Konoha's talent

"Haha." Saitama smiled, and found that this root ninja brain circuit was a bit strange.

"Huh!" Saitama disappeared in front of the root ninja.

"What?" His eyes narrowed at the roots and his body straightened.

"Don't move!" A knife was placed at the waist, cold sweat broke out from the back of the root, and his body stiffened. He did not see Saitama's movements at all.

The electric current passed through the clothes and hit the roots, making him afraid to move.

"I wouldn't believe in a ninja with unknown origins, especially since he dared not show his true face." Standing behind the roots, Saitama whispered. The cold voice made the enemy's body tremble slightly.

"Go back and tell the person behind you, I'm not interested." Withdrawing the knife, Saitama jumped off the wall and walked towards home.

"Huh!" Minister Gen let out a sigh of relief. He did feel the threat of death at that moment, and he didn't have the slightest ability to resist in front of this kid.

Without taking care of the tingling back, the roots looked at Saitama who had already walked out of the alley and was about to turn, and decided to return to life.

"It's really interesting." Saitama left the alley without taking this matter to heart.

The improvement of his strength will definitely enter the eyes of some people, but at this time he is no longer an ordinary Uchiha tribe, and he will not act like a white rabbit when facing those people.

Strength really is the prerequisite for vocalization. As long as you have a strong power, this village looks like that!

Chapter 34 The so-called victor should be in the story!

Supper was eaten at home. Xiangma made fish soup. The fish was bought from the village market at a high price.

Recently, due to the increasingly severe situation in the country of Wasui, the price of fish has skyrocketed.

Uchiha's craftsmanship is really good, the soup is delicious, and the fish is very tender, but unfortunately, Saitama doesn't recognize what kind of fish he is eating.

"Mother-in-law, I have finished eating." Saitama ate the last piece of fish in the bowl, drank the soup, and smiled at Uchiha Kasas, as if showing off what he could eat.

"Is Saitama enough? There is still in the pot, I'll serve it for you." Uchiha Kaka stretched out her hand, preparing to catch Saitama's bowl.

"No, no, mother-in-law. I'm full, you eat by yourself." Saitama pulled the bowl toward him and said.

In order for Saitama to eat more, there were not a few pieces in the Uchiha incense bowl. Saitama knew that her mother-in-law would not eat it unless she finished it first, so she quickly got rid of the fish in her bowl.

"Okay, go and rest after you have eaten. There is me here, and I will clean up in a while." Uchiha looked around the dining table with a smile on his face, and pointed at the door with his chopsticks.

"Eh, that's all right!" Saitama was also unambiguous, got up and left.

"I'll come down to wash the dishes later and let Granny Xiang eat for a while." Saitama, who turned and left, thought in his heart, Granny Xiang was old and she could do some housework at home, but she had nothing to do anyway.

"But it's good at home. The food you eat is not generally comparable!" Saitama muttered silently, which reminded him of what he ate at the front line. Although he was full, the taste was different from this one.

After changing his shoes at the entrance, Saitama walked upstairs.

It's already the second half of December, and the new year is coming soon.Next year, Saitama will start eating eight-year-old rice, and after coming to this world for so many years, it seems that he is getting used to this kind of life.

The premise is that no one will break this peace!

The room was very warm, so Saitama took off his shirt and sat naked on the tatami.

The lean body was densely covered with wounds, some of which were left after graduation, and some were left on the battlefield.Among them, there are particularly obvious scars on the front chest, back and shoulders.

Pulling out a scroll from the side, spreading it on his thigh, Saitama's little hand opened one by one.

This is the one-axis ninjutsu written by Saitama himself, which records the "Thunder Dunge-Chakra Mode" from scratch, as well as the experience of changing the nature of the Thunder attribute Chakra.

Touching his forehead, Saitama began to think about the omissions above, and he was going to continue to perfect the things above.

This scroll was copied once by Shishui not long ago, so there is a copy of Shishui, but it has no effect.

"Kakashi in this period should also have a prototype of Chidori ninjutsu, or has it been developed? When can I talk to Kakashi."

Saitama knows that his "chidori" power is different from the original version. If Kakashi's chidori power is A-level, his own should be only B-level, so I might continue to talk to Kakashi. perfect.

With his chin supported, many thoughts popped up in his mind, and Saitama wrote them down one by one, preparing to experiment slowly later.

Time hurriedly flowed around. In addition to counting the time to wash a bowl, Saitama stayed upstairs until midnight before going to bed.

...

This is an empty and dark place, with intricate pipelines everywhere, and a bridge connects two directions in these pipelines.

"Bah!" The sound of the collision sounded on the bridge, and a figure appeared at one end of the bridge. It was impossible to see the person's face in the darkness.

"Mission failed! The target is very powerful, even stronger than the description of the intelligence!" A figure was half kneeling on the other end of the bridge, with a mask on his face.

"Oh? You mean it is underestimated by the elites?" The standing man made a slightly old voice, but he was still very angry.

"The speed of the target is extremely fast, and the average person can't catch it! Even his subordinates have suffered a loss in the target's hand!" Continue to kneel there, the voice of the figure is low, reporting truthfully.

"Yeah! Go on."

"Yes!"

At the end of the conversation, there was a figure missing on the bridge, and tranquility was restored here.

"Uchiha Saitama? Hey, the old man is more interested in you! What is the secret of the Uchiha family?"

A faint light passed through the gaps in the surrounding pipes, hitting half of the black shadow's body, revealing the bandaged face.

...

"Saitama, Saitama!"

Xiangma's voice rang in her ears, and Saitama rubbed her eyes, reached out her hand to touch her knife, and sat up halfway.

"Hey, here it is!" Saitama rarely took a nap today.

Dressed, washed, and put on everything the ninja needs, Saitama walked downstairs slowly.

"Saitama is less and less like a ninja now! Ninjas can't sleep late!" As soon as she walked to the door of the kitchen, Granny Xiang began to scoff at Saitama, her tone joking.

"Well, it's been a long time since I slept so comfortably." Saitama said he hadn't heard, avoiding the topic.

It was a little past seven o'clock in the morning, and the sky hadn't been completely bright yet, but Grandma Xiang got up to cook at about six o'clock.

Breakfast is still rice balls, and a bowl of seaweed soup.

Saitama blew the steam on the soup, then drank half of it, glanced at the grandmother on the other side of the table, who was eating the rice ball slowly, with a stretched expression on her face.

This life is pretty good!