Chapter 27 Ninjas of the Hand 1 Clan
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Zhong Er Shi Bing Wo Bu Zhi
Ling shook off the blood stains on the blade, the smile on his lips was still gentle, but he did not put the knife back into the sheath, "I think you might be willing to reorganize the language now?"
But soon, listening to the sound of swords being unsheathed in his ears, Ling showed a helpless smile, "You guys are really rude to your guests... but this is more convenient for me."
While Ling and others were doing their own things in an orderly manner, this somewhat remote town ushered in another team of ninjas. The leader of the team was a tall male ninja with a healthy wheat color and a decent and generous appearance. He just looked at It can make people trust.
But when passersby saw the man wiping the clan emblem on his forehead, they all retreated to avoid unnecessary death - even though they knew that the clan emblem belonged to the Thousand Hands clan, which was rumored to have a good temper. But who knows if some strange reason will be found for these powerful ninjas in the next second, and they will be killed for no reason?
The young ninja who led the team had long been accustomed to this and didn't care. He just led the half-grown teenagers behind him into a restaurant on the street and sat down in a corner where it was easy to observe.
After ordering food with the shop owner, the young team leader looked at a kid with a watermelon head in the team, "To be honest, you guys disappointed me in this mission, especially you, Hashirama."
The half-grown boy who was named by the man pursed his lips and tilted his head, but said nothing.
Seeing this, the young man sighed again, "Hashirama, you are indeed very powerful, but I must make it clear to you that you cannot have mercy on those suspicious targets that may threaten the completion of our mission while doing the mission."
"But they are just civilians passing by!" The half-grown boy known as Hashirama slammed the table and stood up, his eyes filled with anger, "There is no need to go to that level!"
The young man looked tired and rubbed his temples, "That level of illusion will not cause any harm to them at all, and it can also eliminate the unstable factors of the mission... In short, if you want to get the qualifications for independent missions, this is required."
"So I was—" Hashirama looked at the frightened store owner, smiled apologetically at him, then lowered his voice and sat back down, "So didn't I say that at the time?! They were just ordinary people who didn't even have chakra. people!"
"Hashirama, not everyone has your kind of intuition - besides, intuition can't be accurate every time." The young man covered his head, his voice sounded a little broken, "Even a sensing ninja cannot guarantee every one of his perceptions. They are all accurate, not to mention that people without chakra sometimes leak our information intentionally or unintentionally...
God, rather than taking you on a mission, I would rather find a fight with an Uchiha!The kind that determines both victory and defeat as well as life and death! "
The teenagers who were traveling with him also poked Hashirama, telling him not to be too stubborn.
Hashirama was not convinced and wanted to say something else, but at this moment the wind chime at the door of the store rang again, and a gentle voice also rang, "Excuse me, is there any wine for sale here?"
Hashirama didn't want to pay attention at first, but he saw the young man in front of him suddenly burst out with strong hostility. Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but turn his head and look over. What he saw was the bright-colored fire on the man's chest. Uchiha--he's from Uchiha!
"Yes, yes, there is wine here," the shop owner glanced at the group of people sitting in the corner, his voice was a little stumbling, "No, but..."
"That's great. Please give me a cup of ale mixed with tea - more tea. After all, it's really hard for me to find a shop like this. Please."
Hashirama couldn't help but look at the young man from Uchiha. The young man was dressed neatly in light-colored clothes, and his black hair was neatly combed behind his head - but the hair seemed a little unruly, sticking up on the young man's head. There are some naughty curves, but this does not damage the image of the young man. On the contrary, it reduces the sense of alienation caused by the too perfect face.
But what confused Hashirama the most was the ribbon used to cover the young man's face - after all, it was tacitly acknowledged by the entire ninja world that Uchiha was good at eye-jutsu. For the moment, he couldn't figure out why this young man Instead, cover your eyes.
[Are you practicing? 】
Thinking this way, Hashirama became more and more curious and couldn't help but stare at the young man.
"Is there something wrong with me? The eyes of some of you are very eager."
Hashirama was stunned and couldn't help but raise his head, facing the young man's turned face. Even if he didn't look directly into his eyes, Hashirama still felt like he was being watched. Along with it, there was also a feeling that made his hair stand on end. He felt a sense of crisis, so he subconsciously said, "No, I just have a lot of blood on my body, so I'm a little concerned."
The young man was stunned and lowered his head, "Eh? Blood stains? Where are they?"
"The right cuff and right hem..."
"Hey - I only have clean clothes... This is really giving me a headache. It seems that I should wear dark clothes in the future." The young man sighed and turned towards Hashirama with a smile on his lips, " Thanks for reminding me."
