Naruto: I become stronger when I draw a lottery

Blood spilled, staining the ground red.

Konoha's white teeth, that sharp blade also broke at this moment.

"x—"

White Fang opened his mouth slightly, lying on the ground, covered with blood, and fell asleep peacefully.

Chapter 120 Six: Tears

"what!"

Kakashi screamed, and sat up directly, the throbbing in his heart continued to expand, making Kakashi couldn't help but grabbed his chest.

The light from outside the window slipped in through the cracks in the curtains.

It was only dawn at this moment.

Kakashi sat with his head bowed, tears fell inexplicably.

"what?"

Kakashi stretched out his hand, but those immature hands retracted, as if afraid of something.

Gently wiping away his tears, Kakashi started to get up and tidy up.

The next day is his training. His ambition is not small. He wants to become a ninja beyond his father. He has been in the ninja school for a while, and he submitted an application for early graduation to Hokage-sama.

This is what Kakashi hopes to achieve when he enters the school and graduates the same year. Compared with school, Kakashi can learn more outside.

Pack up the quilt, and then go to wash.

A calendar is hung on the wall, and the days in a few days are circled.

That was the day Kakashi was born, and Kakashi was officially seven years old that day.

"Kakashi, let's have a good birthday together after I come back. Don't you really want to learn sword skills? I will teach you then."

White Fang is not good at expressing, and Kakashi knows it best, but Kakashi worships his father extremely.

No matter outside or anywhere, his father Konoha Baiga's name is so resounding, and many people even say that his father is the next generation of Hokage.

The next generation of Hokage, this is Konoha's most respected and highest position, but his father is said to be the next generation of Hokage, Kakashi only thinks that his father is not ordinary.

After a simple wash, Kakashi came to the yard and began to wield his ninja sword.

My father is famous in the ninja world for his sword skills, and Kakashi will do the same!

Ever since he became sensible and understood the power and greatness of his father, Kakashi began to study the sword technique, and now he has practiced the basic sword technique for two years.

Chop, cut, cut, cut, cut—

Day after day, Kakashi tirelessly did these basic skills in his spare time every day.

At this point, the sun had just risen, but the small body stood upright, and despite the sweat, he firmly counted the number of times he swung the knife.

What people know is that Konoha Baiya's son is also a genius comparable to him, and he has already achieved impressive strength at a young age.

But I don't know how Kakashi obtained this strength.

From the beginning to the end, White Fang never personally went to battle to supervise and guide Kakashi, and Kakashi insisted on practicing all the basic skills over and over again with his own perseverance.

"Five thousand."

Kakashi breathed a sigh of relief, then he had to take a shower again, and then went to school to get ready for class.

The throbbing in his heart was still going on, lasting forever, it was not a throbbing of heart, but a throbbing of panic, the feeling of uneasiness could not go away, Kakashi kept his mouth shut and endured it.

Ninja, when the word forbearance is the head.

After simply taking a shower and changing clothes, Kakashi started to go to school——

"It's rare to see you so early."

Kushina yawned, and when she came out of the living room, she saw Yueshu wearing an apron, and she couldn't help being a little surprised.

"I've been sleeping too much lately, and I can't even fall asleep."

Moon Tree looked a little helpless.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, wait a minute,"

"It's you who cooks by yourself, so I have to look forward to it."

Moon Tree smiled.

The words about not being able to fall asleep are both true and false, Yueshu woke up at dawn, and for some reason, anxiety permeated him, making it impossible to fall asleep again.

Unable to fall asleep, Yueshu ran out for a walk.

For some reason, Yueshu really wanted to go to a place, as if there was some voice guiding him.

Thinking back carefully, I also felt this way when Bai Fang came to take over from me two days ago.

It was as if someone was yelling at him.

Walking all the way, Yueshu came to the cemetery.

He stopped in front of a tombstone, and under the early morning light, the tombstone in front of him was half lit.

: Tomb of Mano Nozomi

This is the inscription on the tombstone, Yueshu looked at these words, and his memory returned to seven years ago in an instant.

