Chapter 169: New

Arriving at the training ground in the snow-covered forest, Naruto saw the new wooden stakes that had just been replaced from a distance, and slowly walked to the middle of the training ground and stopped.

He turned his head to look at Jiraiya, who had arrived slowly, and suddenly asked.

"Since it's actual combat training, is it all according to the real situation of the battle, I mean to let go of one's nature or something."

"Nature?" Jiraiya didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and was still kept in the dark, and said casually, "Whatever, you can fight as much as you want." ”

After saying that, Jiraiya stretched out a hand and smiled sneeringly.

"I'll give you a hand."

"Okay." Naruto smiled, there was no shadow clone, and he directly rushed forward with a curve with one hand, "Old thing, stretch your neck and die!" ”

Hearing this, Jiraiya frowned, and his fists suddenly clenched.

"What a bastard!"

With a few thuds, Jiraiya's figure flickered, and he kicked Naruto's wrist directly. The spiral pill suddenly covered the snow uncontrollably, and suddenly turned the ground out of the big pit!

"Oh, didn't you say you wanted to be real?" Naruto clutched his wrists, grinning in pain.

"It's quite real now, at least the beating is real." Jiraiya was full of silver hair, clapped his hands and said, "That's it for today, it's snowing heavily." ”

"You have now mastered the Spiral Pill, and a winter's hard work has not been in vain."

"In one winter, only a talented person like me can learn a ninjutsu so quickly." Naruto wasn't embarrassed in the slightest, his speed was really okay.

At least now the only person who can do Spiral Pill is Jiraiya and him, and if a battle breaks out, when facing the enemy, this move can often surprise and hit the opponent hard.

"Almost, so-so." Jiraiya scratched his head.

The wind was stronger, and the snow was falling whirring. The two of them began to look back, and their eyes were white. There was hardly any sound in the forest except for the sound of cold wind and snow.

It was as if the whole world had fallen silent, and Naruto walked in silence. Jilai is also two positions behind, one foot deep and one foot shallow in the snow, occasionally stepping on dead branches, making a crackling sound.

When I returned to the village, the sounds around me began to liven up.

Children with thick cotton hats and cotton gloves are running through the streets, shouting lines from ninja games, and the snow they grab is used as a shuriken.

Jiraiya and Naruto stood by the street and watched for a moment as the children slammed the white snow against the red wall. The tiles on the old wall were smashed and fell on the thick layer of snow and no one cared.

Naruto looked at everything in front of him, and his mind remembered the red-walled and snow-white Moshan Mountain, and he only thought it was funny, and Wan'er smiled.

Jiraiya, who was standing beside him, suddenly patted Naruto on the shoulder, and Naruto turned around to see an awkward smile on his face, as if he was a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Naruto was slightly stunned and asked, "Lustful Immortal, what's wrong with you?" ”

"That." He held out his hand and pointed at the struggling children, a flattering smile on his face.

He blinked, the kind of smile he'd seen in his life. It was a winter night, and my grandfather, who had been lost for five years, was sent back by someone from the police station.

The shiny military coat was covered with heavy snow on the shoulders, and the hands were swollen and red from the cold, but he grabbed a seven-year-old child's toy and handed it to the sixteen-year-old.

With this flattering and embarrassed smile on his face, he gasped hard and said.

"Take it, play."

"What?" He came back to his senses, his voice a little hoarse, and he coughed and asked.

Jilai also laughed dryly, his finger still pointing at the group of children who threw snowballs, and asked with some restraint.

"Did you play this with your friends as a kid?"

"Hmm."

"That's good, that's good." Jiraiya retracted his hand, smiled awkwardly again, and then walked in the direction of the izakaya and shouted loudly.

"Really, you should have a few drinks in this weather!"

Naruto stood there and didn't watch Jiraiya leave, didn't make a sound, and didn't have any expression on his face until the snow fell on his shoulders, and he slowly left.

I'll talk about it later, but Xiao Organization really doesn't have the meaning of existence.

If you have time, you should kill them all.

He doesn't care what grievances others have and what deep hatred they have, all of them are in the west, just kill them all together. Standing in front of the enemy's tombstone to confess is always the most pious moment.

I stepped on the rustling snow and returned home, and the moment the key turned, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Ino in a cyan apron opened the door, his hair was slightly messy, and he was wearing a thick pink sweater under the apron, and he was a little confused when he saw Naruto.

Naruto was also stunned for a moment, he had been training with Jiraiya for the past few months, basically training day and night except for eating and sleeping.

What kind of physical illusion spiral pill, I have practiced it all over again. The effect is certainly significant.

An old Jianghu like Jiraiya has a quick response and enough experience, and his tricks in the battle are endless. Naruto was beaten for a month before he slowly got used to it.

The last training was also to spread anger, so he shook his wit and shouted an old thing, but he didn't expect to be beaten again.

"Why are you here?" Naruto smiled.

"If you want to come, you'll come." Ino pulled him in, tugging at his sleeve with one hand at the entrance and patting the snow off his shoulder with the other, "Training again?" ”

"How do you know?"

"I haven't seen anyone for two or three months, how can I not know, you also underestimate the fame of the adult Zilaiye." Ino put the shoes in front of him and said, "Change your shoes quickly."

With that, Ino hurried to the kitchen.

Naruto was still a little confused, not knowing what was going on with Ino today, so he went into the living room in a daze and stood for a while. Nine-Tails was lying on the exclusive small sofa, already asleep with squinting eyes, and his stomach was slightly undulating.

Water was boiling in the kitchen, and the soup in the pot was beginning to boil, emitting a hint of white steam.

In the living room, under the bright yellow light, Naruto looked towards the kitchen for a long time. Ino walked up to him, stared at him with a frown, and reached out to touch his forehead.

"What's wrong? Silly? Addicted to this girl's beauty? ”

"What day is it?"

"New Year's Festival." Ino sighed and looked at Naruto, "I knew you would forget, so I came here on purpose, how about it?" ”

"Without me, someone would have missed the New Year's festival perfectly."

"Isn't the New Year's festival a few days away?" Naruto asked after a moment's pause.

"You're confused, aren't you?" Ino crossed his waist and said, snorting lightly, "Cultivation has broken my brain, I'm afraid no one will want it in the future." ”

"Thank you, Ino."

"That kind of thing. I don't need to thank you for that." Ino's face turned a little red, "I think the atmosphere is weird." ”

"It's as if"

Ino said it too quietly for Naruto to hear, and he had already rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen. As expected, Ino's specialty is very limited, and he cooks a lot of soup in one pot.

He sighed silently, took the ingredients out of the refrigerator, and began to do it himself. Ino saw that Naruto was cooking, so he sat nervously on the sofa.

It was with great difficulty that she mustered up the courage, and although she pretended not to be nervous at the door, but.

"Ino." Naruto suddenly poked his head out of the kitchen and shouted.

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"Come with me to meet someone later."

"Huh? Who to meet? ”

(End of chapter)