Hashirama was still a little dazed. He didn't expect that he would be thanked by Uchiha. He shook his head subconsciously, but when he looked at the blindfolded silk cloth of the other party, he came to his senses and said, "No, it's nothing. After all, we should help each other when we go out. …”
"Pfft, pfft hahaha - you are so funny, hahaha, but you are right, we should help each other when we go out hahahaha -"
And as the young man laughed, Hashirama felt that the hostility that had just followed him disappeared, but the doubts in his heart only increased instead of decreasing - why is this Uchiha family different from what the adults in the family said?
"Are you confused?" The young man propped his chin, with a gentle smile on his face, "Why am I different from the Uchiha that the older generation of your family calls me?"
Before Hashirama could react, the young man leading the team beside him spoke first, "Shopkeeper, why haven't the dishes we ordered arrived yet? Isn't it too slow?"
"Come here, come here." The store owner smiled, but couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Everyone knows that Senju and Uchiha can't be dealt with, who dares to get involved in the atmosphere you just had?" 】
After greeting the waiter to quickly serve both sides of the dishes, the store owner then led the waiter to step aside, trying to reduce his presence.
Hashirama didn't say anything under the threatening gaze of the young leader, but his eyes still fell unconsciously on the Uchiha sitting in the middle of the lobby, watching him quite proudly drink a large cup of ale mixed with tea in one gulp. All.
"It tastes good! Sure enough, there's nothing better than having a drink after the mission! I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied -" The Uchiha young man took a deep breath, "Boss, please pay the bill."
"No, no, no, I'll treat you, I'll treat you."
"That's not okay..." The young man shook his head slightly, and the smile on his lips turned helpless. He took out the money and put it on the table, "Although there are other [friends] here today who couldn't have a full drink, they are all trying to make a living, and I also There is no need to embarrass you...
Ah, that's right, those [friends] in the corner don't know whether you are the Senju clan or the Uzumaki clan, but next time you take the children of the clan out for training, you'd better not show hostility casually. This time, for the sake of For the sake of your child, I'll give you a break, but the Uchiha you meet next time may not be as good-tempered as me. "
After his identity was revealed, the young leader of the Qianju team was no longer silent. His words were full of sarcasm, "Oh, if you weren't surrounded by clansmen, do you really think I would care about you, a blind man? Can you give me your name then? Compete on the battlefield."
"My name..." The young man stood up with his staff and sword, and the smile at the corner of his mouth obviously turned upward, "My name is Uchiha Ling."
But soon, listening to the sound of swords being unsheathed in his ears, Ling showed a helpless smile, "You guys are really rude to your guests... but this is more convenient for me."
While Ling and others were doing their own things in an orderly manner, this somewhat remote town ushered in another team of ninjas. The leader of the team was a tall male ninja with a healthy wheat color and a decent and generous appearance. He just looked at It can make people trust.
But when passersby saw the man wiping the clan emblem on his forehead, they all retreated to avoid unnecessary death - even though they knew that the clan emblem belonged to the Thousand Hands clan, which was rumored to have a good temper. But who knows if some strange reason will be found for these powerful ninjas in the next second, and they will be killed for no reason?
The young ninja who led the team had long been accustomed to this and didn't care. He just led the half-grown teenagers behind him into a restaurant on the street and sat down in a corner where it was easy to observe.
After ordering food with the shop owner, the young team leader looked at a kid with a watermelon head in the team, "To be honest, you guys disappointed me in this mission, especially you, Hashirama."
The half-grown boy who was named by the man pursed his lips and tilted his head, but said nothing.
Seeing this, the young man sighed again, "Hashirama, you are indeed very powerful, but I must make it clear to you that you cannot have mercy on those suspicious targets that may threaten the completion of our mission while doing the mission."
"But they are just civilians passing by!" The half-grown boy known as Hashirama slammed the table and stood up, his eyes filled with anger, "There is no need to go to that level!"
The young man looked tired and rubbed his temples, "That level of illusion will not cause any harm to them at all, and it can also eliminate the unstable factors of the mission... In short, if you want to get the qualifications for independent missions, this is required."
"So I was—" Hashirama looked at the frightened store owner, smiled apologetically at him, then lowered his voice and sat back down, "So didn't I say that at the time?! They were just ordinary people who didn't even have chakra. people!"
"Hashirama, not everyone has your kind of intuition - besides, intuition can't be accurate every time." The young man covered his head, his voice sounded a little broken, "Even a sensing ninja cannot guarantee every one of his perceptions. They are all accurate, not to mention that people without chakra sometimes leak our information intentionally or unintentionally...
