I, Uchiha Yiyong, have not been hated!

Chapter 24 Naruto, do you want to have a brother?
In the 54th year of Konoha (this book takes Naruto's birth as Konoha's 48th year), on January 1, a full week has passed since Yoshiyuki officially began to practice the breath of flame.There are still 10 days until the Ninja School starts.

In the mountain stream of Nanhechuan, Yiyong took off his shirt, his immature body was like red hot lava, motionless under the washing of the waterfall, let the cold water and hot body touch each other, and balls of water rose up one after another. Only in the hazy fog.

Experience has proved that practicing the breath of fire, which is diametrically opposite in phase, can effectively weaken the vitality of the latter's extremely violent natural energy flowing through the body in this place where the efficiency of water breathing is extremely high.

At present, Yiyong has been able to initially adapt to the intensive transformation of the body, especially the bone and muscle tissue, by the breath of inflammation——

It was a feeling of burning the iron embryo in the flames, smelting it and then repeatedly forging and shaping it. It was more painful than the water exhalation, but it was also more enjoyable after completing a set of breathing cycles, as if it had been suppressed for a long time. Thirsty people drink a large glass of plum juice.

Right now, when Yiyong is in the waterfall, he has been able to maintain the breath of inflammation for 7 consecutive hours without making any mistakes.But if it is a place far away from the water source, this time will be reduced to 3 hours, and there is still a significant gap between reaching the "24-hour without error" routine.

Looking at it now, the reason why the Breath of Flame has always been a family-handed skill of the Purgatory family on Earth is not because Yan Zhu of the past dynasties had a sect view or cherished it.

In fact, only swordsmen who have experienced many years of training can have considerable physique and patience to withstand the pressure of this kind of practice, otherwise they will easily die of spontaneous combustion.

And in the ninja world, a place full of natural energy, practicing Yanhu is even more dangerous.

Compared with the mental and physical energy that can be stably extracted from the body, it is more than ten times more difficult to use the micro-manipulation ability that penetrates the world to control the violent natural energy. Bit by bit to adjust and control...

While he was concentrating on breathing, on the river not far away, four shadow avatars holding bamboo sticks were training the first eight sword shapes of Breath of Flame alone.

As for the last type, the Nine Type Purgatory, is similar to Mizuho's Eleven Type Nagi, and can only be used if it reaches the normal level and then cooperates with Chakra.

There was a sound of flapping wings, and the red-eyed crow that Zhishui left for Yiyong to observe the surroundings flew over and landed on the top of Tanbian's hut.

After it called hoarsely like a timer twice, the four clones stopped moving at the same time, like four identical statues, standing still in place.

One minute passed, and after Yiyong's main body made an obvious exhalation, one of the avatars immediately seized the opportunity and said: "It's time, let's continue practicing, you won't have the energy to go to Naruto."

Yiyong's body opened Lan Youyou's eyes and nodded slightly.Then he made a handprint, and all the clones disappeared immediately, and Yiyong himself seemed to be pushed from behind by someone, and was almost knocked down by the waterfall on the spot——

Those four avatars have practiced swordsmanship for eight hours from 4:[-] in the morning to now, and the soreness and fatigue felt on the main body at a quadruple rate. I really don't want to know what words to use to describe it.

Yiyong walked out of the waterfall with a gloomy face, and completely submerged his body in the water. The swelled muscle tissue was continuously tightened under the cold but stable stimulation, and the discomfort all over his body was slightly relieved. Only then did he think about sorting out the experience of the clones in practicing sword shape.

Five minutes later, his body gradually rose from the water and floated to the surface, his eyes fixed on the front, and strong white air overflowed from his mouth and nose.

"Breath of Flame·One Type·Shiranui."

A distorted space more than eight meters long swept across the air, accompanied by a water gully of the same length below that was violently separated to both sides, and Yiyong's body instantly appeared at the end of this water gully.

Then the water surface returned to its original state.

"Shiranui, it can be used as a teleportation technique."

Yi Yong glanced at the air distorted by the high temperature behind him, "But the traces are obvious, and can only be used to rush forward."

[I don’t know what this type should look like after participating in chakra refining after Changzhong...]

Then, he repeated his tricks and suddenly appeared at the door of the hut.Giyuu took off his wet pants and changed into a set of more life-like clothes that he had prepared long ago.

Then he created a shadow clone again—anyway, his current chakra is far more than four months ago—and began to sit on the small table and study the homework assigned to him by Itachi, which is the change of the form and nature of water attribute chakra. principle.

【"Only when you understand it can you use it better, otherwise it will be difficult to produce new and completely suitable things for you."】

Itachi told him so.

