It doesn't matter, Lord Kazekage will make a move

Chapter 244 Pansies

Whoosh-!
The shuriken pierced through the shade of the tree, and cut off a small toothpick exposed from behind the trunk. A thin, white-haired boy in a Konoha uniform and half a mask on his face landed not far away, looking at That toothpick, said lightly: "You lost again, Asma."

"Not always."

The voice of speaking resounded from the tree crown behind him, and immediately a icy bitter tree hung around his neck.

With a toothpick in his mouth, Asma stood upside down, with a branch between his legs, and tapped Kakashi's shoulder with Kunai's back, and said with a tricky smile on his face: "Kakashi, I made the same mistake. I won't do it again."

"I won't use the same trick a second time."

boom--!
The 'Kakashi' in front of Asma's eyes suddenly turned into a piece of wood, and immediately, Kakashi's voice sounded from behind him.

Asma was slightly dazed, and couldn't help opening her mouth, and the toothpick in her mouth fell to the ground with gravity.

He sighed, shook his head and came down from the tree: "I still can't beat you ~ Kakashi."

Kakashi did not respond, but picked up the Kunai that had just been shot and put it back in his pocket.

"Come out from Anbu, it feels like you haven't changed at all~"

Asma picked up the toothpick on the ground, wiped it on her body, and stuffed it back into her mouth.

"I have more time to practice, this is change."

As Kakashi said, without pausing in his hands, he jumped into the air, holding eight kunai between his hands, twisted around his waist, and shot around.

despair--!
The sound of kunai being nailed into the wood sounded, and Asma saw that each kunai tip was covered with three leaves.

He stepped forward, feeling the traces of Ku Wushang chakra chakra, pursed his lips.

In the past, he thought that he was not as good as the fourth-generation adults or the three ninjas because he didn't work hard enough, but after he trained with Kakashi, he realized that what he lacked was actually talent.

This kind of use of chakra, even as a wind ninja, he couldn't do it so delicately, but Kakashi, who was younger than him, did it so well.

If it weren't for the obsession with revenge for Hong, he might not be able to hold on long ago.

Asma looked up at the sky, and waved to Kakashi: "I'll go first."

Kakashi picked up Kunai's hand, paused slightly, and said, "Are you going to Yuhi's house again?"

Asma nodded: "Well, Uncle Zhenhong is being imprisoned in the hidden sand city, Hongyou. Only Auntie is alone, I am not at ease."

Speaking of red, Asma's complexion was a little less unrestrained and slightly serious.

Kakashi nodded and did not speak. After Asma left, Kakashi looked at the Kunai in his hand, jumped to sit on the branch, leaned against the trunk, and looked up at the blue sky as before.

For some reason, the clouds in the sky seem to have changed into the faces of Rin, Obito, and Sensei.
Without Lin's concern, Obito's noise, and teacher's reliable advice, this world is really empty~——
Holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands, Asma looked at the sky and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

He is a little later than the agreed time today.

I really don't blame him. The flower shop closest to Xihi's house was suddenly transferred. The boss is a damn native of the Wind Country. His accent made him turn around and leave immediately, as if he would be polluted if he stayed for a second longer.

He had no choice but to go to the flower shop run by his family in the mountains a little far away.

"Hope it's not too late."

Asma murmured, her pace quickened a little, and she soon arrived at Yuhi's house.

Yuhihong's house is a three-story villa near the center of Konoha, which fits Yuhi Zhenhong's identity very well.

Now, there is only one person living in such a big house, but it seems a bit deserted.

Not long after the doorbell rang, there were footsteps in the room, and a kind-faced woman opened the door, and when she saw Asma, she said with kindness on her face, "Asma, you are here."

"Auntie, are you feeling better?"

Asma handed the flower in her hand to the other party, and said.

"much better."

As she spoke, the woman suddenly frowned and covered her mouth, coughing twice.

"Why don't you go to the hospital, or ask two people to take care of you."

Seeing this, Asma expressed concern.

The woman shook her head: "It's an old problem. It's good at home. I'm not used to adding people."

Asma instinctively wanted to ask Tsunade-sama to take a look, but remembering that Tsunade-sama was still in Hidden Sand City, she felt a little inexplicably irritated.

All the troubles were related to Hidden Sand City, and he really didn't agree with that dirty place.

"Don't talk about me, Asma, how are you doing recently? I heard that you have become a jnin some time ago, congratulations~"

As the woman led him into the house, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "How time flies~ You children have become the pillars of the village."

Asma heard this, shook her head and said, "It's not enough, it's just Jonin, it's still too weak."

The woman understood what he was talking about, and reached out to hold Asma's young palm, which was already full of fine scars, and said softly: "Asma, your future is still very long, and it is very likely that the next important task of leading the village will be On your shoulders, don't let hatred blind your eyes."

As he spoke, his eyes carried some memory: "It is only now that I understand how precious the opportunity to be together as a family is. Asma, it's time to slow down and look at the people and things around me."

Asma nodded, but only he knew if he had listened.

Time passed quickly, Asma looked up at the clock on the wall, and got up to say goodbye.

"I'll come see you next time I have time."

Asma bowed her farewell, and almost collided with the oncoming person as she walked through the intersection.

"Excuse me."

The visitor took a step back and said with an apologetic smile on his face.

Asma nodded, turning sideways to let the other party go first.

Looking at the back of the other party, Asma asked mysteriously: "Hey, what's your name?"

The man paused slightly, turned around and said with a smile, "Qi Shi, Kishimoto Masashi."

Asma stared at the man, chanted the man's name several times, and after a few seconds, waved the man to leave.

He picked up the toothpick, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly.

I laughed at myself in my heart, recently it seems that some practitioners have become obsessed, and they are suspicious when they see a stranger.

It's time to give yourself a break.

Walking past the familiar flower shop, Asma was suddenly stopped by the boss inside.

"Guest, someone sent you a bouquet of flowers just now, please sign for it."

The boss stepped forward and said with a smile on his face.

"flower?"

Asma frowned. She didn't want to pay attention to the native of the Wind Country, but when she heard the other person's words, she thought for a moment and said, "Bring it."

He still decided to take a look.

After the boss responded, he quickly walked back to the store, took out a bouquet of flowers from behind the cabinet, and walked quickly to Asma.

"The name of this flower is Pansy. The flower language is meditation, happiness and longing. It is a very beautiful variety."

Asma didn't take it, but looked at the flower whose petals looked like grimaces. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the direction when he came, feeling an ominous feeling.

(End of this chapter)