God, rather than taking you on a mission, I would rather find a fight with an Uchiha!The kind that determines both victory and defeat as well as life and death! "
The teenagers who were traveling with him also poked Hashirama, telling him not to be too stubborn.
Hashirama was not convinced and wanted to say something else, but at this moment the wind chime at the door of the store rang again, and a gentle voice also rang, "Excuse me, is there any wine for sale here?"
Hashirama didn't want to pay attention at first, but he saw the young man in front of him suddenly burst out with strong hostility. Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but turn his head and look over. What he saw was the bright-colored fire on the man's chest. Uchiha--he's from Uchiha!
"Yes, yes, there is wine here," the shop owner glanced at the group of people sitting in the corner, his voice was a little stumbling, "No, but..."
"That's great. Please give me a cup of ale mixed with tea - more tea. After all, it's really hard for me to find a shop like this. Please."
Hashirama couldn't help but look at the young man from Uchiha. The young man was dressed neatly in light-colored clothes, and his black hair was neatly combed behind his head - but the hair seemed a little unruly, sticking up on the young man's head. There are some naughty curves, but this does not damage the image of the young man. On the contrary, it reduces the sense of alienation caused by the too perfect face.
But what confused Hashirama the most was the ribbon used to cover the young man's face - after all, it was tacitly acknowledged by the entire ninja world that Uchiha was good at eye-jutsu. For the moment, he couldn't figure out why this young man Instead, cover your eyes.
[Are you practicing? 】
Thinking this way, Hashirama became more and more curious and couldn't help but stare at the young man.
"Is there something wrong with me? The eyes of some of you are very eager."
Hashirama was stunned and couldn't help but raise his head, facing the young man's turned face. Even if he didn't look directly into his eyes, Hashirama still felt like he was being watched. Along with it, there was also a feeling that made his hair stand on end. He felt a sense of crisis, so he subconsciously said, "No, I just have a lot of blood on my body, so I'm a little concerned."
The young man was stunned and lowered his head, "Eh? Blood stains? Where are they?"
"The right cuff and right hem..."
"Hey - I only have clean clothes... This is really giving me a headache. It seems that I should wear dark clothes in the future." The young man sighed and turned towards Hashirama with a smile on his lips, " Thanks for reminding me."
Hashirama was still a little dazed. He didn't expect that he would be thanked by Uchiha. He shook his head subconsciously, but when he looked at the blindfolded silk cloth of the other party, he came to his senses and said, "No, it's nothing. After all, we should help each other when we go out. …”
"Pfft, pfft hahaha - you are so funny, hahaha, but you are right, we should help each other when we go out hahahaha -"
And as the young man laughed, Hashirama felt that the hostility that had just followed him disappeared, but the doubts in his heart only increased instead of decreasing - why is this Uchiha family different from what the adults in the family said?
"Are you confused?" The young man propped his chin, with a gentle smile on his face, "Why am I different from the Uchiha that the older generation of your family calls me?"
Before Hashirama could react, the young man leading the team beside him spoke first, "Shopkeeper, why haven't the dishes we ordered arrived yet? Isn't it too slow?"
"Come here, come here." The store owner smiled, but couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Everyone knows that Senju and Uchiha can't be dealt with, who dares to get involved in the atmosphere you just had?" 】
After greeting the waiter to quickly serve both sides of the dishes, the store owner then led the waiter to step aside, trying to reduce his presence.
Hashirama didn't say anything under the threatening gaze of the young leader, but his eyes still fell unconsciously on the Uchiha sitting in the middle of the lobby, watching him quite proudly drink a large cup of ale mixed with tea in one gulp. All.
"It tastes good! Sure enough, there's nothing better than having a drink after the mission! I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied -" The Uchiha young man took a deep breath, "Boss, please pay the bill."
"No, no, no, I'll treat you, I'll treat you."
"That's not okay..." The young man shook his head slightly, and the smile on his lips turned helpless. He took out the money and put it on the table, "Although there are other [friends] here today who couldn't have a full drink, they are all trying to make a living, and I also There is no need to embarrass you...
Ah, that's right, those [friends] in the corner don't know whether you are the Senju clan or the Uzumaki clan, but next time you take the children of the clan out for training, you'd better not show hostility casually. This time, for the sake of For the sake of your child, I'll give you a break, but the Uchiha you meet next time may not be as good-tempered as me. "
After his identity was revealed, the young leader of the Qianju team was no longer silent. His words were full of sarcasm, "Oh, if you weren't surrounded by clansmen, do you really think I would care about you, a blind man? Can you give me your name then? Compete on the battlefield."
"My name..." The young man stood up with his staff and sword, and the smile at the corner of his mouth obviously turned upward, "My name is Uchiha Ling."
