"Zona ......" I sighed softly, and removed my hand from her waist, covering her forehead, forcing her to tilt her face back and straighten up again.

I pressed her into my arms and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, my wrists touching her thin collarbones, but they felt thin. I had to worry about her mental state and how much pressure she was under: "You just lack some practical experience. Soon, you'll be stronger. ”

"So......" As if sensing that there was someone behind her who could really be relied on, she unconsciously relaxed her slightly tense body, and asked in a daze: "Where can I get more actual combat experience?" ”

I said, "When you graduate from the ninja school, you will be assigned a leader to lead the shinobi, and you will definitely learn a lot from him." ”

Like, Rachel, whatever.

But Zana suddenly turned around and suddenly leaned into my arms.

She raised her face and looked at me with wide eyes: "What about you?" Why don't you teach me? ”

It was a little too close, and I couldn't help but take a step back.

“…… I'm not going to teach you how to do it. I said, "If you want to learn, just watch me figure it out." ”

After all...... A large part of the skills in the game don't need to be sealed.,The other part is just a gesture.,I don't know what the complete seal of some ninjutsu looks like.,How can it be taught!?

However, in the case that even I don't know the complete seal gesture, it is completely impossible for Sana to figure it out by himself just by observing.

I thought that Zana would frown, thinking that my request was too harsh, but I didn't expect that she would respond very seriously: "Okay." ”

I couldn't help but feel a little weak, so I had to make up for it a little: "...... I can train with you whenever you want. ”

Zana pursed her lips, as if she had made up her mind. "Good!"

"And," I said, "you're going to school today." Go take a shower and change your clothes and head out, or you'll be late. ”

Zana was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall in the room, and hurriedly ran in.

But as soon as she rushed into her room to get a change of clothes, she didn't know what she remembered, and rushed out to look at me.

I followed her and walked calmly into the cloister—my body was already at school anyway, so I wouldn't be late—just as I saw her enter the room and suddenly turned around and stood in the doorway looking at me in a daze.

I asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

And Zana looked at me worriedly: "Brother Itachi, when I take a bath, will you disappear?" ”

In line with the creed of sending the Buddha to the West and good people doing it to the end, I said, "I will always be there until you go out." ”

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Zana didn't know what to think, and a different kind of brilliance suddenly appeared in his dark eyes.

"Then you must wait for me!"

With that, she turned again and went into the room, and rushed into the bathroom with her clothes.

I looked at the fifteen minutes left before she went out, and thought to myself that she probably hadn't eaten breakfast, so I went into the kitchen.

What can be used......

I, manipulating the appearance of [Shadow Uchiha Itachi], wearing a dark uniform, and carrying a dark ninja knife behind my back, opened the refrigerator with a completely unhome image, and looked at the empty situation inside, frowning slightly.

This frowning gesture was placed on the face of the expressionless Uchiha Itachi, as if I was not a refrigerator in front of me, but someone I was going to hack the other party to death with a knife.

Very shy.

And I watched an animated short film before, which tells the plot of how the Uchiha Itachi in the robe of Akatsuki beats eggs, but I can't remember the final result, it seems to burn down the entire kitchen? It's like a successful fried egg.

However, cooking in a robe and a dark uniform is obviously half a catty and a tael - it doesn't match the kitchen at all.

Just when I was worried that Qiao Woman would be embarrassed to cook without rice, fortunately, I found a bag of toast and a few eggs at the bottom of the refrigerator.

and a box of cherry tomatoes cultivated as a fruit rather than as a vegetable.

I took the pan that was on the stovetop and rinsed it under the faucet, then turned on the fire on the stovetop. When the water in the pot was boiled dry on high heat and the pan began to heat up, I took out the cutting board, set it on the cooking table, picked two slices of toast, took a kitchen knife from the knife holder, and cut each rectangular slice of toast into four small pieces.

Then take out a larger bowl, beat two eggs into it, stir the egg mixture well, and at this time, the pot is almost hot.

I found a bottle of olive oil that was still a little left, and I poured it in, when I heard a "sizzling" sound jumping through the otherwise quiet room.

I picked out a pair of chopsticks, put eight small pieces of toast into the egg mixture, coated them in a layer on the front and back, left and right, and then fried them in the pan.

When the edges turn golden and the caramel color is slightly burnt, you can take it out and filter the oil and put it on a plate.

I was wondering if I should fry another poached egg when Zana opened the bathroom door and took a battle shower.

She had apparently heard something before, so as soon as she came out, she walked straight to the kitchen, and then froze in the doorway.

Okay, then don't fry the eggs, I guess it's too late.

I washed a few small tomatoes and put them next to the toast as a breakfast adjunct, and on the same plate, the red fruit was dotted with golden and crispy toast, and there was a bit of artistic plating.

It was perfect!

I turned around with my plate and smiled at her. "Hungry? Pad your stomach first. ”

Zana stood there stupidly, not speaking or moving.

I just walked over and said, "Raise your hand." ”

Zana raised her hand in a daze.

I put the plate in her palm and said, "Take it." ”

She obediently took the plate and looked down at the toast on the plate, which was originally ordinary and unremarkable, because it had been left for several days, and the taste was getting more and more dry and unpalatable. At the moment, it exudes an enticing aroma and ironing heat that looks so different.

I turned around and turned off the heat, took the pan to the faucet to rinse, turned my back to her and casually asked, "You don't even have oil in your house." You don't usually cook? So what do you eat? Do you eat out all of them? ”

Zana whispered, "I'...... Cook the rice balls. ”

Hearing this, I turned my head to look at her, put the pan back in place, and said helplessly: "When you were growing up, you ate rice balls every day?" No wonder it's so thin. ”

Seeing that she was still standing still, I was a little surprised and said, "What's wrong?" Don't you like it? ”

Zana immediately shook her head vigorously.

"Then why don't you go eat it soon?" I laughed helplessly: "When it's cold, it won't taste good." Hurry up and finish eating, blow dry your hair and go to school. ”

Seeing that she was only then moving, I finished tidying up the kitchen, washed my hands and walked out.

It was not easy to sit down with the dark ninja knife behind my back, so I untied the long knife, put it on my knees, knelt beside Saona, looked at her and said, "Is it delicious?" ”

Zana nodded like a small animal, and then handed over the remaining two pieces of toast.

I smiled, "I don't eat it." It's all yours. ”

"Why? Isn't Itachi hungry? ”

"I told you, I'm dead." I smiled and carried through the premise, "I don't need to eat, and I can't eat." ”

Zana was stunned.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "That'...... Shall I burn it to you? ”

"Poof." Even Uchiha Itachi's expression management ability is super strong, but he can't resist the joy of this sentence.

And seeing me laugh, Zana blinked her eyes in a daze, and then seemed to feel a rare hint of happiness, biting her lip and softening her eyebrows.

"Itachi," she said, ......, "you look like my mother." ”

Me: "...... Well?! ”