"Good morning, Yasuo-kun."

"Orochimaru, don't suddenly stretch your neck over, although the software transformation is a great invention, I still need time to digest it."

At noon the next day, Yasuo, who had worked overtime until late at night yesterday, got up from the bed in a daze and pouted, but Orochimaru's neck suddenly extended in a strange arc and greeted Yasuo.

"It's Yasuo-kun, that big stupid guy from Jiraiya was so scared that he fell to the ground yesterday."

Looking at Orochimaru with a smile on his lips, Yasuo nodded.

You see, what a good little fresh meat, beautiful boy, snow-white and pink, and now he will tell jokes.

God knows how Orochimaru fell into darkness step by step in the original time and space under the nose of the old man Fei of the Chicken Soup Master.

This master is really disqualified.

Therefore, the old society turned people into ghosts, and the new society turned ghosts into people.

But then again......

Yasuo put the baby away, dipped his fingers in some water, quickly washed it, and swaggered out.

As he walked, he said, "Did that guy come back from Mt. Miaoki?" ”

"Yo, Yasuo, your days are so chic!"

Yasuo looked at it, and it turned out that he was also dressed in a five-person six-person outfit, and was sitting next to the coffee table and waving to him.

How to say it, this kind of temperament Yasuo is very familiar no matter how you look at it, it is a strong dog atmosphere.

I haven't written a little yellow book yet, have I?

How did you make a fortune?

Yasuo was a little puzzled.

Not only Jiraiya was in the room, but Orochimaru, Tsunade, and Iko were also sitting aside, and several people were playing a simple version of the Five Kingdoms Killing.

Judging from the fact that Jiraiya's head is full of notes, and Tsunade's forehead is bare, there is no gambling between friends, just a simple pastime.

At this time, Keiko, who was wearing an apron, leaned out of the kitchen and shouted, "Today is really a good day, Yasuo, you go to the martial arts arena to get your brother back, it's a big lunch today." ”

Yasuo said with a puzzled expression: "Just to celebrate the return of Jiraiya's cultivation?" ”

"What, can't you?"

Keiko knocked Yasuo's head with a rice spoon and said, "Jiraiya has brought me a lot of gifts, and I have a lot more heart than you, and ...... He's not the only guest today......"

"And Tsunade, I've seen it all, they're all guys who can eat!"

Yasuo covered his head and muttered out of the room, there was no data mode, Yasuo-kun was really afraid of pain......

But speaking of which, can Tsunade be considered a guest if he comes to eat twice in three days?

Probably not, right?

It should be counted as ...... Family...... It's the same as Orochimaru.

Feeling that there was no problem with his judgment, Yasuo nodded and walked briskly towards the training ground.

......

"Huh?"

When passing by Iko's hut, I don't know if it's an illusion, but vaguely, Yasuo seems to hear the baby's cry.

But then he shook his head, the land of the Qimu clan is almost extinct, where is the baby, after all, Yasuo's plan to revitalize the Qimu clan by marrying a wife is still far away.

As for Shuo Mao, that guy is a magician and knows how to use a hammer.

I must have heard it wrong, with my consciousness of asking for someone, I inserted so many true eyes, how could it be wrong.

Yasuo shook his head, and without careful observation, he didn't care about this matter anymore, bypassed a few abandoned old houses, and walked to the Qimu family's martial arts arena.

......

The martial arts arena was a very unfamiliar place for Yasuo, although it was less than fifty meters away from his bedroom.

But since he completely lost interest in the family ninja sword, Yasuo hasn't been here for a long time.

Open ...... It's a bad habit, but I can't quit it......

Work hard or something, let's leave it to Shuomao and them to do it......

..........

I haven't been here for too long, and Yasuo was secretly surprised when he saw the layout of the martial arts arena at this time.

It's almost a copy of the purgatory setting of the Shadow Training Place!

As far as Yasuo knew, there was a time when the training department used a set of training methods with super exaggerated loads in order to bring out the full potential of the ninjas being trained.

Basically, the ninjas cultivated in this way are all powerful warriors who are not afraid of death, but once they are old and weak, they will soon be riddled with diseases, and the evening scene is quite bleak.

Here I have to praise my mentor Uncle Sima Zang.

That kind of training method that exterminates humanity is naturally from the handwriting of Shimura Tuanzang, who is extremely vicious, insidious and ruthless, and whose crimes are too numerous to mention.

But in the past six months, as Sima Zang became the deputy head of the dark department and gradually took over the work of the dark department, the training method of overdrawing life has been basically abolished.

At the end of the day, Yasuo felt that it was his own credit.

As a peer of the Thousand Hands Pillar, Sima Zang is no longer young.

If you don't have your own service master, who is meticulous in everything, before and after the saddle, you don't have yourself to offer all kinds of fried chicken, pork head meat, barbecued pork rice, cola, orange water, and cream pudding on time and on time every day......

Master, his old man must have already gone to the west!

Even if I didn't burp, I wouldn't be able to work overtime every day like I am now.

Otherwise, how could the original time and space allow the group to hide in the shadows and cover the sky with one hand?

So his daily filial piety to the master is not adding to the blockage of Tuan Zang?

Yasuo felt that his ideas were impeccable and had no problems.

Those who are good at fighting have no great feats!

It was under the bottom that the wind Yasuo, the iron-blooded sword hero, the curve saved the village, and once again guarded Konoha!

......

Then again, I didn't expect that although the dark department was abolished, Shuo Mao was still practicing such a dangerous cultivation at home, no wonder he was originally a short-lived ghost.

But now......

Although Shuo Mao is a little old-fashioned, although he is a little stronger, although he is a little scared in order to become stronger......

But with his capable younger brother, is all this still a thing?

Thinking like this, Yasuo didn't bother to correct Shuo Mao's self-harming behavior, anyway, if the practice was wasted, he could milk back.

My stupid Ernie sauce, it's really worry-free!

Shaking his head, Yasuo walked into the martial arts arena, intending to see if Shuo Mao had trained himself to waste.

"Huh?"

Yasuo stood in the wind, his thoughts a little scattered.

said that the heart of Xiangwu is good, is there death or life?

said that in order to revive the family, would you rather overdraft your life?

What about sweating like rain and challenging yourself?

Does the white-haired boy who was sleeping on the training equipment and the flask rolling in the wind on the ground have anything to do with these words?

"Iko...... Listen to me......"

"Yellow, let's go......"

Suddenly, a few muffled dreams broke the silence, and Yasuo looked at Shuo Mao, who was struggling but unable to wake up, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought......

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