What happened to the mountain behind Konoha no one knows and no one cares.

Ninjas are such a group of people, for ordinary people, like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, which is not only unattainable, but also deep and cold, you have to come out and worship it, who cares when it will be covered by dark clouds.

In the middle of the shopping street.

A middle-aged uncle who is leisurely squeezing a string of takoyaki to eat is talking to another middle-aged uncle who is selling a cart of takoyaki.

"Tsk, boss, your skills are good, and the takoyaki is a good thief." A middle-aged uncle exclaimed while eating.

"That's not it! The takoyaki I made Kozo Sayama is also famous on this street...... Rebellious? Uncle Sayama weighed it in his heart for a while.

A middle-aged uncle rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "These idioms are not used like this......"

"Oh? Is it? Uncle Sayama hurriedly took out a dictionary from behind him and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

Damn, are you serious......

The corners of a middle-aged uncle's mouth trembled.

At this moment, a short-haired girl suddenly appeared, snatched Uncle Sayama's dictionary, and shouted scoldingly: "Daddy! The takoyaki is almost scorched! What other dictionaries do you read! ”

"Oh yes, yes, yes! My takoyaki is about to burn, and Keiko is afraid that she will complain about me again! Uncle Sayama put down the dictionary and hurriedly flipped through the takoyaki.

A middle-aged uncle watched from the sidelines and was very interesting.

It's just that why does this little girl look so familiar?

"Hey, it's weaving?" Uncle Sayama only turned his head to look at the short-haired girl at this time, his face was a little dazed, "Didn't you go on a date?" Why did you come back so soon? ”

"No! Daddy, don't talk nonsense, okay! The short-haired girl blushed with anger and shouted, "I just went to the graduation party of the class, so I didn't go on a date or anything!" ”

Uncle Sayama touched the back of his head and said with a smile: "It turned out to be a graduation party?" Iori has graduated, that is, to become a ninja adult, Keiko will be very happy to know it! No, I'm going back and tell Keiko. ”

Uncle Sayama ran away in a hurry.

The stumbling figure looked very embarrassed.

During this period, an ecstatic shout came out of the mouth of this stubble-covered uncle: "Keiko! Keiko! Our family is going to become a ninja! Keiko, did you hear that! ”

"Daddy! You...... You go carefully......"

Sayama Orii looked at the cheering back, and there was a bit of sadness on the white and lovely face like a porcelain doll.

Unlike this girl's sad appearance, the surrounding vendors all smiled and pointed to the figure of Uncle Sayama leaving.

The sound is not small.

Words such as "fool", "madman", "useless man" and so on filled the entire shopping street.

Sayama pursed her lips, her eyes a little red, but she didn't refute anything.

She walked to the front of the hawker's cart, silently tended to the storefront, and then shouted with all her might: "Takoyaki!" The best takoyaki in the commercial street is only 15 yuan a string! Come and see! ”

A middle-aged uncle glanced around.

After his last snack, he casually threw the small wooden skewer into the trash can set up on the side of the road.

"Girl, aren't you going to take care of your father?" A middle-aged uncle asked.

Sayama Orii shook her head and said, "That's the only path that Dad recognizes, and he knows it...... No, he always felt like his mom was waiting for him at home, so he knew how to get home. ”

"What happened to your father?"

"When I was just one year old, my dad watched my mom get killed by a youkai, so I became what I am now."

"Youkai? The so-called monsters are just some powerful life forms that ordinary people can't accept, but when did Konoha Village make trouble with youkai? ”

When Sayama Orii heard this, he suddenly gritted his teeth and roared: "It's a demon fox, it's a demon fox, it shakes its nine tails, and it destroys many houses, and my mother hugs me tightly in order to protect me, so that I don't get hit by broken wood and broken bricks, but ...... But she herself died, stoned alive......"

A middle-aged uncle's pupils shrank.

"I see, I think I know what you're talking about."

"You know?"

Weaving raised her head, lowered her head again, her eyes glazed.

I don't think I should have brought up this girl's sadness.

"Hey, little boss, how do you sell this takoyaki?" A middle-aged uncle shook his hand in front of the weaving clothes.

"Huh?" Weaving clothes came back to his senses, "Fifteen yuan is a bunch, uncle, didn't you just buy a bunch to eat?" ”

"Oh, people are old, and their brains are not good, why do you still care about your young age." A middle-aged uncle complained.

But I didn't see how old you are, uncle-Weaving secretly complained.

If the child is willing to tell him what he thinks sincerely, he will probably be very happy.

"Little boss, bring me ten channel takoyaki!" Someone said decisively.

"Yay? Uncle, have you eaten so much? ”

"Shouldn't you gleefully say 'good guest' at this time?"

"But uncle, have you eaten so much?"

"It's all said, you should ask me to pay quickly! If you don't ask me to give money again, I'll regret what I just pretended to be a local tyrant! ”

"But uncle, you really can't eat so much!"

"Oops! Why are you so long-winded, little girl! You can procrastinate in doing anything, but you must be neat when collecting money! This is for the teacher...... Ah......h This is the way of doing business taught by your uncle, remember! ”

A middle-aged uncle directly stuffed Sayama Orii with a silver ticket, took ten takoyaki, and quickly left the commercial street.

Weaving Yi took the silver ticket in a daze, looked down, and was startled.

100,000 yen silver ticket?!

"Huh! Uncle! Don't go! You have too much money in denominations, and you can't find it in the shop! Do you have any change? Huh! You're back! ”

Weaving called out loudly.

A middle-aged uncle stumbled when he heard this, and almost hit the street.

Girl, you are so honest in business, take jujube pills!

Sayama Orii blinked, a little confused.

"Anyway, why does this uncle's back look so much like bastard Mizuki? No, not only the back, but also the tone and movements, all of which are the same as the bastard Mizuki! It's hard to ......"

A glint of wisdom flashed in the eyes of the weaver.

"Could it be that this is the bastard Mizuki's father?!"

"Well, absolutely!"

Someone who was gradually disappearing into the shopping street suddenly sneezed.

Weaving Yi looked at the silver ticket in his hand in confusion, and suddenly found that there was a white paper folded under the silver ticket.

She took it out, and a diagram of the meridians of the human body came into view, with a blue curve flowing along the meridians into an unfamiliar route.

Chakra operation chart?

Weaving clothes were startled, and turned back to the paper, on which was written a familiar and extremely ugly handwriting.

[Shadow Clone's Technique: B-level ninjutsu, based on the principle of equal division of chakra, separates a clone with a real body and a certain sense of self, which can be used to train oneself in many ways, such as separating a shadow clone to practice chakra control, after withdrawing the technique, the experience exercised by the shadow clone will automatically return to the body, but there is a certain load, and the number of safe clones is one to three. 】

[Sealing technique: 壬 (crossed hands). 】

"This ...... This is ......."

Orii was dumbfounded.

There's nothing to instruct and nothing to motivate.

What kind of mentality is it?

Mizuki couldn't tell.

He didn't say a word to his students.

Even if he says a word like "hard work", "struggle", "persistence", he is not interested.

Most of what can be given is given, which is not selfless dedication, but just a whim.

How far you can go depends on your own creation.

"Tsk, I'm not a good teacher."

Mizuki carried the takoyaki and walked up to the Hokage Rock.

The sun is completely obscured by the night.

The dark world is far quieter than the bright day.

Mizuki ate his last dinner in Konoha with relish.

Watching the darkness and waiting for the dawn.