"They are suspecting that Brother Aizen is not dead.....

With the calm voice of the rope tree slowly falling on the field, Tsunade's pupils suddenly shrank!

Her whole person suddenly calmed down, and she was silent for a long time, her eyes were lowered, making it impossible to see the look in her eyes.

Rope Tree glanced at her imperceptibly, and at this moment, Tsunade's slightly hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"Those old guys.... It's really getting too much...."

"Let's go, Rope Tree, and let me see what these old guys are thinking!"

Speaking of this, I saw her raise her eyes suddenly, and her delicate pretty face had long since lost the previous playfulness, and there was a serious look on her face.

Hearing her words, Rope Tree said softly.

"Okay, since you agreed, sister, then my order is completed, let's go back together. ”

After saying that, Tsunade nodded slightly, and the figures of the two quickly disappeared into the forest.

.........................

At night, the stars dotted the dark sky, illuminated by the white moonlight.

In a remote forest in Konoha Village, a small figure is sweating and chopping in the night.

The young man's black hair was already covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes were very tough.

The silver-white blade shimmered coldly in the moonlight, and it was held in the young man's hand, slashing at the huge stump in front of him again and again.

This action had been going on for a long time, but there was only one deep knife mark on the stump.

Every time the boy slashed was the same, the same angle, the increasing force, but the landing point of each slash was just a deepening dent.

“！”

At this moment, it seems that it is because the arm is already sore!

The boy's movement in the next slash was slightly sluggish, and the blade involuntarily slashed heavily on the stump, but it did not cut to the same position as before!

"Whew...."

The young man's breath that had been slightly tense couldn't help but exhale heavily, because of the long time of chopping, his body was already completely soaked as if he was immersed in water.

At this moment, in the dark, a hoarse and heavy voice sounded slowly.

"It seems that today's practice has come to an end... Sasuke..."

With the appearance of a hoarse voice, I saw a tall and broad figure slowly walking towards Sasuke in the hazy night, in the forest not far away.

His silver-white hair stood out in the moonlight, the skin on his face looked very old, and the most striking thing was that the cuff of one of his arms was empty.

Hearing the voice of the comer, Sasuke slowly raised his head that looked very tired, and a pair of slightly dim eyes couldn't help but glance at the comer, and said slowly with some stubbornness.

"Shuo Mao senior.... I can still hold on!"

In this regard, Shuo Mao glanced at Sasuke, whose arms were trembling slightly, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Your body can't hold it anymore, and the cultivation of swordsmanship must also be done step by step, your physical condition does not support you to achieve it overnight, go back." ”

After saying that, he said no more, and slowly turned around and walked towards the village.

This is the first week that Sasuke has been practicing with Sakumo, and he made a deal with Mizuto on the occasion of Itachi's invasion of Konoha before.

After thinking about it again, Mizumon decided to let Sasuke's growth, who had given up his ninja status, guide Sasuke's growth, after all, in every way, Sakumo was once an excellent ninja.

At this moment, hearing Shuo Mao's words, Sasuke's eyes darkened, and he said in a somewhat dejected and depressed manner.

"This practice.... Can this kind of practice really make me grow?"

I saw him hanging his head, looking at his trembling arm and the snow-white blade with some unwillingness, and the silver-white knife was so dazzling in the moonlight.

Hearing Sasuke's words behind him, Shuo Mao slowly stopped, turned his head slightly, and said in a slow and heavy voice.

"Sasuke, even if he has the excellent ninja talent of the Uchiha clan, but... In the future battles between the enemy and the enemy, the most basic physical foundation is the best measuring stick to test whether a ninja can survive to the end. ”

Speaking of this, I saw that Shuo Mao's eyes were also slightly condensed, and he continued.

"In the world of ninjas, in the face of a brutal battle, the exhaustion of chakra is a common thing, and in the case of not being able to use ninjutsu, all we can do is truly fight shirtless!"

"And among them, the sword technique, as an existence born from the body technique, is also the sharpest killing force!"

Hearing these words, Sasuke's eyes widened.

At this moment, Shuo Mao glanced at him and said hoarsely.

"Sasuke, hold the knife in your hand hard!"

Hearing his words, Sasuke couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A dark glow flashed in the night!

"Dangchang!"

With a crisp sound, I saw the spark suddenly splash!

Sasuke couldn't help but feel a pain in his palm, and the sword in his hand had already spun and flew into the grass in the distance.

He looked at Shuo Mao in the distance with some astonishment, Shuo Mao looked at him calmly, and said in a quiet voice.

"You can't even hold the most basic sword, so how can you think about further cultivation?"

"If you don't lay these foundations, no matter how gorgeous your future moves are, they will only be in the air, and you will not have the opportunity to correct these mistakes when you encounter a real strong enemy. ”

After saying that, he slowly turned around and continued to walk towards the village.

In Sasuke's thoughtful gaze, in the cold wind of the night, Shuomao's hoarse voice slowly floated.

"Go back, recover your body and come back tomorrow, starting tomorrow, on the basis of the most basic knife grip, I will also teach you some new skills, whether you can learn it or not, it's up to you...."

After hearing these words, a flash of realization flashed in Sasuke's eyes, who was holding his palm.

He glanced at the knife on the thick stump that had ended his cultivation tonight, and couldn't help but feel a slight glitch, and then saw him slowly get up and put away the sword, and the small figure left here with the cold wind.

Konoha is on a remote street.

Unlike the bustling Konoha Night Market in the distance, this side is very shabby and the lights are relatively dim.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

With the sound of slow footsteps sounding on the street, I saw a white-haired Shuo Mao slowly emerging from the corner of the street under the light of the street lamp.

With only one arm, he walked forward slowly, his face was very vicissitudes.

It doesn't look like a ninja who has killed countless enemies on the battlefield at all, but more like an old man in his last years.

Just as he was just walking under the dim light, his footsteps paused slightly, and his slightly hoarse voice said calmly.

"You're here?"