Chapter 167 New

Chapter 169 New

Arriving at the training ground in the woods covered with snow, Naruto saw the newly replaced wooden stakes from a distance, and slowly walked to the middle of the training ground and stopped.

He turned to look at Jiraiya, who was slowly arriving, and asked suddenly.

"Since it is actual combat training, should everything be based on the actual combat situation? What I mean is letting go of one's true nature and so on."

"Nature?" Jiraiya didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. He was still kept in the dark and said casually, "Whatever, you can fight how you want."

After finishing speaking, Jiraiya stretched out a hand and showed a proud smile.

"I'll give you a hand."

"Okay." Naruto smiled. Without the shadow clone, he directly rushed forward with a single-handed Rasengan in a curve, "Old man, just stick your neck out and die!"

Hearing this, Jiraiya frowned and clenched his fists immediately.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

With a few bangs, Jiraiya flashed and kicked Naruto directly on the wrist. The Rasengan suddenly covered the snow uncontrollably and violently turned the ground out of a big hole!

"Hey, kid, didn't you say you want to be truthful?" Naruto covered his wrist and grimaced in pain.

"It's quite real now. At least the beating you received is very real." Jiraiya, who had silver hair, clapped his hands and said, "That's it for today. It's snowing heavily."

"You have now mastered the Rasengan. A winter's hard work has not been in vain."

"Only a talented person like me can learn a ninjutsu so quickly in one winter." Naruto was not embarrassed at all. His speed was indeed pretty good.

At least now the only people who know Rasengan are Jiraiya and him. If a battle breaks out, when facing the enemy, this move can often hit the opponent unexpectedly.

"Absolutely, so-so." Jiraiya scratched his head.

The wind was getting stronger and the snow was falling. The two of them started to look back and saw a vast expanse of white. There was almost no sound in the forest except for the cold wind and the sound of stepping on the snow.

It seemed that the whole world had become quiet, and Naruto walked in front in silence. Jiraiya was two steps behind, one foot deep and one foot shallow, stepping on the snow. Occasionally, he could break dead branches and make a crisp crackling sound.

When we returned to the village, the sounds around us started to become lively.

Children wearing thick cotton hats and cotton gloves were fighting and running on the street, shouting lines for ninja games, and grabbing snow to use as shurikens.

Jiraiya and Naruto stood on the side of the street for a while, watching the children slam the white snowballs onto the red wall. The tiles on the old wall were knocked off and fell on the thick layer of snow. No one cared.

Naruto looked at everything in front of him and thought of Moshan Mountain with red walls and white snow. He only found it interesting and smiled.

Jiraiya, who was standing next to him, suddenly patted Naruto on the shoulder. Naruto turned around and saw an awkward smile on his face, as if he was a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Naruto was slightly stunned and asked: "Luxury Immortal, what's wrong with you?"

"That." He pointed at the group of fighting children with a flattering smile on his face.

He blinked, he had seen that smile in his previous life. It was a winter night, and my grandfather, who had been missing for five years, was brought back by people from the police station.

There was heavy snow falling on the shoulders of the shiny military coat, and his hands, which were chapped by the cold and swollen and red, tightly grasped the toy of a seven-year-old child and handed it to the sixteen-year-old.

With the same kind of flattering and embarrassing smile on his face, he panted hard and said.

"Take it and play."

"What?" He came back to his senses, his voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed and asked.

Jiraiya chuckled dryly, still pointing his finger at the group of children throwing snowballs, and asked with some restraint.

"Did you play this with your friends when you were a kid?"

"Um."

"That's good, that's good." Jiraiya retracted his hand, smiled awkwardly, and then walked towards the izakaya, shouting loudly.

"Really, you should have a few drinks in this weather!"

Naruto stood there without watching Jiraiya leave, without saying a word and without any expression on his face. He did not slowly leave until heavy snow fell on his shoulders.

We'll talk about the future later, but the Akatsuki organization really has no meaning for its existence.

If you have time, just kill them all.

He doesn't care about other people's grievances or deep hatreds. He just wants to kill them all together. Standing in front of an enemy's tombstone to repent is always the most pious moment.

I walked back home through the rustling snow. The moment I turned the key, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Ino opened the door wearing a blue apron, her hair was slightly messy, and she was wearing a thick pink sweater under the apron. She was a little confused when she saw Naruto.

Naruto was also stunned for a moment. He had been training with Jiraiya in the past few months, basically training day and night besides eating and sleeping.

I have practiced all the taijutsu and genjutsu Rasengan over and over again. The effect is certainly significant.

A veteran like Jiraiya has quick reactions and experience, and has endless tricks in battle. Naruto took the beating for a month and finally got used to it.

The last training just now was just to let off steam, so I cleverly called out "old man", but unexpectedly I got another beating.

"Why are you here?" Naruto smiled.

"Come here as soon as you want." Ino pulled him in, holding his sleeves at the entrance with one hand and patting the snow off his shoulders with the other, "Are you going to train again?"

"How did you know?"

"How could you not know if you haven't seen anyone for two or three months? You underestimate Jiraiya-sama's reputation too much." Ino put the shoes in front of him and said, change shoes quickly.

With that said, Ino hurried to the kitchen.

Naruto was still a little confused and didn't know what happened to Ino today, so Mimi Huhu entered the living room and stood for a while. Kyuubi was lying on the exclusive small sofa, already asleep with his eyes squinted, his stomach rising and falling slightly.

Water was being boiled in the kitchen, and the soup in the pot began to boil, emitting a trace of white gas.

In the living room, under the bright yellow light, Naruto looked toward the kitchen for a long time. Ino walked up to him, frowned and stared at him, then reached out and touched his forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stupid? Are you obsessed with this girl's beauty?"

"What day is it today?"

"It's New Year's Day." Ino sighed and looked at Naruto, "I knew you would forget, so I came here specially. How about it?"

"Without me, someone would have missed the New Year's Day completely."

"Isn't the New Year's Festival in a few days?" Naruto asked after being stunned for a long time.

"Have you forgotten it?" Ino said with her hands on her hips and snorted softly, "Practice has damaged your brain. I'm afraid no one will want it in the future."

"Thank you, Ino."

"There's no need to thank you for that kind of thing. If you put it like that," Ino's face turned red, "I think the atmosphere is weird."

"As if"

Ino said so quietly that Naruto didn't hear it and had already rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen. As expected, Ino's cooking skills were very limited and she could cook a lot of soup in one pot.

He sighed silently, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and started doing it himself. Ino saw Naruto cooking, so she sat nervously on the sofa.

She finally mustered up the courage. Although she pretended not to be nervous at the door, she...

"Ino." Naruto suddenly poked his head out of the kitchen and called out.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Come with me to meet someone later."

"Huh? Who are you meeting?"