attack method was his favorite.

A mechanism similar to the trigger of a gun was pulled down hard, and Uehara felt the prosthetic limb vibrate, and then the kakaka kept reciprocating, several silver rays of light flashed by, and there was a swishing sound.

He quickly penetrated the first target, and then flew to the second target without losing strength. Finally, he passed halfway through the second target and finally exhausted his strength and stayed on it.

There are five Senbons in total, and four of them hit the target the first time they were used, and they were all about the bullseye. The accuracy was pretty good.

"Not bad, Fuuga!" Uehara is quite satisfied with his prosthetic limb. Although the temporary control of the prosthetic limb requires the use of his right hand, this kind of invention with ample room for improvement is full of creativity.

Coming from a world where technology is highly developed, Uehara knows too many wonderful inventions, but unfortunately, he has only one brain but cannot even make a screw. As a companion, Fuga makes up for Uehara very well.

Due to the lack of basic knowledge, Uehara saw the possibility of turning many ideas into reality.

"The power is too small. And I always feel that it would be powerful enough if ten thousand Qianben were launched instantly..."

As far as Uehara knows, releasing ten thousand Senbon at a time can be performed using ninjutsu scrolls, or using black technology like the explosive sword, which can take out the detonating talisman from a storage space without the need for sealing. From this point of view,

The blasting sword is actually very suitable for the one-armed Uehara. Without one arm, he cannot form the seal.

Feng Ga was not satisfied with the prosthetic limb. He hurriedly packed up his things and left. He came all the way here just to help Uehara make the prosthetic limb.

"Uehara, when I go back to learn more powerful knowledge, I will definitely help you make a suitable prosthetic limb next time I come back." Feng Ga had only been in Yanyin Village for less than a day, and he was leaving again.

"Thank you Fuga." In fact, Uehara didn't care too much whether it was useful or not. Uehara felt warmed by his companion's concern.

Uehara's plan to rest and do nothing failed. As soon as Fuuga left, Togoku came. He said that he would leave it to Uehara to use chains to restrain most of the enemies. So Uehara held an arm

I wielded the thick chain for half an hour and almost exhausted myself to death.

Later, Tutu wanted to teach Uehara the physical skills, Tugou wanted to teach Uehara the tracking skills, and Lu and Beifeng's sword skills. Wutong even took out his treasured cooking formula. The companions probably had the same idea.

They were afraid that Uehara would sink like that.

"Wow!" Daoxue kept playing with Uehara's prosthetic leg. When she accidentally touched the activation button of the prosthetic leg, the popping up of the prosthetic leg would always make her scream.

"It's so fun." Daoxue is becoming more and more interested in prosthetic limbs. If she is ignored, she will probably smash the prosthetic limbs open with a hammer in the end.

"Ha~" Uehara yawned hard, "Don't make a fuss about the snow." He was so sleepy. It was just past noon and he couldn't cheer up. This was something that had never happened before.

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While Dou Xue was playing, Uehara frowned and stared at the prosthetic limb again and again. It would be better to do something else if he had nothing to do.

He dug out the dusty small toolbox from under the bed, blew away the dust, swept away the cobwebs, and poured out all the messy tools. These things were prepared when the Fuuma clan wanted to make Han's armor.

Yes, unlike Feng Ga who arranged his tools neatly, Uehara's tools were arranged in a messy manner.

Uehara, who is good at everything, gradually discovers that there is something wrong with the way he controls his power. His sword skills are actually not as good as Natsuki, his mechanical knowledge is not as good as Feng Ga's, and his medical knowledge is actually not as good as Yaozi's except for the magic. The power of his companions is also power.

, Uehara decided to focus on cultivating more cost-effective abilities in the future. Companions are the most important. One person cannot defeat all enemies, and one must trust his companions.

The manufacturing of the ultimate battle armor was left to Fuuga, the development of the ultimate medical ninjutsu was left to Toba, Mayi and Yako, and the creation of the most powerful sword skills was left to Natsuki of the Shadow Guards. In the end, all the resources were gathered.

It's so much easier to grow up together.

A round iron piece is crookedly nailed to the prosthetic limb. The iron piece is equally distributed into three equal parts at 120 degrees, just like a drill bit on a machine tool that can be replaced at any time. A screwdriver with the handle removed.

A kunai, and a compact drill bit, minimal space, Uehara added three functions.

