Late at night, it was close to a day and a night of continuous running. If it weren't for the internal force that constantly transforms his physical strength, which greatly increases his sustaining ability, maybe Makoto would have been tired and lying down.

It was a thick darkness, no light or moon, and there was no trace of humanity around.

The figure of White Fang undulating in front of him could almost only see the pale mass of his head jumping. Makotoya, like the other three, was silent. This is the first time he has made such a top-secret mission, and he has sincerely pursued the principle of talking less and watching more, and along the way, except for limited communication with Fugaku, who occasionally accosted him, he basically did not make a sound.

White Fang has been leading the way, mostly off the beaten track, and even outside the Konoha warning area, the four of them have already put on masks that belong to the dark part of Konoha. At this point, the team's trajectory was almost a straight line, and White Fang obviously had a clear destination, but no one dared to say his guess under his repeated statements before departure. Judging from Makoto's barren geographical knowledge, it is probably rushing to the sea now, but it is completely confusing whether it is the direction of the country of water or the country of thunder.

Finally, when Cheng began to consider whether to ask for a break to maximize his endurance, White Fang, who left the three of them behind him for more than ten meters, slowed down and stopped, and made a gesture of scouting and camping.

Makoto breathed a sigh of relief, and Fuyue in the middle whispered:

"Makoto, come and set up camp, Rigo, shall we split up to investigate? Makoto's body can't support much consumption. ”

In the words, there is a slight hint of request.

Rigo glanced at the two Uchiha clansmen and nodded, he saw Hachiki Shuomao's attitude towards Makoto in his eyes, for him, who was a brainless fan of Shuomao, he was born with a favorability above the level line. Investigation is just a trivial matter, and Fuyue's tone also makes him very useful.

"You're welcome, in that case, how about you before and after me?"

There is actually no difference between the front and back of the reconnaissance, although it is said that the front of the team must be an unknown area, but the group of ninjas, who like to go around the obscene flow still accounts for the majority. In terms of danger, it is possible that the risk factor is even higher when exploring the rear.

Fugaku nodded, and disappeared into thin air at the same time as Rigo.

Taking the scroll thrown by the two of them, Cheng Jieyin took out the tent in the scroll, and then was embarrassed to find that he couldn't ...... Although he originally had a very clear memory in his body, he could read the relevant courses he had learned in the ninja school, but just like following the manual, he might not be able to set up the tent accurately, and the memory that was more three-dimensional than the manual only made his movements change from clumsy to less clumsy.

"That one needs to be wound loosely."

But White Fang didn't seem to be able to see Makoto's speed, picked up a tent next to him, quickly set up and caught up with Makoto's progress, and demonstrated:

"And then this one is double-layered...... Then again, with sincerity to your foundation, did you fail this class when you were in ninja school? ”

"At the time, I just didn't think it was important...... Once you've learned it, you've forgotten it. Makoto had to pretend to be the peculiar arrogance of a genius to hide his embarrassment and uneasiness.

I knew that I should rush to investigate, and I secretly regretted it, and in recent years, it can be said that I have successfully integrated into this world, so that I am not as cautious in details as before. Although he is definitely "Makoto Uchiha", but this kind of flaw in the details, it is better to have something else that should not be there.

Everything was ready, and the four of them quickly wiped out the fast food and kept vigil in groups.

"It's the middle of the night."

Silence fell back around, most of the attention was scattered around him, and Rigo seemed to have a lot of experience in keeping vigils, so he didn't have anything to say. After all, if you don't do something, it's easy to fall asleep.

Actually, Makoto has something to do, but he can't do this kind of thing like concentrating on cultivating his internal strength on the side, and throwing the responsibility of the vigil to Honma Rigo, hearing Ligo's conversation, he smiled and replied:

"yes."

"How did Makoto meet Lord White Fang?"

"In the middle ninja exam, the white fang senior is the team leader."

"The one in which the four major powers participated together?" Rigo apparently has some knowledge of Makoto's deeds.

"That's right, because I copied the body technique of the White Fang predecessor with my eyes, and the White Fang senior gave instructions on the use of that combat method, and then it has continued until now."

"Writing Wheel Eyes...... Liwu's eyes showed obvious envy, for a knife master like him, the copy function is still secondary, after all, even if it is a copied knife technique, it still has to go through its own tempering before it can really be used in actual combat, but the bug-like dynamic vision and insight into ninjutsu of Writing Wheel Eye are by no means the effect that can be achieved by exercise.

"Makoto, can I take a look at your knife?"

Makoto took out the scroll and took out the family-style small sword. It is slightly longer than the short knife of the White Fang, and the material is, of course, ordinary steel.

Rigo visibly flashed his disappointed expression, and after a little play, he returned the knife to Makoto. Makoto looked at the short knife on Tachigo's waist for a moment, almost exactly the same as the fangs of the Megatron Ninja Realm of White Fang, except that a line of words was engraved on the handle.

Noticing Makoto's gaze, Rigo gently pulled out the short knife, and at the same time as the faint blade light flashed, a sharp feeling pierced Makoto's eyebrows.

"Good knives!"

Even though he revised his estimate of Rigo many times, Makoto felt that he still underestimated this sword ninja at this time, and after pulling out his short knife, Rigo, who was originally silent, immediately seemed to be a different person.

If you have to compare it, then Rigo at this time is just like a sharp blade unsheathed in his own palm.

With a little reverence in his demeanor, Ligo held up the blade of the short knife with both palms and presented it between the two of them.

"The knife is life."

Rigo softly read the four words engraved on the hilt of the short knife. The frost blade was like snow, and it reflected with Rigo's bright eyes, as if to illuminate the faint mist that had risen around him at some point.

Realizing the importance that the sword ninja attaches to his weapon, Makoto didn't want to take the knife and look at it closely, but after looking at it carefully, Makoto sighed a little, maybe only this kind of person who regards the knife as his own life can truly grasp the essence of swordsmanship.

A pragmatist like Makoto can't appreciate the legendary realm of the unity of man and sword in any case.

That kind of mental state,It's not so much a buff like exploding seeds or opening gene locks.,It's more of a way of thinking.,Compared with ordinary people.,They are different in concept and even in the nature of life.,And because of this,These people can shine a brilliance that is different from ordinary people.。