After the funeral, Makoto got the news from the Hagi family that Kakashi had started cultivating desperately, and he wouldn't speak for a whole day except for the necessary words.

He was originally not very communicative, but now even if he meets a good friend like Akai to greet him, he will completely ignore it as if he didn't see it.

It's really a dead fish's eye, I thought.

Makoto admits that he is indeed a little helpless about such a change, although the White Fang father and son had a good relationship with him during their lifetimes, and believing in his own words still has a certain weight in Kakashi's mind.

However, as he said to Watergate, he has no confidence in how to take care of Kakashi, who White Fang entrusted to him before he died, and it is better to leave it to Kakashi's teacher in the original work, and comfort him with the warmth and kindness that this guy is born with in the original work, no matter what, this will not make the result worse.

Seeing that Shuimen agreed, Makoto was also relieved.

"That's right, Makoto." Watergate suddenly remembered something and spoke.

"What?"

"Do you know the first driving range?" The first driving range, as it is called, was the first driving range personally selected by the first generation when Konoha was established.

"If you have time today, let's go there and have a look."

Today? Chenghu glanced at the water gate suspiciously, this guy's expression was faint, and he seemed to just mention it casually.

"As a thank you for asking me."

"That's good." Since Shuimen said so, although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this best friend's gourd, Cheng still agreed to ask for it.

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The first driving range.

In the southeast, the bright sunlight passes through the gaps between the leaves, and the wisps of light on the ground are not enough to illuminate the forest, and the tall and flourishing trees block the sunlight, making the forest seem particularly quiet and quiet.

Perhaps because it was too old, there weren't many people in the first practice area as usual, but Makoto, who came here for the first time, stood on the branches of the trees and was amazed at the unusual prosperity of these trees.

If you look at this from the outside, the trees in the southeast of the entire training ground are half as tall as the other trees in the vast forest of Konoha. The whole forest is like an emerald sea, where a towering wave crest suddenly rises.

There is a folk legend about the first generation, and the entire vast primeval forest around Konoha was created by this ninja god with his own strength.

Judging by this legend, it may be that the first generation really had a unique love for this land that was chosen as the first training ground.

Makoto shrugged his shoulders, of course this legend is false, even the first generation could not do this kind of thing to change the climate by itself.

The shadows in the forest occasionally come from a few pleasant birdsongs, but it does not make this place seem mysterious because of the unknown source of the sound, on the contrary, the birdsong mountain is more secluded, and the winding and beautiful birdsong makes the scenery here more beautiful, making people have a pleasant sense of seeking seclusion.

Makoto shuttles through the upper layers of the forest, jumping from tree to tree, slowly admiring.

"Who's there?"

More beautiful than the sound of birdsong, a female voice asked faintly.

On the high branches, Makoto stood still, looking down.

Princess Thousand-Hands, Tsunade Hime sat quietly with her legs tired, her face resting on her knees, and her back against a tree.

Without the noble and dangerous temperament of the past, she is unexpectedly more like a little girl, sitting quietly in her back garden, communicating with her squirrel friends.

Squirrel like, cute and lonely.

"Is that you?" Tsunade didn't look up, and his tone was unexpectedly calm.

"Tsunade-sama." Makoto was a little embarrassed, holding on to the thick trunk of the tree next to him, thinking about how to leave quickly and without a trace.

"You know what? These trees are unusually vigorous, much taller than their normal counterparts. Tsunade seemed to suddenly get interested in discussing it with his titular disciple.

"The First ...... Since adulthood, there has been a command. Tsunade said lightly, his beautiful voice scattered in the secluded forest, with a different kind of beauty.

“……”

"[All the people of the Thousand Hands must be at the forefront of the battlefield, and the battle will be the first, and the retreat will be the last. "This is both the glory of a thousand hands and the cruelty of a thousand hands, the princess of the thousand hands clan, at this time, there is a faint mockery.

"8 years ago today, the last man who inherited the blood of the Thousand Hands, a fool named the Thousand Hands Rope Tree, went to war for the first time, although the three generations of the Hokage at the time had already publicly announced the abolition of this order, but ......"

Tsunade paused, and continued in a calm tone: "But, for the sake of [Thousand, Hand, Of, Honor, Yao], that fool, insist on charging on the front line of the battlefield. ”

"Now, all the people of the Thousand Hands, except me, lie in the land beneath your feet.

"Because, the 'great' first lord also has an order, all the Thousand Hands Clan, no tombstones, no funerals, after death, the body will give back to the land of Konoha.

"You know what, so these trees under your feet are extra vibrant."

Tsunade "giggled" and raised his head, his beautiful eyes were full of smiles, but that smile did not have the slightest warmth.

A feeling of extreme danger came.

"So, don't come here to play!"

Tsunade appears in front of Makoto and strikes out with his right fist.

It's not the usual straight punch that is just a warning and deterrence, but this punch carries a real [danger].

For the sake of these trees, this punch, not a single chakra leaked out, but the chakra on the fist was terrifyingly dense and not revealed, but it was like a raging tsunami, standing still at the moment when it was about to shoot straight down.

Nothing dares to stand in the way of the [momentum] accumulated by this punch, compared to the usual unscrupulous rigid punches, this is where Tsunade's true strength lies!

Senju and Uchiha were the two strongest families in the ninja world a long time ago.

The two families shook hands and made peace, and two god-like men with the surnames Senju and Uchiha worked together to put an end to the troubled times and establish the stability system of one country and one village today.

In such an era of mutual suspicion, selfishness, war and hatred, only a man like the first generation had the strength and charm to gather the scattered ninja clan at that time.

The Thousand-Handed Clan will be the first of all the clans!

In the past, the thousand-handed clan practiced it, and how could the clans dare not die for the first generation.

In the end, the first generation succeeded, and endless glory and reverence were added.

However, as the price of the first generation to implement their own will, the thousand-handed clan that had been inherited for hundreds of years is now extinct.

Watergate, is that what you're trying to tell me?

A person is formed by his own past experiences.

The so-called ninja is not an ideal, not what a person will be like [in the future].

The path of a ninja is not his vision and expectation for the future, but the path he has personally practiced step by step from the past to the present.

The road is the condensation of all a person's past experiences and thoughts. To deny this path is to deny all the meaning of what a ninja has thought and done since he was born.

Ninja Dao turned out to be a ninja himself.

To carry out the way of ninja is to implement the ninja himself.

This kind of thing, how can it be shaken? What to shake up?

Therefore, if the white fang is "wrong" step by step, he will die calmly.

Therefore, even at the cost of his own entire family, the first generation still did not hesitate.

Tsunade's jade-small right hand swept through Makoto's left cheek with a breeze, and an inexplicable complex emotion made Makoto even think that he had finally shed a little tear for the death of White Fang, and his heart moved, and he couldn't help but half-raise his right hand.

Tsunade stared coldly at Makoto's reaction, and the delicate fist just hung in the air beside his ear.

So the boy put down his half-raised hand.

- He didn't shed a tear after all.

(Volume III, Finale)

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