Chapter 563 Guidance

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"They are just suspecting that Big Brother Aizen is not dead either..."

As Nakoki's calm voice slowly fell on the field, Tsunade's pupils shrank suddenly!

She suddenly calmed down and remained silent for a while, her eyes were lowered, making it difficult for people to see the expression in her eyes.

Nakoki glanced at her indiscernibly, at this moment, Tsunade's slightly hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"Those old guys... are really going too far..."

"Let's go, Shengshu, let me see what these old guys are thinking!"

Speaking of this, she suddenly raised her eyes, her delicate and pretty face had long since lost the playful and serious look on her face.

Hearing her words, Sheng Shu said softly.

"Okay, since you agree, sister, then my order has been fulfilled, let's go back together."

After finishing speaking, Tsunade nodded slightly, and the figures of the two quickly disappeared into the forest.

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In the night, the stars are dotted on the dark sky, under the pale moonlight.

Located in a remote forest in Muye Village, a small figure was hacking and hacking profusely in the night.

The boy's black hair was covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes were very tough.

The silver-white blade gleamed coldly under the moonlight. It was held in the young man's hand, and he slashed on the huge tree stump in front of him time and time again.

This action has been going on for a long time, but there is only a deep knife mark on the stump.

Every time the boy slashed, it was exactly the same, with the same angle and increasing strength, but each time the slash landed on that dent that got deeper and deeper.

"Pan!"

At this moment, it seemed that the arm was sore!

The boy froze slightly during the next slash, and the blade involuntarily slashed heavily on the tree stump, but it didn't hit the same position as before!

"call...."

The young man couldn't help exhaling heavily, because he had been chopping for a long time, his body was completely soaked as if he had been immersed in water.

At this moment, in the dark, a hoarse and heavy voice sounded slowly.

"It seems that today's practice has come to an end...Sasuke..."

Accompanied by the appearance of a hoarse voice, under the hazy night, in the forest not far away, a tall and generous figure slowly walked towards Sasuke.

His silver-white hair was slightly conspicuous in the moonlight, and the skin on his face looked very old. The most noticeable thing was that the cuff of one of his arms was actually empty.

Hearing the voice of the visitor, Sasuke slowly raised his head that looked very tired, a pair of slightly dim eyes could not help but look at the visitor, and said slowly with some stubbornness.

"Senior Shuo Mao...I, I can still persevere!"

In response, Sakumo glanced at Sasuke whose arms were trembling slightly, and said hoarsely.

"Your body can't hold it anymore, and the practice of knife skills must be done step by step. Your physical condition does not allow you to do it overnight. Go back."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and slowly turned around and walked towards the village.

This is already Sasuke's first week of training with Sakumo, and he reached an agreement with Minato during Itachi's invasion of Konoha.

After thinking twice, Minato decided to let Sakumo, who had given up his ninja status, guide Sasuke's growth. After all, Sakumo was once an excellent ninja in all aspects.

At this moment, hearing Sakumo's words, Sasuke's eyes darkened, and he said in a dejected way.

"This kind of practice...can this kind of practice really make me grow!"

I saw him hanging his head, looking at his trembling arm and the snow-white blade with unwilling eyes. Under the moonlight, the silver-white light of the blade was so dazzling.

Hearing Sasuke's words behind him, Sakumo stopped slowly, turned his head slightly, and said in a slow and heavy voice.

"Sasuke, even if he has the excellent ninja talent of the Uchiha clan, but... in future battles between the enemy and us, the most basic physical foundation is the best measure to test whether a ninja can survive to the end."

Speaking of this, Shuo Mao's eyes froze slightly, and he continued.

"In the world of ninjas, in the face of a brutal battle, Chakra depletion is a common thing. When we can't use ninjutsu, all we can do is truly shirtless fighting! "

"And among them, saber technique, as an existence born out of physical technique, is also the sharpest killing power!"

Hearing Sakumo's words, Sasuke's eyes widened.

At this moment, Shuo Mao glanced at him gravely, and said hoarsely.

"Sasuke, hold the knife in your hand tightly!"

Hearing his words, Sasuke couldn't help but clenched the Taidao tightly in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A pitch-black cold light flashed by in the night!

"Clang!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, sparks suddenly sputtered!

Sasuke couldn't help feeling a pain in his palm, and the sword in his hand had already spun and crashed into the grass in the distance.

He looked at Shuo Mao in the distance with some astonishment, Shuo Mao looked at him calmly, and said in a calm voice.

"You can't even do the basics of holding a knife, so how can you think about further cultivation?"

"If you don't lay these foundations well, no matter how gorgeous your future moves are, they will be nothing more than castles in the air. When you encounter a real strong enemy, you will never have the opportunity to correct these mistakes."

After finishing speaking, he turned around slowly and continued to walk towards the village.

Under Sasuke's thoughtful gaze, Sakumo's hoarse voice slowly floated in the cold night wind.

"Go back, recover your body and come back tomorrow. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you some new skills on the basis of the most basic knife holding. Whether you can learn it depends on yourself..."

After hearing these words, a flash of enlightenment flashed in the eyes of Sasuke who was holding his palm.

He glanced at the knife edge on the thick tree stump that ended his practice tonight, he couldn't help but feel slightly glaring, and then he saw him slowly get up and put away the sword, and the small figure left here with the cold wind.

On a remote street in Konoha.

Unlike the bustling Muye Night Market in the distance, this place is very simple and the lights are relatively dim.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of slow footsteps on the street, I saw Shuo Mao with white hair slowly appearing from the corner of the street under the light of the street lamp.

With only one arm, he walked forward slowly, with a very vicissitudes of life on his face.

It doesn't look like a ninja who has killed countless enemies on the battlefield at all, but more like an old man in his dying years.

Just when he was walking under the dim light, his footsteps stopped slightly, and his slightly hoarse voice calmly said.

"You came?"