"What's going on?"

Guanyue sat on a chair and sipped a cup of hot tea slowly.

The tea is on the table, the hot water is also ready-made, the kettle is very full, he makes tea by himself, and drinks some hot to warm his body, the cold climate of the country of rain is really uncomfortable, although he does not have to worry about the problem of cold and illness with his physique, but the hot tea is still very attractive.

He was now alone in this tent, which belonged to Shuo Mao, and was at least the residence of the commander, occupying a tent alone, with tables, chairs, beds, and hot water at all times.

"It's really good, the treatment of the big guys is really different."

Guanyue has experienced the life of the military camp since he came to the Land of Rain two years ago, and several of them are crammed into a tent with Yiyu, but there is no treatment of occupying a tent alone.

"When you think about it, this war has been going on for more than two years."

"That's right, the war has been going on for two years."

Shuo Mao lifted the curtain and strode in.

"Teacher."

Guanyue put down the teacup and quickly stood up.

"Sit down, when did you become so restrained, you haven't seen each other for more than two years, are you rusty?" Shuo Mao smiled and waved his hand, and sat straight on the edge of the bed.

"Hehe, isn't this about respecting the teacher!"

Guanyue made Shuo Mao a cup of tea and sat back in his chair.

The master and apprentice both silently sipped the slightly bitter tea, looked at each other, they hadn't seen each other for two years, Shuo Mao had not changed much, but there were a little more vicissitudes on his face, and the rush on the battlefield was really tiring.

Ninja is not a profession for longevity.

The vast majority of ninjas are difficult to live to the end of their lives, even if they don't die on the battlefield, they are lucky enough to live to the age of forty or fifty, and their bodies will also have serious decay, which is the evil result of excessive overdraft of the body in the early years, unless those with strong bloodlines or talented guys, otherwise they can't escape this miserable end.

Shuo Mao looked directly at Guanyue, compared to two years ago, Guanyue's height has jumped a little bit, even if he sits, he can see that he has grown a lot taller, and his body is stronger than before, his eyes are as calm as ever, when he first met in Vortex Village, he felt that Guanyue was much more mature than his peers.

However, he himself has not dealt with children much, so he doesn't think there is anything strange, and there are many freaks in the ninja world who are all kinds of talented freaks, and it is not uncommon for him to be as precocious as Guanyue.

"It's already a middle ninja, and your progress is far faster than I expected, much faster." Shuo Mao broke the silence.

"Hawkers, luck, my luck is good, I killed a cloud ninja Shangnin, although I almost died myself." Guanyue replied with a teacup.

"Luck? Luck······ Good luck is also part of strength, many strong people just lack a little luck, and finally lose their lives, I hope your good luck can be maintained. ”

Shuo Mao's words made Guanyue stunned, he didn't expect Konoha White Fang to believe in such an unreliable thing as luck.

Yes, something that is unreliable, not something that is unreliable.

Guanyue believes in the existence of luck, but luck is the most unreliable thing, rather than relying on this kind of thing, it is better to make more preparations, and practice more on weekdays, which is far more certain than praying for the so-called luck.

"Accident? Once you've been on the battlefield for a long time, you'll know that luck can really matter sometimes······ Don't talk about this, I'll give you this first. ”

Shuo Mao dragged out a small wooden box from under the bed, boxy, opened the box, and took out a long wooden box, about fifty centimeters long.

The first time he saw the box, Guanyue's heart began to beat faster, he vaguely knew what was inside, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the long wooden box.

"Hah, do you care?"

Shuo Mao noticed the gaze of the moon and shook the long wooden box in his hand.

"Well, there's ······ inside."

"I promised you a gift, I originally wanted to celebrate you becoming a lower ninja, but I didn't expect you to become a middle ninja directly, open it and take a look."

Shuo Mao simply stuffed the box over.

Take the long wooden box, unbuckle it, and carefully open the lid.

A little cold light flickered, making his pupils shrink instinctively.

The short knife lay quietly in the box, the blade shimmered like ice and snow, the edge had a light silver-gray pattern imprint, and the handle was wooden, and it was firmly wrapped in black muslin.

"The blade is 20 centimeters long, the handle is 12 centimeters long, and the whole field is 32 centimeters, a real master's creation, a first-class good knife, and the penetration of the chakra is also the first-class level······"

Shuo Mao pointed to the short knife, counted its messages, and told Guanyue one by one.

"Now······ It's yours. ”

At the end, Shuo Mao made a conclusion and looked at the moon with a smile.

After a simple test of the feel, he put the knife into the sheath and carried the short knife on his back, just like Shuo Mao's dress.

"Teacher, you came to me in such a hurry, not just because you wanted to give me a gift?"

Guanyue asked tentatively, he had just made a trek all the way over, and Shuo Mao took him away from the large army in such a hurry, it was too hasty, if it was just a simple gift, there was no need to be in such a hurry.

"That's right, there are other reasons for coming to you, the details are a bit complicated, listen carefully."

Shuo Mao held the teacup as a curling white mist rose in front of him, blurring his face.

······

"Scout······ Tasks? ”

Guanyue scratched his head.

It's not a simple thing.

"A report from the village about you, you have mastered the unique perceptual ninjutsu of your Uzumaki clan, right? And the innate huge amount of chakra, you can frequently use the technique of shadow clone, and you can also escape the art of stealth, as a sharp soldier to detect the enemy's situation is the most convenient, of course, this kind of task is very dangerous, the mortality rate is extremely high, but relatively, it can also be more temperable, what do you think? ”

"Spikes? But I've never had that kind of training, can I? This shouldn't be the same as a normal patrol or chase mission, right? ”

"It's different, and it's a bit of a ······ for you to say that. Not. Shuo Mao put down the teacup in his hand and pinched his chin with a troubled look.

"Well, anyway, there's no hurry for the time being, although you have been to the Land of Rain, you haven't really seen what a battlefield is, and after you have enough understanding of war, it may be more suitable at that time."

There were bursts of noisy human voices outside the tent, but it seemed to be far away, and when it reached the ears of the master and apprentice, it was already pure noise.

[Ear Power Enhancement], on.

With the thought in his heart, the noisy and low voice in Guanyue's ears suddenly became loud and clear, and the chaotic footsteps of the patrolling ninjas could be heard, complaints about the weather, curses to the sand ninjas, and so on.

"Sand Shinobi seems to have retreated."