Konoha's talent

Chapter 88

In the place where Saitama had fought before, a ninja wearing an animal mask landed on a branch.

The mask and the robe covering the whole body made it impossible for others to see his identity.

At this moment, he fell on the tree and looked at the tragedy below, without any other reaction, as if he was used to such a scene.

Perhaps it was standing there for a minute or less. The ninja took out a small scroll from his pocket, and took out a pen, and began to write swiftly, as if to record everything here.

It didn't take long, the ninja stopped his movements, seeming to examine what he wrote.

Bang!Touching the ground with his hands, he summoned a black bird, but it was not a crow, but a bird with a big mouth and an ugly appearance.

As soon as the bird was summoned, his feet skillfully grasped the branch and looked at the ninja.

And he didn't speak, and threw the scroll in his hand to the psychic beast, and the bird also swallowed the scroll in his mouth very cooperatively, then flew high and left the forest.

His gaze stayed on the flying psychic beast for a few seconds, and a forbearance mark formed in his hands, which immediately turned into countless insects, followed the trunk and disappeared here.

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Saitama was dragging clothes that didn't fit her well, and she didn't behave badly. Walking on the street, she quickly found a place to go.

Rock Izakaya!

This is the name of this pub. Saitama walked in without comment.

Although he is still young, but with Saitama's physique there, no one will stop Saitama.

Saitama had already packed up everything that could show his identity and hid it.

Anyway, people here don't know themselves, and because of the war, there are many strangers in this town, and there is no danger of being suspected.

When he walked in, Saitama frowned slightly, because the environment in the whole shop was really bad, not quiet, and the smell in the air was particularly bad, completely contrary to the sign of the izakaya.

But thinking of this special period, Saitama is not surprised, and continues to walk inside.

Soon, Saitama found a vacant seat, and there were not too many izakayas at this time.

Touching the money in his pocket, Saitama grabbed a crumpled ticket and put it on the table.

"A drink!"

I don't care about the waiter's eyes, Saitama has a natural look.

After receiving Saitama's money, the waiter didn't say much, turned around and poured a glass of yellow beer for Saitama. Saitama's money was only enough to buy the cheapest one.

Bang!The wine glass slammed on the bar counter with a muffled noise. The waiter looked normal and pushed the glass towards Saitama.

"Guest, your wine!"

Saitama nodded, and there was a hint of surprise to see the wine on the young face, like a child carrying his parents secretly doing something that shouldn't be done at this age, that kind of surprise is beyond words.

The waiter naturally noticed the expression on Saitama’s face, but he didn’t intend to say anything. This kind of teenager who secretly dressed in his parents’ clothes and dressed himself up to be more mature before he was drinking, he would meet every day .

Entering this door is his guest, he doesn't care who the wine is sold to, and whether the person buying the wine is of drinking age has little to do with him.

Handing over the wine to the young man, the waiter turned around to greet the other guests. Compared to this young man who obviously had no money, the other uncles who came here from all over the country were generous.

Saitama held the wine glass with both hands. It was a thick-bottomed big wine glass. It looked very big, but there was only so much wine in it.

But Saitama's purpose here is not to drink, so naturally he doesn't care about it.

There are five round bars in the entire izakaya, and there are two to three waiters in the middle who are responsible for selling things to others.

Saitama is a corner here, not very eye-catching, which is why Saitama sits here.

Although no one knows oneself, how to maintain due caution is a ninja course.

From time to time, he put his mouth to the edge of the cup and took a sip, and while lifting the cup, Saitama would want to observe the people in the entire izakaya.

At the bar over there, there were four Iwanin, and from the sound of passing through, Saitama knew that they were logistics ninjas and were responsible for transporting supplies.

And facing the bar of the group of ninjas, a few samurai who didn't look very annoying, everyone had a cold face. Although they were drinking in an izakaya, they all lifted their backs when drinking. The person looks very upright.

These samurai kept looking at the gate, seeming to be waiting for someone.

This is the judgment of the saitama √ these samurai, and he didn’t guess wrong. It didn’t take long before a burly samurai walked in outside the gate. The group of samurai stood up tacitly and greeted him. The name has just arrived a samurai.

Looking away from the group of samurai, Saitama continued to observe the others, anyway, there was still more than half a glass of wine in his hand, and he could continue drinking.

The entire izakaya can bring countless information to Saitama. Saitama has to pick out what interests him from these people here, and then learn more about it.

With his gaze under the cover of the thick-bottomed cup, Saitama did not shy away from it, trying his best to infer useful information from some performances, and then select a little.

Huh!The door was pushed open, and the cold wind from outside blew into the room along the cracks.

The guests near the gate put down their wine glasses, obviously a little unhappy.

But after they looked up to see who it was, they buried their heads in unison, not dare to let go.

Shin Ishihara walked in with his stomach open, wearing only a ninja vest.

Regardless of other people's thoughts, he looked around and found that only the bar in the corner was empty, and walked over.

Saitama slowly put down the cup in his hand, with a satisfied expression on his face, and there was about one-fifth of the wine in the cup.

Ishihara feels very irritable these few days. Whether it is official or private, he feels a kind of powerlessness. This is a feeling that he never had when he was young.

The tightness of the front line and the death of his own son, like two big mountains, crushed him, who had already appeared to be old, to a little bit unable to lift his head.

And wine at this time of day is the only thing that can relieve his inner anxiety.

The waiter looked at Shinro Ishihara sitting next to the young man who looked poor before, and smiled at Shinro Ishihara.

"My lord, or the old rules?"

The waiter is very familiar. This ninja-sama is a frequent visitor recently and he is very generous.

"Ok!"

Shin Ishihara nodded and glanced around and saw Saitama, but after a moment of thought, he identified Saitama, which was not much different from what the waiter thought before.

Saitama also saw the ninja who was sitting over. He maintained the previous posture without showing the slightest nervous look.

From the performance of the entire izakaya and the disappeared voices of the few Iwanin at the table next to him, he knew that this age seemed to be very big, but the ninja who was full of muscles was not a small character.

Shin Ishihara held his forehead with both hands, looked at the desktop, and thought of the information he had just received before coming here.