Giyuu couldn't refute it, so he agreed, but this part has not made much progress so far, but at least he can understand what those terms mean.

After leaving the mountain stream, Yiyong regained his water breathing so that no one would notice him abnormally. He picked a small path and returned home.

The house was cold and empty.

Sasuke is studying hard in an office of the police force in order to satisfy his father's wish that "you must be the leader of Hinata's family" in the entrance examination, and he can accept his father's personal guidance every day.Although he missed Yiyong very much, he was very satisfied to be able to get close to his father.

[At least Huo Cun, I'm much stronger than Yiyong! 】

This is what he thought, 【When I train with Yiyong next time, I must scare him. 】

Good luck to him.

And Itachi is outside the village, continuing to perform tasks that can help him enter the Anbu, and the details are kept secret.

According to my mother, it should be to protect a nobleman from the city of fire to the country of rain together with three subordinates who have become Chunin.

Looking at the empty living room and kitchen, Yiyong thought of the mansion he was given as a gift when he was a water column, and those nights of tossing and turning on the quilt, surrounded by a familiar sense of loneliness.

The next moment, Yiyong remembered the seemingly meaningless "I'm back" when Naruto came home and opened the door.

He also understood what that really meant.

"Don't make him wait."

Giyong said to himself, dispelling the faint emotions, walked all the way to the storage room at home, and dragged out the induction cooker and rice cooker that had been eliminated for many years.

This was the last time when he came back from Naruto's house, his mother offered to let him take it with him, but told him not to disturb Naruto for too long.

Yiyong cleaned the two electrical appliances, and then went back to his room to find the recipe he had re-copied before—because the original version was too ugly and it was inconvenient to pass it on to others—and then set off from home.

……

When Giyuu walked to Naruto's door, he was sure he heard a moan of pain.

【Did you have diarrhea again? 】

Giyuu frowned, 【Didn't Hokage say that he would let the merchant sell things to him? 】

"Dong dong."

He could hear Naruto walking, so he probably wasn't in the toilet, so he put down his things and knocked heavily on the door.

"Is it bravery?"

Uzumaki Naruto's voice was joyful, but a bit tense, which was in line with Yiyong's guess that he was unwell.

"Open the door."

Giyuu said flatly, "It's me."

"Can you wait a minute? I want to go to the toilet."

His tone became more tense, followed by the sound of the toilet door closing suddenly.

Yi Yong was worried that his physical condition was serious and he would be stubborn, so he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it off with a click.

【If not, take him to the hospital first. 】

After the door was forced open, the familiar room came into view, but the mop lying on the floor and the wet floor were new things, indicating that Naruto was cleaning before his arrival.

Then, an unbearable smell pierced Giyuu's nostrils.If it was Tanjiro, he would probably have said by now that his throat hurts from being choked.

[But this taste seems to feel very familiar... 】

The faucet in the toilet rang.

The sound of water running lightly, then heavy, and then paused indicates that Naruto was not sitting on the toilet, but was flushing something in a hurry, and also let out an inaudible inhalation, obviously to avoid being heard by Giyuu Voice.

Yiyong didn't forcefully break open the toilet, but silently went to the refrigerator, opened the door, and took out a carton of milk.

"The production date is December 12st, and the shelf life is 1 days."

Yiyong's eyes became slightly sharper, "There are still 5 days to expire."

[So, is it from expired milk to expired milk? 】

There are sixteen boxes of milk in a carton, and there are exactly sixteen boxes in the refrigerator, which means that these are the milk that Naruto just bought today or yesterday.

The scene when the Three Hokages made promises to Naruto flashed in his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled down slightly.

In the Ghost Killing Squad, he hated those irresponsible people who spoke nicely.

If Hokage feels that he is old and unable to manage so many things, and retreats to the second line like Master Ryodaki, why should he do this? He cannot do what he promised, and it will be disappointing in vain.Doing something half-heartedly is more annoying than doing nothing.

Yiyong closed the refrigerator door, but the bathroom door opened.

He cast his gaze over and found that Naruto Uzumaki's first look at him was not surprise, but subconsciously shrank back like Itachi had been found into the kitchen by him.Then Naruto asked in surprise, "Yiyong, how did you get in?"

This is what Sasuke would say when he turned his head and saw his mother standing quietly behind him when he stayed up late reading the comic book. It was full of guilty conscience, as if there was something that could not be known.

Then, Naruto glanced at the door that was constantly gushing out of heat, and let out a nervous exclamation.

"I'll change the lock for you."

Giyuu's eyes stayed on Naruto's face for a while, and then he looked at his right hand that was close to his thigh, "But, do you need to wear gloves at home?"

