PS: Today's first shift ~ ask for tickets

For the ninja school, how many memories will a ninja or even a shadow-level powerhouse have?

I guess it varies from person to person.

Like the three generations, the brilliant and glorious life of Konoha and White Fang, countless magnificent memories, have probably covered up that green years... However, for Zhenyong and Watergate, this is a place that will never be forgotten in this life.

Whether it is the boy who was lifeless and focused on hugging his thighs, or the boy with blonde hair and the smell of sunshine even breathing, this is the place where dreams begin...

In the familiar classroom, Zhenyong had dozed off here more than once because of his hard cultivation last night.

The familiar apricot tree, it was here that Zhenyong met the vultures for the first time.

The familiar courtyard wall, the white-haired, unscrupulous young man, was here to take him as an apprentice, and since then he has embarked on the road of a true ninja...

There are so many things that need to be recalled, and there are so many things that can be used to sigh...

So... So...

"Whew... shijie is so wonderful, but I'm so grumpy, it's not good... Not good..."

Zhenyong desperately suppressed the green tendons that were beating on his forehead - although he had long known that with his and Mizumon's current identities, it would probably be impossible for them to visit little Kakashi directly, but he really forgot how the three generations in the original book came to visit Naruto and his party...

Behind the blackboard is a secret compartment - and as the head of Konoha Roots, Mayu can only endure the heat of early spring, and the noise of children chirping, peeking through a small hole to see his target...

It's nothing short of torture!!

Where's Jiraiya Sensei!? What about the old man of the third generation!?

Hurry up and hand over the telescope technique!!

Although his heart is roaring wildly, the true courage that has been cultivated for many years is not so unhappy that he will not show any unhappiness on his expression...

If only there are outsiders here... But now there's only a water gate around me, in that case...

"Damn! If I had known that I was going to suffer this living crime, it would have been better to explain to the school that we were here to inspect! ”

"Uh... Bear with me. "Compared to Zhenyong's mania, Watergate is obviously more open-minded... Of course, this is probably related to the fact that he is about to become a teacher - although Zhenyong has also been teaching Satsuki Silver Ninjutsu and the cultivation of blood stains in the past few years, it's just that this kind of guidance is more inclined to private secret transmission, and there is still a difference in the relationship between master and apprentice "Konoha graduates are theoretically randomly assigned, because of the personal wishes of Mr. Shuo Mao and me, three generations of adults have already made arrangements... You know, it's theoretically out of line, if you show up now..."

"..."Regarding Mizumon's worry, Zhenyong could only give him a helpless glance - he hadn't entered the power center of Konoha yet, so he didn't know anything about these things at all... It's like the "pig deer butterfly" of each generation.,It seems to be the class division of the children of other big families in the original book.,Basically, each class is a reconnaissance.,A main station.,A combination of ninjutsu.,Of course, except for Naruto's class... You say it's a random lot!? If you say I'll believe it!? Therefore, these so-called random ninjas are originally just ninjas for civilians, and their leading teachers are generally just middle ninjas... Seedlings with potential, or background, have long been gathered together... So, Watergate's worries are simply unnecessary.

"Ann, Ann, what do you say, are you just looking at it today!?"

"Hehe, of course not~"

Watergate rarely showed a sly smile, and a morning class has finally ended, and in the afternoon, it will be the most important practical drill...

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"Ladies and gentlemen, please come here to gather!"

Kimura is very nervous today because two of his former students will be infiltrating his class and taking some tests that only the big guys can participate in... Although he still tried to keep his voice calm, the slightly trembling voice was really unconvincing... Fortunately, for this group of imps, the most they think is that their teacher is not feeling well today.

"This afternoon's class is a practical exercise," he clapped his hands, telling everyone to focus their attention, "Considering that everyone is this year's graduates, today's test will be a little special." ”

Kimura handed out the white masks one by one, and although they weren't as elaborate as the equipment of the Dark Division, it was still difficult to distinguish the identity of each person with these masks.

What's to be done?

In the crowd, the young Kakashi began to equip his inherent prop - the mask - at some point. More mature than his peers, he vaguely smelled an unusual smell - if it was just an ordinary combat course, the school would not have to make it like this - not being able to distinguish identities meant that they had to fight on their own, that is, to a large extent, it was a consideration of personal combat power, no, or...

"What?" Compared to Obito in the original book, his parents were lucky to escape the night of the extermination of the clan and he was not much different from that time, although, without the object of comparison, he was no longer regarded as the tail of the crane as he was then, but that optimism... Or rather, naïve, nothing has changed. "It's like playing a game, and it doesn't look like a ninja no matter how you look at it."

…

"Okay, everyone is ready to talk, just follow me, our goal today is... Fourth Training Ground, Forest of Death. ”

The children all wore masks, and they were deeply shocked by the words "Forest of Death", but they didn't realize it... Even Kakashi didn't, and two figures that didn't exist had quietly joined their ranks.