In this world where technology has crooked to his second uncle's house, Naruto's heart is surging for the first time on the phone, and Hinata feels very interesting when he is exposed to such a novel way of talking for the first time.

So the two of them boiled for half a night of slugs.

Talking not face-to-face is always more than face-to-face, Naruto was in a high mood, and said a lot of funny words, the little girl couldn't bear this kind of stimulation, and the temperature of her face never dropped for a night, and she was so hot that the slugs hid.

In the end, the old father-in-law, who still couldn't stand it, came forward to take over Hinata's slug, and it was only after this revolutionary flirtatious girl that this time was full of flirtatation.

Even so, Naruto didn't stop, and Naruto, who was chatting, chatted with his old father-in-law again.

"Good night, uncle, good dreams, over." Sensing that the old father-in-law Chakra in Konoha had a tendency to erupt, Naruto reluctantly put down the slug attached to his ear and pressed it on its stomach.

"Why do you want to press me?" The little slug tilted its head and wondered.

"Uh...."Naruto was asked.

"Also, can Naruto-kun not be so close the next time he speaks, although I am not allergic to human saliva, I am still quite uncomfortable with my senses." The slug twisted its tiny body and jumped from Naruto's palm to the grass, shuttling back and forth among the blades of grass, wiping its body.

"Uh, sorry, I'm used to it." It was the first time Naruto had encountered a phone caller, disgusted that he had a spit when he spoke, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Kakashi was stunned for a moment, Naruto went back to the house and lay down, his mind didn't turn around until the slug controlled Naruto's snail clone to squirm out to graze, Kakashi looked up at the sky and said, "It's really revolutionary enough." ”

"Lord Slug, please tell Hokage-sama about this."

"Okay." The slug tickled its antennae, but it didn't feel anything, just an ordinary conversation.

The night was slightly cool, the sound of insects chirping mixed with the sound of snails pulling grass, Kakashi looked up at the starry sky, his eyes blurred, reminiscing about the past.

If that were the case, would you have made that choice?

"Kakashi? Did you hear that? Tsunade's voice rang out in his ears, and Kakashi came back to his senses, turning his head to meet the snail that was foaming grass in its mouth, and the slugs on its head.

"I hear you."

"Tell me what he came up with."

"Do you think I can know what he thinks?" Kakashi asked rhetorically.

Intelligence is the top priority of ninjas, countless ninjas have died in order to obtain information, and this information they exchanged their lives for is still time-sensitive, and how many ninjas have fallen into the enemy's trap because of outdated information, and have been tied to a stool and broken their teeth, Kakashi has not counted, but it is definitely a lot.

This is still peacetime, and the transmission of orders and intelligence in times of war is even more important.

Konoha who has experienced three world wars has put a lot of effort into this, and the fastest and most convenient thing is to sit in the headquarters with the Yamanaka clan, and transmit information to the outside with high-power equipment to increase the spiritual radiation range, and the information transmission speed is extremely fast, almost as far as the mind goes, but the distance that this speed can transmit is limited, and if you want to transmit it to the battlefield, you also need to establish a transfer station, and the front-line combatants also have to carry the receiver.

Not to mention the cumbersome equipment, it takes a lot of manpower just to hold these transfer stations.

But now that everything is broken, the Hokage can sit in his office and order any squad on the front line to move forward a few tens of meters, and whether there is a detonation charm in that place is another matter, this timeliness is beyond doubt.

Just because a child who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night wants to chat with his girlfriend.

What did he think.

Is it difficult to simulate other people's speech, not difficult, Kakashi remembers that he learned it in less than two hours, and it was not surprising that the slugs would simulate him, and the principle of the slugs transmitting information was very simple, because they were all controlled by a consciousness.

But these two simple things, after so many years, no one has come up with the idea of combining them.

Is it because we can't play or is he too good at playing?

That night, Kakashi tossed and turned for half a night without figuring it out.

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The next morning, Naruto got up to receive the memories from the clones released last night, was confused for a while, flushed his head with cold water to clear his brain, and then released a bunch of doppelgangers and sent them to various places.

Unlike in the past, today there is one more doppelganger who goes to Miaomu Mountain.

"It's better, I'm Uzumaki Grylls, today I'm going to dive into the legendary Miaomu Mountain, and show you the whole process of cultivating immortals for the second time by the toad immortal, one of the three ninjas, look, sitting in front of the oil pool over there with a naked upper body in and out is Zilaiya, maybe there is a gap with everyone's imagination, but this is all because of force majeure, and it is normal for people to have a small belly when they reach middle age..."

Zilai's eyelids are beating wildly, I deliberately chose to come in the morning, and I can still be blocked by you, are you sent by God to oppose me.

Also, what do you mean by recording me? Who do you want to show it to?

"Bang."

Fukasaku Immortal pulled down Jiraiya with a stick and said lightly: "Meditation." ”

Perfect immortals are perfect, and imperfections have their own flaws.

Fukasaku Immortal didn't know what the problem was with Jiraiya, so he chose to start from scratch and investigate step by step.

Of course, there is no need for the dripping oil step, because there is not much oil left in Miaomu Mountain.

The black stick pumped an abnormal pain, after many years, Zilai also recalled the fear of being dominated by the black stick, stretched out his hands to his back and rubbed it, and saw the clone who was still laughing and shooting, and his hands were angry.

"O scoundrel."

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