It was a green child's woolen glove, and if it was outside, there seemed to be nothing unusual.but at home...

"Because I feel a little cold."

Naruto scratched his head and laughed twice, pointed at the door and said, "It turned out to be colder now..."

"you are lying."

Yiyong interrupted, standing in place like an ice sculpture, his eyes like frost.

He had already carefully looked at Naruto's hands with his penetrating, and was suppressing his faint unhappiness, but he didn't say it directly.

Naruto had never seen this kind of expression that was harmless but extremely stern. He didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only look down at his slippers.As if he had really done something wrong.

"Sit down first."

Seeing him like this, Yi Yong finally breathed a sigh of relief.He was a little embarrassed to preach to a child who was eight years younger than the first time he met Tanjiro.

He dragged a chair to block the air leaking door, and then sat Naruto, who was as stiff as a puppet, by the small tea table next to the bed, and he sat opposite Naruto.

"Put your hands on the table."

Naruto obeyed obediently.

Today's volunteerism is a little scary.

Although Giyuu's expression was not very different from last time, not only Naruto felt a low air pressure, but even the fox hidden in his belly felt abnormal, so he squinted behind the iron gate as if watching a show.

Giyuu grabbed Naruto's right wrist, and Naruto twitched back unconsciously, as if afraid of what was about to happen next.

Raising his head, deep blue eyes and big sky blue watery eyes looked at each other.

After a while, Naruto understood Giyuu's meaning, he pursed his lips, turned his head to one side, and closed his eyes tightly.

But in the next moment, his arms were tense like cramps, and he resisted the desire to back away, but the prayer-like neighing sound came out from his throat, coupled with his flushed and distorted face, as if he was suffering from the heat of a branding iron. excruciating pain.

He had every reason to show this look.

Even though Yoshiyuki's movement of removing the glove was light enough and very slow, it still made a rough sound like tearing off a Velcro, tearing off a layer of skin on Naruto's hand.

Yiyong opened his mouth slightly.

What he saw with the naked eye made him more sad than what he saw with the transparent.

The epidermis of Naruto's entire right hand was festered as if corroded by something, only a small amount of corn-colored glue-like adhesions remained on the bleeding dermis.To put it bluntly, this is a chicken foot that has been boiled until it peels off.

Because Naruto had forcefully put on woolen gloves to cover the injury, there are still a lot of fine wool scum sticking to the wound.The ones that stood up were okay, but the ones that lay down almost melted into the skin. Once it was taken out, Yoshiyuki didn't know how Naruto could bear the pain.

What a will it must have been to keep such rough gloves on his hands.

Unknowingly, his feelings for Naruto are almost exactly the same as Shisui's feelings for him when he fought seven days ago.

Yiyong's nostrils expanded slightly, and the words he wanted to say were hidden between his teeth.

[The other hand, even if you don't need to look at it, you can tell that it looks the same. 】

"Do you have a medical kit at home?"

"Behind the...behind the bathroom mirror."

Naruto was trembling with pain, tears rolled in his eyes, but they never flowed out.

[Grandpa gave it to me, because I always fall down. 】

"Stay here."

After Yiyong settled down, he entered the bathroom and found that the pungent smell from before was even stronger.

In the shower he saw the bucket where Naruto washed his mop, and that's where the smell came from.Next to the bucket was a bottle of the same detergent as his, which might explain the vaguely familiar smell.

But Yiyong, who is in charge of housework, knows very well that this cleaner itself is by no means the pungent smell it is now, otherwise why would anyone buy it.

He held his breath, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle of detergent with bad guesses, and looked inside. Sure enough, the color of the liquid was also different from the one he used at home.

[Someone added something to it. 】

Giyuu made a judgment.

[Is it intentional?Or accident? 】

He unscrewed the cap of the detergent bottle and put it aside, took out the blue packet behind the mirror without saying a word, took out a small tweezer from it, and returned to Naruto.

【The thing about that thing will be discussed later, the most important thing is to heal the wound. 】

He saw that Naruto's eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and there were water stains on the inside of the elbow of his jacket that he didn't have when he left, but Giyuu didn't let his eyes stay there.

He pressed Naruto's wrist, and gently reached the tweezers over, but stopped when he was about to make contact,
"I'll knock you out."

He seriously suggested, "Otherwise it will hurt even more than it does now."

Naruto froze for a moment, as if he had briefly pulled out from the burning pain, thinking carefully about Giyu's words.

But immediately, he gave another stove-like smile.

"No need..."

There was a sincere light in his eyes.

"Because when Yiyong grabbed his hand, it didn't hurt as much as before."

(End of this chapter)