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In order for Qiyu to eat more, there were not a few pieces in the Uchiha incense bowl. Qiyu knew that her mother-in-law would not eat it unless he finished it first, so he quickly cleaned up the fish in his bowl.
"Okay, then go to rest after eating, I'm here, I'll clean up later." Uchiha Xiang glanced around the dining table, with a smile on his face, pointing to the door with chopsticks.
"Hey, that's fine!" Saitama didn't hesitate, got up and left.
"I'll come down to wash the dishes in a while, and let Grandma Xiang eat for a while." Qiyu turned and left, thinking that Grandma Xiang was getting old, so she could do some housework at home, since there was nothing to do anyway.
"But it's better to be at home. The food is not comparable to ordinary ones!" Saitama muttered silently, which reminded him of the food eaten in the front line. Although he was full, the taste was far worse than this.
After changing shoes at the entrance, Saitama went upstairs.
It's already late December, and the new year is coming soon.Next year, Saitama will start eating at the age of eight, and she has been in this world for so many years, and she seems to be getting used to this kind of life more and more.
The premise is that no one will break the peace!
It was warm in the room, so Saitama took off his shirt and sat cross-legged on the tatami mat naked.
His thin body was covered with wounds, some of which were left over from missions just after graduation, and some were left behind on the battlefield.Among them, there are particularly obvious scars on the chest, back and shoulders.
Pulled out a scroll from the side and spread it on his thigh, Saitama's little hand opened it one by one.
This is a one-axis ninjutsu written by Saitama himself. It records the "Thunder-Chakra Mode" from scratch, as well as his experience in changing the nature of the thunder attribute Chakra.
Touching his forehead, Qiyu began to think about the omissions above, and he was going to continue to improve the above things.
This scroll was copied to Zhishui not long ago, so Zhishui has a copy, but it has no effect.
"In this period, Kakashi's ninjutsu against Chidori should have a prototype, or has it been developed? When can I talk to Kakashi?"
Saitama knows that there is a gap between his "Chidori" power and the original version. If Kakashi's Chidori power belongs to A-level, his own should only be at B-level level, so maybe he can continue to communicate with Kakashi Complete.
With his chin propped up, many ideas popped up in his mind, and Qiyu memorized them one by one, preparing to experiment slowly later.
Time passed by in a hurry, except for going down to wash the dishes on time, Qiyu stayed upstairs until midnight before going to bed.
……
This is an empty and dark place, and there are intricate pipes everywhere, and a bridge connects two directions in these pipes.
"Shut up!" The sound of collision resounded on the bridge, and a figure appeared at one end of the bridge, and the face of this person could not be seen clearly in the darkness.
"Mission failed! The target's strength is very strong, even stronger than the intelligence's description!" On the other side of the bridge, there was a half-kneeling figure with a mask on his face.
"Oh? Are you saying that the elite Chunin is underestimated?" The standing man made a somewhat old voice, but he was still full of energy.
"The target's speed is extremely fast, and ordinary Jonin can't catch it! Even the subordinates have suffered from the target!" Kneeling there, the voice of the figure was low, and he reported truthfully.
"Well! Go down."
"Yes!"
At the end of the conversation, there was one less figure on the bridge, and the tranquility was restored here.
"Uchiha Saitama? Hehe, the old man is more interested in you! What will be the secret of the Uchiha family?"
The faint light passed through the gaps in the surrounding pipes, hitting half of the shadow's body, revealing a face wrapped in bandages.
……
"Saitama, Saitama!"
Grandma Xiang's voice sounded in her ear, Qiyu rubbed her eyes, stretched her hand aside to touch her own knife, and then sat up halfway.
"Hey, here we come!" Saitama rarely slept late today.
Dressed, washed, and put on everything a ninja needs, Saitama walked down the stairs slowly.
"Saitama doesn't look like a ninja anymore! Ninjas don't sleep in!" As soon as they reached the kitchen door, Grandma Xiang began to criticize Saitama, with a teasing tone in her tone.
"Well, I haven't slept so comfortably for a long time." Saitama pretended not to hear it, and avoided the topic with a laugh.
It's one o'clock past seven in the morning, and the sky is not yet fully lit, but Granny Xiang gets up to cook at around six o'clock.
Breakfast is still rice balls and a bowl of seaweed soup.
Qiyu blew on the hot steam from the soup, drank half a mouthful, glanced at Granny Xiang at the table, who was eating rice balls slowly, with a relaxed expression on her face.
Such a life is not bad!
"Mother-in-law, I won't eat at home at noon, the captain left a meal for lunch."
After taking a few sips of soup to warm up his stomach, Qiyu picked up a big rice ball and spoke without saying a word.
Uchiha Xiang knew that Saitama had joined the family's guard team, and the captain was the patriarch Uchiha Fugaku. In her heart, it was not surprising that she was left for dinner by her boss, so she didn't feel anything else.
Nodding, Uchiha Xiang squinted his eyes and looked at Saitama: "Okay, old woman, I will only cook my own at noon."
"Okay." Qiyu finished the rice ball in his hand in two mouthfuls, and then finished the soup in front of him, Qiyu got up and left the table.
"Grandma, I'm going to practice first, you eat slowly!" Saitama left behind a word, opened the door and left.
……
"Youth is blood!"
"hey-hey!"
"Kai!!"
