Konoha: I, Naruto, will kill everyone here today.

"I really want you to see what Naruto looks like now..."

Kakashi looked into the distance and couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 156 The Third Generation: Asuma is the hammer, Naruto is the biological son!

"Have you remembered all the important points?"

The third generation stood on the podium, pointing the pointer in his hand at the formula on the blackboard.

Although every time he was required to teach, he had to stay up late to prepare the materials for the lesson.

His hair became grayer as a result, making him look more than ten years older.

But looking at the children's eyes full of expectation every time they looked at him, he felt that it was worth it no matter how hard it was.

This is proof that he is still popular with everyone.

He could also sit in the position of Hokage with more peace of mind.

At this time.

The school bell rang.

Three lectures, hands on the podium.

Under the podium are a group of immature children.

They all looked at the third generation silently, their eyes burning.

After all, Sandai is not a common teacher in school. It is not easy for these children to meet Sandai.

Therefore, when the third generation is teaching, even some poor students who do not study well will not perform poorly.

Everyone listened attentively to the lessons narrated by Sandai.

Even though many of them can't understand it.

The third generation looked at the young faces below, his eyes full of emotion.

Not all of these children may be able to become excellent ninjas, and some may even not be able to become ninjas.

But this group of children will become the pillars of Konoha in the future, supporting Konoha to continue to move forward.

"Students, today's class is over."

"But your life has just begun."

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

"You may be just small flames, but when you come together, you will definitely be able to exert great power."

"I look forward to the day when you grow up."

"Now, get out of class is over."

The monitor stood up immediately.

"All rise!"

Swish swish!

Hundreds of students in the entire large classroom stood up. Although their bodies were still very young, their momentum was not weak.

They all bowed to the third generation under the leadership of the squad leader.

The third generation nodded and left the teacher with a relieved smile.

He worked hard for the respect of these children.

Recently, I feel a little chilly on the top of my head. I don’t know if it’s his imagination.

On the way back.

Pedestrians gave him sincere greetings.

"Thank you for your hard work, Third Generation!"

"It took three generations of adults to come home? It's really hard work!"

"Sandaime-sama, try my secret fried rice. It tastes very delicious!"

"Won't the Third Generation come in and take a rest?"

"Three generations of adults..."

The third generation of adults listened all the way, but the third generation was not bored.

He enjoyed this title.

Because this is the respect the villagers have for him.

This feeling is so good.

With emotion in his heart, he looked at the door of the house in front of him with a bit of reluctance.

Otherwise... are you shopping around twice?

he thought to himself.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of breaking wind.

He frowned slightly.

The sound of breaking wind came from the door of the house.

During this period, the only one who could stir up trouble in the family was his idiot son Asma.

After all, Konohamaru was still young and it was not the time to learn ninjutsu.

What happened to this guy Asuma?

Is he practicing?

But why is he practicing at home when he has nothing to do?

Is it...

This feeling of déjà vu gave Sandai an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

It seems that I have had a similar experience before.

He pushed open the door and saw Asuma swinging his sword wildly in the yard.

Asuma's sword-swinging movements were unorganized, and he was just swinging randomly.

No wonder.

After all, Asuma had never studied swordsmanship systematically, so he naturally didn't know how to practice it.

In addition to wasting energy and hurting yourself, there is no other use in chopping like this.

The third generation looked at Asuma blankly.

He was too lazy to be shocked.

He didn't even need to ask, he could guess that it must be related to Naruto.

In the whole village, only Naruto could make him react like this.

But to be on the safe side, he felt he still needed to ask.

Maybe it's something else.

Like Asuma got dumped again or something like that.

He was probably just venting his pain at being dumped.

"uh-huh!"

He coughed slightly, trying to get Asuma's attention.

But it was obvious that Asuma was immersed in his own world, and other than wildly swinging his sword with red eyes, he didn't notice the surrounding situation at all.

The wooden handles he erected were full of messy scratches, and it could be seen that Asma had been doing this for a while.

A little head poked its head out of the window, looking very cautious and scared.

The third generation glanced at it, and it was his grandson Konohamaru.

This time Sandai was a little angry.

It doesn’t matter if you practice well or vent.

But you scared my precious grandson, believe it or not, I just remade you!

"enough!"

The third generation roared, and Asuma finally came back to his senses.

The ninja sword in Asuma's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his hands trembled involuntarily. It was obvious that he had reached his limit.

He turned around and stared at the third generation with red eyes.

"Father, are you back?"

Sandai snorted coldly and said.

"You still know I'm your father?"

"What are you crazy about? You're just hacking away without any care. What if you hurt Konohamaru?"

At the mention of this, Asuma's eyes suddenly turned redder.

He felt even sadder when he thought of Yuhi Hong's cold attitude towards him.

"I, I went to look for Kurenai today, and I happened to meet Gai and Kakashi."

"In the end, that boy Naruto is here too."

"Naruto wanted to compete with Kakashi in swordsmanship. I was trying to show off my skills, hoping to defeat Naruto in front of Kurenai, but the result..."

He fell to his knees.

He said nothing, but seemed to say everything.

The third generation shook his head helplessly.

"Isn't it just that you lost to Naruto? It's not the first time you lost to him."

"I didn't see you so sad last time you lost to him!"

Dang bang.

The two finger tigers were thrown at the feet of the third generation.

The third generation looked at the two finger tigers in confusion.

"what is this?"

Asuma lowered his head and said.

"My chakra knife."

The third generation was even more confused.

"No, why is Zhihu the only one left? Where is the knife?"

Asuma's head dropped further.

"The knife was cut off."

The third generation asked in disbelief with his eyes widened.

"Cut it off? Could it be that... it was cut off by Naruto?"

Asuma nodded tremblingly.

This? !

Naruto's swordsmanship can actually cut through solid chakra conducting metal?

When did he develop this kind of swordsmanship? !

Sandai felt that his mind was filled with question marks.

"By the way, didn't you say that Naruto wants to compete with Kakashi?"