rock ninja log

"Rock thorn flower..." After confirming that he was fine, Uehara couldn't wait too long, so he borrowed the money from Bakugo hunting to buy a set of clothes that fit him well. Uehara left with his drawing board on his back. He was going to find a clump of the most beautiful rocks.

Jinghua, Riko said that he likes rock wattle flowers, Sherisa seems to have said that people who have lived in Iwagakure Village all say that rock wattle flowers are beautiful, even Bakudunkari and Mayi are the same. Only Uehara himself, Lian Yan

I haven't even glanced at the mountains surrounding Ninja Village.

The hills near the village are not high. Bakudun Shou pointed at the mountains, "It's right there, the red one, Uehara, do you see it? Hurry, we are almost there!"

I thought Uehara was walking too slowly, so I walked to the big rock in the distance and then turned back. This happened several times.

"Kari!" Mayi grabbed Kari, who was about to run away again, and pulled him back by the collar, "Uehara is injured and can't walk fast, so you should just follow him!"

"I'm sorry, Uehara." Kari touched his head in embarrassment, but his feet kept jumping back and forth. Looking at him, he couldn't stop for a moment.

"Okay, okay, Kari, please accompany me." Uehara waved his hand indifferently.

The information gained from the conversation was that the two companions were both special jounin, which made Uehara feel like he was on the tail end of a crane again. He couldn't defeat Spider Maru, and even Fuuga couldn't defeat him. Now he has a more talented companion, Uehara.

I feel that my life as a salted fish will continue for a long, long time...

Mayi is a medical ninja, a sentient ninja, a ninja with dual attributes of water and earth escape. He is proficient in illusions, and he is not old, just like the blaster hunter, but he is only sixteen years old, only one year older than Uehara. God knows how Mayi can do it at the same time.

So many people practice.

"Mai." Climbing a mountain is tiring. Climbing without chakra will undoubtedly make it even more tiring. Uehara wiped the sweat from his head, "Where are you and Kari's former team members?"

"In the past," Mai looked at Uehara, "there were no team members before. I never went to a ninja school. As for Kari, he came from Tsuchikage-sama."

"Is that so?" Uehara was somewhat aware that ninjas who had never formed a squad should have never been on the battlefield. "Have you and Kari been on the battlefield?" Uehara asked curiously.

"No," Mayi shook her head, "Kari, like me, has always been in the village."

A sixteen-year-old special jounin, although his combat power is lower than that of an ordinary jounin, he is still an incredible genius. However, thinking of Konoha, which is full of talents, Kakashi became a jounin at the age of twelve, and there are other

There are more genius beings such as Itachi Uchiha and Minato Namikaze...

"Fuck you!" Uehara cursed bitterly when he thought of Konoha, who looked like a plug-in.

"What's wrong, Uehara?" Mayi next to him asked strangely, not hearing clearly for a moment.

"Nothing." Uehara waved his hand, "We're here."

"This is the rock thorn flower." Looking at a bunch of blood-red flowers sandwiched in the cracks of the rocks, this is the only kind of flower that can be found around. In an environment full of loess and rocks, it cannot survive for too long.

Delicate plants, "so tenacious in vitality, and so beautiful..."

Standing at the highest point of the mountain, he glanced around. From time to time, a cluster of red flowers would appear among the messy piles of rocks. Uehara carefully found the most beautiful one.

"That's it." He set up the drawing board and took out the paper that was soaked in blood and soaked in rain, and the picture was a little blurry. Uehara suddenly felt that he had almost forgotten the little girl who had not said a word to each other, but saved her.

He looked like a pear, which made him a little uneasy.

"Xiaoli, everyone has finally returned to the Kingdom of Earth." Uehara smiled and murmured to himself, "It's just that, even including Yaozi's little squirrel and Yan's little bird, there are only sixteen of us...

"

With the brush, stroke by stroke, Xiaoli's appearance was slowly drawn. However, her squad leader Toka was no longer there, so no one came to ask Uehara to correct it again and again.

When Uehara was painting, Bakudunkari, who liked to jump around, also became quiet. He didn't know what the nostalgia was, but he liked the picture of the red rock thorn flowers behind it very much.

"I don't know if it looks like Xiaoli or not." It took a long time to finish the painting. After looking left and right, Uehara still felt that he was not very satisfied. He decided to ask Han to find information about the Hundred People and all the previous sacrificed companions of the Hundred People when he had time.

, draw a beautiful, smiling and happy pear and give it to her family as the best comfort to them.

"Uehara, your painting is really good." Kari thought about it and didn't know what words to use to describe it. His vocabulary was too lacking. "Mai, come here and ask Uehara to help us paint."

"Sorry Kari." Uehara shook his head, "There are still too many companions to draw. Wait until I finish."

When Uehara finally finished painting and everyone was about to go down the mountain, Kari stopped him and said, "Uehara, do you want to plant flowers in the yard?"

What Kari said was incomprehensible, but seeing how excited he looked, Uehara was embarrassed to refute his words, "Okay, but the roots grow in the stone..."

"It doesn't matter." Kari clapped his hands and asked Uehara and Mayi to stand aside, "Ninja technique - Thunder Fist!"

There was a bang, and before Uehara could understand it, the ground shook, as if the entire mountain was about to collapse.

"Let's go, Uehara." Kari carried a big stone to indicate that he could go back.

Look at the dots of rock wattle flowers on the big rock that was carried by the hunter, and then look at the mountaintop where a piece of it was blown away. Uehara turned his lips, what a cruel guy... This punch is equivalent to how much TNT...

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Tuba asked Uehara to review every day, but Uehara forgot about it. For several days in a row, he got up at dawn every day and drew one after another. The table was piled full of them.

Some paintings were personally given by Uehara and Wutong to the families of their comrades who lost their lives among hundreds of people in the village, and some were mailed to various parts of the Earth Kingdom. There were also many comrades without family members, and the paintings were given to their mentors.

, friends, however, still have some nowhere to go.

"These..." After looking through the last dozen or so pictures, Uehara finally understood why. Here, the ghost head is here, Dashi is here, Muzi, and other companions. They have no family members and have not yet been assigned mentors.

They have no talent and are very weak. They have almost no friends. Even their only friends died in the battlefield of the Kingdom of Rain just like them...

"Salted fish ninja." Uehara showed an inexplicable smile, "By the way, I am too..."

He stood up in a hurry, rummaged through the house, and finally found a hammer and nails. Then Uehara roughly estimated the distance and hammered the nails in.

There was a "ding" sound, and after driving the last nail, Uehara looked at the wall, and it seemed that there was not enough space.

"Uehara." Han Feng came back after disappearing for a few days. When he came back, he saw Uehara smashing the wall. "Uehara, it doesn't matter if you smash the wall, but what are you doing?"

"Han, are you back?" Uehara looked at the nails all over the wall and felt a little embarrassed. He almost forgot that this was not his home. "I want to take everyone's portraits..."

"Absolutely." Han understood the reason for the matter, and took off the heavy armor and threw it aside, then squinted his eyes and looked at it again, and then threw out a handful of thousand books and nailed them to the wall, with a good distance.

"Uehara, your nail is crooked." With Qianben as a comparison, Han instantly found the nail in question.

Without using tools, Han easily pulled out the crooked nails one by one with two fingers, and then found the right position and pressed his fingers in. Uehara subconsciously touched his fragile throat. This kind of strength

, to use a joke, it is, press to death with one finger...