The sky is bright, and although it can't be called a good weather in the general sense because of the thin layer of clouds, Makoto likes the feeling of cool air on this semi-cloudy day.

When Makoto arrived, the water gate had already arrived, and a few imps had also arrived at five, and several people were waiting in the corridor in front of the Hokage's office, and the students were talking and laughing around the water gate, although the voice was not loud, but it could be heard that they were chatting very speculatively.

"Yo, Kakashi."

Due to the angle, Makoto approached from the direction of the back of the water gate, and the first person to make eye contact with him was Kakashi, who was facing the water gate.

Kakashi nodded at him for the first time, and although he didn't speak, it was a very big improvement.

"Makoto, morning." Watergate greeted with a smile.

"Teacher Makoto is early!" The three students of Cheng's class, including Lin from the Watergate class, also greeted Cheng.

Makoto nodded in response and asked, "What about another person?" ”

Shuimen was a little embarrassed and said: "Maybe there is something delayed on the way, let's wait for him for a while, anyway, the messenger of the daimyo has not come yet." ”

Cheng was stunned for a moment, as if in another world, and the plot of Obitu's late arrival came up from the depths of memory.

If you don't re-experience this kind of detail in person, Makoto has almost forgotten all of it.

Lin seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of the expression on Makoto's face, and hurriedly helped Obito cover it up and said, "Obito didn't mean it, but I think he will come over soon, and it won't take much time." ”

Kakashi lowered his gaze and didn't seem to be listening to what Rin was saying, but Makoto, who was clear about the actual situation, certainly caught this subtle movement, and couldn't help but smile in his heart, but he didn't say anything more.

10 minutes later, I saw Obito in a brand new uniform hurriedly walking over, purple on the top and gray on the bottom, with a very sassy dark red knot rope around his waist, neatly tied in a long knot.

However, there seems to be a little dust on the knot of the waist rope, although it is not obvious because of the color, but the sharp-eyed Makoto still noticed it at a glance.

"I'm sorry," Obito said embarrassedly as he trotted over and put his hands behind his head, "I met an old man on the way, and I helped her a little." ”

Kakashi let out a low "snort", and although it was a small voice, everyone present heard it. Obito's expression immediately turned bad, but after all, he was late first, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he turned his face away from Kakashi's direction with disdain and joined the team.

Lin glared at him, covered up for Obito, turned back to Watergate and said, "Teacher Watergate, when are we leaving?" ”

Mizuto didn't say anything about it, and he replied gently, "Now that everyone is here, let's go to Hokage-sama, and that Fujiwara-sama is waiting for us there." ”

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A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly on the road, and nearly ten horses were surrounded by stars and moons, although it was an official road, but the road surface had become mostly dirt, and the uneven road conditions made the carriage slightly bumpy up and down when driving.

After leaving the range of Konoha, the originally flat cement road disappeared, and also, except for a few major ninja villages, no city has the material resources to make such a luxury move that all roads are made of cement.

Makoto declined Fujiwara Sojun's invitation to enter the carriage and sat on the carriage with the samurai who were driving the carriage, seemingly looking at the scenery along the way.

It is not accurate to say that the view is not out of the primeval forest, and the road is full of tall trees, except when climbing over the hills, at other times, you can only look at the sky overhead.

Inside this carriage was the central figure of the convoy, Fujiwara Munejun, the envoy of Daimyo and Konoha together, and his retainers and servants on the horseback.

Kai, Hong, and Asma were driven into the surrounding forest by Makoto and jumped in the trees with the convoy, which was considered a physical exercise - although at this speed, the effect could only be said to be better than nothing.

As for the Water Gate team, it is led by the Water Gate to reconnoiter in front, the range is not large, only 500 meters, this is also no way, a larger range, the enemy ninja can easily bypass the vigilance of only one team, and approach silently.

"Chengjun," an elegant voice came from inside the carriage, and Zongchun, who was a daimyo minister, seemed to be very interested in the formation of the ninjas: "In ancient times, the march had an offensive and defensive momentum, I don't know the ninjas, this reconnaissance formation, is it offensive or defensive?" ”

Makoto stretched his waist, half-lying at the corner between the wheel and the carriage, squinting his eyes and saying, "Neither offensive nor defensive." ”

"Oh? What do you mean by that? ”

"Based on the experience of these little imps, if they suddenly encounter the enemy, it is good that they can survive - the reason why they maintain this formation is just to keep them within the emergency range of me and Watergate."

"......" Fujiwara Munejun in the car was dumbfounded, he could hear the truth, and of course, the impatience in Makoto's tone that didn't want to talk to him, he could also hear it.

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Fujiwara Sojun didn't mean to speak again, Makoto closed his eyes and immersed himself in cultivation again.

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"Makoto? No, he doesn't have any bad feelings about you, he's just cultivating. ”

"Cultivation?" Fujiwara asked puzzled.

"Yes," Mizumon, who had changed shifts with Makoto, sat across from him and said with a gentle expression, "The cultivation you understand must be exercise in the ordinary sense, right?" The kind of intense or persistent, however, ninjas still have another way of cultivating. ”

"Is it like the master's [meditation]?" The monks of the Fire Temple have this way of cultivating, and Zong Chun has also heard of it.

"No, that kind of introspective or settled mental training is too inefficient, and we usually use the top leaf instead—far away, the height of the ninja depends not only on [strength] in the usual sense, but also on [knowledge] - or from your point of view, mystery.

"On the carriage, although you can't do ** or mental training, you can still study knowledge and develop the mystery of your own ninjutsu."

With a layman, Watergate can only be narrated in as plain language as possible.

"Oh," I don't know how much Zong Chun understood, he nodded thoughtfully, and asked again: "There must be a lot of ninjas like Chengjun in your village, right?" ”

"Many?" Mizumon's wry smile was still free: "No, such a guy, the entire Konoha may not exceed 5." ”

Although I only know this one, he added in his heart.

Zong Chun smiled politely and nodded thoughtfully, and no longer asked.

The carriage gradually tilted, and the ravines outside the window seemed to have reached the hilly area where fire and rain meet.