Konoha's talent

A group of ninjas searching nearby were killed by the regiment, basically the same as killing his son.

So his mood became even worse and he left work early and came here.

"My lord, your wine!"

The bartender is holding a plate with different colors of wine on it, which is similar to the cocktail in Saitama's memory, but this cup is different.

Shin Ishihara waved his hand, and a few tickets fell directly on the stage. The bartender was pleased and collected the money.

The money is greater than the value of the wine, so the extra part is naturally his tip.

And these tips alone are almost more than what he usually gets by standing here overnight.

Saitama's eyes were silent, but his face still kept the expression that a young man should have.

call!Shin Ishihara drank a cup in one sip and sighed for a long time, blushing on his face.

Of course, this little wine won't make him drunk as simple as that, and blushing is just normal.

Picking up his wine glass again, Saitama took a sip, drank the top layer of foam, and put the glass on the table again.

Maybe it was a glass of wine, maybe it was really uncomfortable in my heart, Ishihara suddenly said to Saitama, "Boy, go home quickly after drinking this glass, don't worry the family!"

Saitama was a little surprised, but made an expression that he knew everything and pretended to be mature.

"I know, old... well, uncle!"

As Saitama spoke, he glanced at the beard and hair of the ninja in front of him, and then changed his mouth.

"My son is about the same age as you! I know what my parents feel best, so I don't want to dress like this anymore in the future. I have time when I grow up!"

Shin Ishihara thought of his son. Although he didn't make any extra moves when he saw his son's body, it was in front of his men.

He has always been that strong boss, so he will not, nor dare to show his weakness.

However, what was in front of him was a young man who had never met before, and his son was about the same age, a place in his heart was instantly touched, and the prison of words was directly opened.

Saitama didn't speak, picked up the wine glass, and drank some yellow liquid again, showing some flushes on his face.

"Uncle, don't preach to me. I've heard enough at home. I drink these and go straight back, okay?"

Saitama shook the glass, showing some impatience, making him behave more like an ordinary person of this age.

"Ugh!"

Ishihara sighed, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and drank another one.

"Uncle is a ninja, right?"

Saitama pointed to the forehead of the Yannin, showing his yearning.

"Yeah." Ishihara nodded, knowing that ninja is a profession that many civilians yearn for.

However, at this moment, he felt a little disgusted with the identity of the ninja for a moment, but in a blink of an eye this thought was suppressed.

It's just that a son died. It's not that he's never died before. The big deal is that after the war, go back and work hard!

He kept comforting himself in his heart, then raised his head again and drank a glass of wine.

There were five wine glasses in front of him, three of which were already empty.

And as a ninja, he would not really get drunk, so he would only drink five cups a day, which would not disturb his work, but also temporarily relieve his emotions.

Saitama sat upright, drank the cup in front of him, and tapped his finger on the table.

"Uncle, I'm leaving now!"

Saitama smiled a little shyly, then left his seat and walked outside.

When he saw his goal, several Yan Shinobu had left their seats and walked to the gate.

"Ok!"

Shin Ishihara raised the cup, signaled Saitama to walk slowly, and then fell into his inner world again.

Chapter 89

Saying goodbye to the old man Iwanobu, who seems to be of high status, Saitama adjusted the corner of his dress and walked out of the street following his goal.

In front of them were four Iwa Shinobu who walked a little shaky. While chatting, they laughed wretchedly, seeming to be talking about some adults' favorite jokes.

But these have nothing to do with Saitama. He just wants to find a good place to get the information he wants to know.

The night has been shrouded, and there are not many pedestrians on this street. Most of them are people who have finished drinking or are going to drink. Saitama is inconspicuous following several Iwanin.

Maybe God gave Saitama a chance. The ninjas didn’t know what they were discussing. One of the ninjas took the other ninja and walked towards a small alley. At the entrance there stood a genre girl, smiling with joy. Beckoned to them.

Saitama looked at the alley, knowing it clearly, and then turned his gaze to the other two ninjas. These two ninjas chose to move on, obviously not being happy there.

Tightening the collar tightly, Saitama followed the other two ninjas. He felt that such a place was not suitable for hands-on, so he chose to continue to follow and wait for the opportunity.

"I just remembered to bring some food for other lazy people, you go back first, don't wait for me!"

Following the two ninjas until they reached the end of the town, one of them suddenly patted his head and said to the other.

Not far in front is their camp, he greeted his companions to go back first, and he turned around to buy food for the lazy people in his mouth.

Saitama's eyes lit up and he felt that he had a chance.

Although even these four ninjas can be taken with absolute certainty, this place is Yanyin's site after all, and it is not good to be too arrogant.

This is at the end of the town, so there are almost no people, and even the lights are sparse and very dim.

Iwa Shinobu walked on such a road without being very vigilant, while Saitama was standing on a roof above his head.

These houses seem to be unoccupied, and Saitama has just observed the surrounding conditions.

"hiss!"

The temperature difference between day and night was a bit big, Iwa Shinobu was sounded by a gust of wind, and his neck shrank into the collar.

Huh!One step further down the roof, Saitama made no extra moves, and hit the back of his head with a punch. The enemy did not respond at all and fell directly to the ground.

But Saitama looked around, it was as quiet as before, there was no one, and he carried the ninja to his shoulders and went to a house next to him.

...

Zizi!The sound of the electric current sounded, and Saitama put his right hand on the enemy. The electric current surged, and the enemy convulsed and then woke up.