As for functions, a screwdriver can be used to stab people, a kunai can be used to stab people, and a drill can be used to stab people...

Uehara invented the real Rasen Shuriken, relying on the insufficiently powerful Rasengan to accelerate chakra, and then using Chakra to accelerate the kinetic energy of the shuriken. Finally, relying on the rotation speed far exceeding that of ordinary ninja darts, Uehara's magically modified version of the Rasen Shuriken

The sword is very powerful.

Slowly turning the drill bit with his hand, the drill bit slowly turned faster and faster. It was too rough to make, and it didn't turn much even when it reached the fastest speed. Uehara suddenly remembered something, the Rasengan and the Thunderbolt

If you use a drill bit made entirely of chakra metal that rotates at tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, I wonder if you can drill a hole in Raikage's strongest shield...

The brain hole has been opened and can no longer be closed. As far as Uehara knows, most drills in the original world will use diamond. Diamond is the hardest substance known in nature. If the qualitative change of Feng Dun's chakra is

Grinding each other, what is the qualitative change of earth escape, is it stronger? Uehara thought of atomic configuration again, and the completely different chemical properties brought about by the different ways of combining atoms of the same element...

Just as he was lost in thought, Daoxue slapped Uehara on the shoulder, and his train of thought was interrupted. "I'm hungry!" Daoxue looked aggrieved.

"Uh, sorry, I forgot to cook." Uehara said with a scornful expression, "I'll go right away..."

"No!" Daoxue looked at Uehara's somewhat scary steel prosthetic limbs. She stopped Uehara, "Sister said, we can't trouble Uehara brother anymore. Let's go to Morihui House every day."

"Sister, which sister?" Uehara smiled and touched Daoxue's head, "Sister Yazi, and sister Zhenyi, they all said so." There were only two of them, and Daoxue had to count two on his fingers.

Again and again, "Brother has already gone to grab a seat. There are always a lot of people at this time."

Probably really hungry, Daoxue pulled Uehara and jumped away. Really, the screwdriver was still on the prosthetic leg. Going to a restaurant like this would frighten the children. I walked and disassembled it all the way, and finally arrived.

It was dismantled by the time.

Yu Li was very short, and the stool in Mori Hui's house was a bit high for him. He tried his best to sit up straight, so that only his head was exposed.

"There's... someone!" An Iwa ninja who couldn't find a seat came over with a dinner plate. Yu Li pointed at himself, and then pointed at the bear, puppy and rag dolls placed on the left and right seats.

, his voice was a little timid, "Already... the position is already... occupied..."

Adults would not argue with children. After frowning, Iwa Ninja was about to leave.

The rag doll can also occupy the position, it is so cute, Uehara almost died because of Yudachi's cuteness.

"Ahem," Uehara coughed lightly and called out to the Iwa nin who was about to leave. The man looked familiar, but Uehara couldn't pronounce his name. "There are always a lot of people at this time, so let's all get together."

Uehara clearly ordered barbecue, but it didn't come. I asked Aunt Senhui, and she said that Wutong wouldn't allow it. Yazi told Wutong not to let Uehara eat greasy food anymore.

But you can’t eat greasy food or eat grass, Uehara looked at the things on the plate and slandered in his heart. As expected of being a student of the pharmacy master Tuba, Yazi gradually also likes to use herbal medicine to solve problems.

Yudachi and the others were eating barbecue. Uehara frowned, picked up the messy herbs with a fork, dipped them in the sauce and ate them in one bite. The taste turned out to be pretty good.

He used to always take care of others, but now, everyone never talks about fighting in front of Uehara, but Uehara can clearly feel that he is being taken care of.

"Hadachi, Ayuki, what's for dinner?" The barbecue looked delicious, so Uehara picked up the fork and stuffed the last piece of barbecue into his mouth. The meat was snatched away, and Daoxue looked like he was about to cry.

expression.

"Sister Yako said that she wants brother Uehara to have a good rest. You can't..."

"Tch!" Uehara waved his hand irritably, "I only have one hand left. I can't learn ninjutsu. What else can I do if you don't let me cook and take care of you!"

Uehara's voice was a little too loud, and he almost let out a roar that made all the ninjas nearby focus their attention on him.

"Um, I'm sorry." Uehara suddenly felt out of control. From beginning to end, he seemed to be indifferent to the loss of his arm. Deep down in his heart, even Uehara himself didn't realize that the physical trauma was very harmful to him.

blow.