That was the first time he saw this gentle person, but he never expected that a guy like White Fang would have such a beauty to accompany him.

Yue Shu thought about it and smiled a little, and suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, with a sense of familiarity.

Looking up, Yueshu saw a familiar person:

"Mikoto?"

Yue Shu didn't expect that she would meet Mikoto here at this time.

The other party was holding a bouquet of white flowers, as if they were sweeping the grave.

"Moon Tree? Why are you here?"

Miqin was also a little surprised.

"I came here without knowing it."

Yue Shu touched his head:

"There is one, elder, who treats me very well."

Meiqin looked at Yueshu for a while, then turned her head to look at the tombstone in front of her.

"Really? Accident?"

"Ah."

"Then do you want to send some flowers, I'll give you some."

"Huh? This is not good."

Yue Shu was also confused by this operation, but Miqin smiled.

"This is my grandfather. If he knows that his flowers are given to someone in the same place as him, he will be happy."

Meiqin's eyes showed a little sadness.

"Because grandpa always keeps silent, but he is actually a super gentle person."

"—"

"Then, give me some."

Tsukiki stretched out her hand, Mikoto smiled and parted the white flower on her hand.

Tsukiki took the flower and returned to Manoki's tombstone.

"that person."

Mikoto's voice came softly.

"Must be a very gentle person."

Yueshu was stunned, and looked at Meiqin. Meiqin was very serious about her grandfather's tombstone, leaving only her back for Yueshu.

"Um--"

Yue Shu hummed softly, then put the flowers away, and worshiped seriously.

"End?"

"Ah."

"Then go back."

"Ah."

Tsukiki and Mikoto walked side by side, leaving this place full of regrets together.

Immediately afterwards, the two separated and left, until now Yueshu came back here to make breakfast.

"Moon tree—"

"Ok?"

"You, tears fall"

Tsukiki brought the breakfast, but Kushina was full of surprise.

The sun has risen quite high, and under the sunlight, there are crystals hanging in the corners of the eyes, as clear as pearls.

The wind came from nowhere, with the smell of the old farewell wine, which made people unable to hold back, and directly wet the eye sockets——

"Huh? What's the matter? It's so strange."

Yue Shu smiled, and wiped away the tears falling from his face, but he couldn't wipe it clean.

"Moon tree—"

Jiu Xinnai's eyes were very heartbroken. For some reason, the boy in front of him exuded the purest sadness, but he couldn't feel it from the surface.

It was like another him crying somewhere, and finally conveyed this feeling to Yueshu's body, but not to his soul.

The sun has just risen, the sun is shining, and the smell of the food is rising, but the invisible sadness overwhelms the smell-

Chapter 120 Seven: Broken Blade

"I don't know if they are successful or not."

But at dawn, it's too early to come

The excitement of the past has disappeared, and the friction between the five countries suddenly disappeared completely in an instant, just like a good partnership.

But it’s okay, Zilai also saves so much effort to worry about this and that...

It would be great if it keeps going, but even if it takes a while longer, the demand for combat power on the border will not be so much, and the few people from Zilai can go back to the village properly.

"Those three people, there must be nothing wrong."

Orochimaru got up as early as Jiraiya.

Compared to Jiraiya, he seemed very calm, and he had great confidence in Bai Fang and the others.

"Right."

Ji Lai also agreed, but the uneasiness in his heart couldn't subside all the time.

Jirai has traveled the outside world for many years, although it is not enough to compare with him in the Naruto period, but it is not bad.

So Zilai also understands the importance of intuition.

This uneasiness that comes from the deepest part of my heart always feels that something is wrong.

The two walked out of the camp, Jiraiya and Dashemaru waited quietly outside.

The morning breeze was very comfortable, and the two stood at the border waiting for the three who were supposed to return triumphantly.

—Hope it's all right.

Zilai also quietly prayed in his heart.

Time passed slowly, and finally for a moment, the direction of the wind changed.

It was even more swift and violent, and even more irritable, with the sound of breaking wind in it.