On the familiar bench, Lu Sheng showed a sly smile and shook his head and rejected all the suggestions made by Tobirama.

"I don't want chakra refining and chakra control, so what do you want?" Tobira looked in front of me with a headache and clearly asked for the boy who asked for "consultant consultation fee". The premonition in my previous heart was indeed correct.

All the Uchiha clans have these things, and Lu Sheng will not be fooled by Tobirama.

Forced to the point of being forced to Tomoma decides to use his unique skills and tempt him: "Do you want to learn the water escape technique?"

Lu Sheng immediately shook his head, and said in a troubled tone: "I want to learn from your water escape, and Elder Shin-shin will definitely not let me go."

Hearing this, Tobirama took off his coat and hung it on the chair, and his capable body supported his black tight ninja suit. Kong Wu's powerful fingers hit the tabletop, dispelling a masked figure in his mind.

Shi turned his body inadvertently and found the smile hidden in the boy's eyes. Then he realized that he had already wanted something and deliberately let himself guess for a long time.

Tobirama sat upright and nodded slightly, his eyes full of anticipation, seeing what new tricks he could make: "Tell me, what do you like here?"

"Is the sample still there?"

Lu Sheng's question made Tobirama understand what he wanted, so he hurriedly took out the tea pot from the drawer and placed it on the table.

"So it's this." Tobirama played with the tea pot, feeling the special texture of the metal in his hand, with silk gossip in his pupils, and lowered his voice: "Do you want to build a knife or re-forge the knife for your little girlfriend?"

Lu Sheng suddenly stopped the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his voice, preparing to rebel Yijun: "Didn't Teacher Tobirama? In the process of forging the sealed ninja tools, did he leave some materials for himself?"

Tobirama's face was slightly stunned with a smile. He knew that he had guessed correctly and continued softly: "Teacher, please wait a moment, I'll go find Jiri."

The boy's back gradually disappeared from his sight, and his red eyes, which were inexplicably illuminated, slowly closed. Tobirama relaxed his body and leaned back with comfort, and his silver hair covered his coat and made a rustling scrunch.

In the quiet classroom, Jiri sat lazily in his seat, his purple hair scattered casually on his shoulders, and he was concentrating on reviewing class notes.

Yesterday, Lu Sheng whispered in her ear, asking him to bring the ninja knife over, which means he had a chance to fleece.

When turning the page, he raised his eyes and flashed his light. Then he realized that the boy sitting beside him had a cold voice with apologies: "I'm a little immersed. It's great to talk about the actual combat method of Shuriken."

"I asked you to wait for too long." Lu Sheng shook his head and looked at her drawer, "Come with me quickly."

Jiri slapped the long tube with a short knife across his shoulder. The white shoulder strap could not suppress the crystal purple hair that was shaking with the trot, and the shaking inner shank of the cylinder collided with a slight buzzing sound.

Leisurely Tobirama heard the footsteps outside the door, adjusted his sitting posture and straightened his back, tidied up the messy desktop.

It was indeed Jiri.

He took the two short knives she took out from the cylinder, placed one of them on the table, and pulled the other out of the scabbard and looked at it carefully.

The handle of the knife slowly twitched in Tobirama's hand, the snow-white blade and the scabbard slowly rubbed and made a crisp sound of knife sound, and the sharp blade shone with a cold light in the room.

Good knife.

Tobirama secretly said.

The red pupils were filled with satisfactory eyes. These two swords were exactly what he saw in the Uchiha tribe. His eyes swayed slightly and recalled the scene at that time carefully.

It is difficult to judge who was using the two knives from the appearance.

Fortunately, he clearly remembered the direction and patterns of the rope wrapped around the hilt, and the snow-white blade in his hand clearly reflected the setting sun behind him.

This handheld is used by Jiri, and the desktop is used by terrestrial students.

Tobirama was a little obsessed and found that their workmanship was surprisingly similar, and it was most likely from the hands of the same person.

Lu Sheng looked at Tobirama with a little surprised look, but in his eyes he would not distinguish between good and bad knives. As long as he could cut it easily, it would be a good knives.

After glanced at Jiri quietly, she found that the look of love swords was also blooming in her eyes.

no.

Lu Sheng decided to break the weird atmosphere of gradually falling into the love-knife and fellow enthusiasts, and said, "What I want is to ask Tobirama to ask the keennians to re-forge these two knives."

The sudden sound restored to the clarity of Tobirama's eyes. He slowly inserted the short knife into the scabbard and placed it neatly on the table. He thought, "Is it going back to the furnace and recast? No problem, what about Jiri's opinion."

Shirri, who was carrying the empty long tube, said softly with a firm voice: "I would like to ask the teacher for help."

"Everything is included in the teacher, are there any other requirements?"

"Will the teacher share a portion of the money for selling tailed beasts in the future to make me the richest man in Konoha?"

The lion's joke made Tomoma, who was still serious, squint his eyes and curl his lips, and smiled and waved his hands to let him walk forward.

The same trick can only be used once for Uchiha, and Lu Sheng would not continue to be fooled. He hurriedly pulled the girl who didn't know what horrible things would happen next and ran out of the office.

The evening dusk is always fascinating. The colorful rays of clouds in the sky and the clouds without fixed shapes are full of infinite possibilities like ninjas.

These days, Hashima accompanied Hashima to review documents in the Naruto office, which gave Madara a general understanding of various affairs in the Xinsheng village.

The level of danger of fighting between the mountains of books and the sea of ​​books is no less than a battlefield where swords and swords are bloody.

The former is far less effective than the latter's fist-to-fist-to-fist-to-fist-to-fist-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-flesh-to-f

The daily conflicts between various ninjas and the conflicts between ordinary ninjas and ninjas from ninjas when they were commissioned made them more and more comfortable to deal with.

Hashima, wearing a robe, looked more and more like a Naruto, and gradually became farther and farther away from the one he remembered that summoned the wooden escape and swept across Liuhe.

Which one is the real him? Or every one is the real him.

"What's wrong with Madara?" Hashirama stopped the pen in his hand and walked to his desk and looked at him with concern. "I just saw you look down. Are you troubled by these dense words?"

Madara looked at him without any worries, and swallowed the words to his mouth, and glanced at Naruto's position. He didn't want to see him in depression again: "Are there any documents? Get it."

Hashimara showed a happy smile on his face and brought a large pile of documents on his desk. The piles of documents made heavy noises on the table.

"It's okay, it'll be done soon."

Madara finally couldn't bear it anymore and twitched the corners of his mouth. Now he wanted to see Naruto's dejected look: "I think you are actually troubled by these dense words!"

"That's nothing. I know every word, but I don't know it if I combine it." Hashirama sighed and supported the table with his hands, staring at his friend with his eyes blankly.

The atmosphere in the room was moving towards melancholy with the naked eye. Madara was about to continue to complain, but he sensed the ninja that came in an instant.

The ninja with a mask stepped on the sunlight shining in outside the window and reported the news: "The location of the Nine-tailed Ones has been found, and the locations of other tailed beasts are still being searched."

After a brief report, Anbu handed over the scroll in his hand to Hashirama.

The rolled scroll lies quietly on the spotted desktop, and the words "Nine" are clearly visible on the green surface.

Madara, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up and looked at Hashirama.

Their eyes moved with the untied ribbon, and then stared at the spreading scroll intently.
Chapter completed!