A knife, cut over the leaves!

Chapter 034

“Actually, my original intention was to weave him and Itachi into Kakashi’s dark part.”

“It’s a pity…”

Inside the Hokage office, he sighed with a wry smile, and Bofeng Shuimen looked at the documents that had been prepared.

“Hasn’t the kid come out yet?”

Sandai lit the bonggun and said with regret on his face.

The kid naturally referred to Kakashi.

To be honest, he admired the other party, if it weren’t for his father’s affairs, the child would eventually become the mainstay of Konoha.

“Yes, the purpose of arranging for him to go to the Mitarai house before was to let him have contact with Yoruhachi Ken and Itachi.”

Looking at the photo on the table with Obito, Kakashi, and Rin, Watergate’s face was full of entanglement.

There was no doubt that he trusted Kakashi terribly.

Even gave the job of being a bodyguard for his wife to the other party.

But it seems that he still hasn’t come out of that incident.

Perhaps, when his child is born, he will have a better view.

For the kind of person who blindly lives in the grief of the past, the arrival of a new life should make him feel warm.

“Let’s observe first, after all, they are still too young, and joining the dark department is not suitable for them.”

The three generations shook their heads.

Dark parts and roots.

Konoha has two special departments, and he used to be in charge of the dark department.

The roots, on the other hand, are managed by his old partner Shimura Danzo.

People in the root part are cultivated from childhood, and even erase feelings, and the technique is more cruel than the dark part.

The most obvious example is Yamato.

The wooden young man who was transferred by him from the root to the dark part.

But the dark parts are all carefully selected elite ninjas, which are fundamentally different from the roots.

After Qimu Shuomao died, the current roots were replaced with a batch of fresh blood and directly obeyed the orders of Bofeng Shuimen.

“After all, there are some differences between being able to graduate from ninja school and becoming a really good ninja, and it is good to experience it in the temporary squad.”

“But do you really think it’s not good to let the big snake pill take them to study first?”

Putting down the cigarette bag, Sandai suddenly asked.

Yes, this proposal he said yesterday and Watergate.

But he was rejected by the other party.

Big snake pill, you really dare to say it.

I’m afraid that I will agree if I have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Helplessly glanced at the locked small drawer in front of the chair next to him.

It contains the most detailed report on the disappearance of the village’s population.

He had read that document, and the culprit of everything was Orochimaru-sensei!

Where to send Uchiha Itachi and Yoruhachi Sword, the two best juniors of the village, to the Great Snake Pill?

Three generations can think of it.

Did he still think that Orochimaru-sensei was the Leng Jun who loved the village before?

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

The three generations also understood that what he said was completely meaningless.

Big snake pill.

With a long sigh, the man’s eyes appeared in the minds of the three generations.

What a look that is.

Full of ambition and ferocity.

It’s almost there, after all.

……

“Jiansan, I hate war.”

When he came out of the Hokage Building and went to the training ground, Itachi suddenly said something like this.

Eight Swords glanced at Itachi’s face.

When he heard this moment, the legal folds on the boy’s face were about to turn into tear troughs!

The so-called tear trough is a sign of tears flowing out and washed away.

People like him can only cry openly on rainy days in the future.

“You’ve been a little sentimental lately.”

With a little finger, a pain in his forehead, the ferret unconsciously closed his mouth.

Started?

Your cranky life.

Rolling his eyes, Eight Swords grabbed the weasel’s collar and stared at him with dead eyes.

“No matter what happens, remember that you are still with me.”

Swish.

Letting go of the weasel, the young man took a sip of the second pot and stretched his waist, “Let’s go, didn’t Hokage say, there are other members of the temporary squad at the eighth training ground.” ”

Hokage.

It seems that Ken-san never goes to call Naruto-sama.

After tidying up his clothes, Itachi walked forward behind Eight Swords.

Training ground number eight, similar to other Konoha’s training grounds, there is nothing particularly strange about it.

When the two came to the field, several figures in front of them came into view.

A teenage child with long dark brown hair with Konoha’s shinobi brace on his head.

And next to it, there is also a man with short hair with a pockmarked face.

Are they future teammates?

It doesn’t seem to be so good to get along with.

“What, it’s just two imps.”

The brown-haired man holding his shoulder frowned, quite unhappy with being treated as a nanny.

“Forget it, after all, it is a C-level mission, two more people have more opportunities, and how to say that these two are also geniuses who can graduate early from the ninja school.”

The pockmarked man played round, but from the tone of voice, it seemed to be a little yin and yang strange.

“Cut, two wastes, how can it help, I really don’t know what Naruto-sama thinks, if it weren’t for Qingfeng being injured and having to recuperate in the hospital, who would use them.”

The brown-haired man said disdainfully, “Hey, listen to the two imps, tomorrow we will carry out a C-level mission to escort an important person, and then remember to hide behind us and not be scared.” ”

Swish! Rumble!

The sword flashed.

The brown-haired boy who had just been on his toes was horrified to find that the big tree next to him had split in two.

“Whether it’s a waste or a ghost, I don’t want to hear these words a second time.”

Grinning, the eight swords were a little boring.

A few dragon sets, and he didn’t even have the qualifications to make him move.

“It’s gone, today’s cultivation hasn’t been completed yet.”

Looking at the back of the two leaving, the pockmarked man swallowed.

Oh, my God.

What kind of monster is this.

Suddenly thinking of something, he quickly pulled his neck and shouted, “Hey, tomorrow morning at seven o’clock, gather at the village entrance.” ”

And the distant eight swords did not seem to hear it, and their heads did not turn.