Naruto: Rule the Roost from the Warring States Period

Konoha Village, Exercise Field 13.

“From now on, the Kyosuke team is officially established, and you will be partners who help each other from now on.”

Without waiting for the three little ones to cheer, he suddenly changed his tone and said with a sly smile: “But to be honest, I don’t trust your strength.

“So I decided to add an additional temporary test to you.”

“Test?”

A question mark rose in Yuto’s brain, he hadn’t heard that his father had set up a test beforehand.

Stinky boy, there are so many things you don’t know… Kyosuke reached into his arms and mysteriously pulled out a silver bell.

Jingle bell ~

held in the palm of the hand slightly swayed twice, the crisp bell sound firmly attracted the attention of the three.

“The rules are simple, no matter which of the three of you can touch it, you can be considered to have passed the test collectively.”

In Kyosuke’s opinion, his hint is obvious enough, and the three children should only understand the real assessment points.

However, he was soon disappointed, and there was no communication between Yuto and Kurama Jun from beginning to end.

“You can win by touching the bell, this is the best chance to beat Dad.” Yuto clenched his short sword, looking more like he was going to cut someone.

Perhaps he heard too many legends when he was a child, and since he can remember, in his world, his father is the one who symbolizes invincibility.

As the son of the ninja god, what greeted him was that kind of indescribable terrifying pressure in addition to praise.

“You can’t disgrace your father.”

“You are the son of Kyosuke Uchiha, and you must completely crush all your peers.”

Shouting tiredness is slackness, shouting bitterness is living up to talent, only by working hard and working hard can you get praise from parents and clansmen.

In the eyes of outsiders, being born in the family of the ninja god is an opportunity that cannot be sought.

But for Uchiha Yuto, the identity of Kyosuke’s son is a “curse mark” that he was born with and can never get rid of.

Fortunately, the little one is competitive enough and has a much more mature heart than his peers.

He knew very well in his heart that only strong strength could survive in the ninja world and protect his family.

Yuto doesn’t resent his parents and family, he calmly accepts the pressure of identity, just… Defeating his father has become a curse deeply imprinted in his heart.

It seems that if he succeeds, he has fulfilled everyone’s highest expectations of himself.

Maybe then, I can choose the lifestyle I want?

Yuto doesn’t know, he only knows one thing now, and everything he says today will complete the test of the bell.

On the other side, Kurama Jun also looked excited.

The Kurama family is small, with at most a few people in a generation.

The strength is not good, the reputation is insufficient, if it were not for the legendary blood succession limit bluff, it is estimated that the family would have been unable to survive in the Land of Fire.

So when he first pulled his father into the world of painting, the look of joy that radiated in despair he swore that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

And never allow yourself to forget.

“Father said that blood inheritance alone is not enough to become a top powerhouse.”

“The awakened people of the family, without exception, all died under the enemy’s sneak attack and assassination.”

“I will not repeat the mistakes of the past and become a ‘master’ who can only lay traps in advance.”

Boom! Drawing the long knife at his waist, Kurama Jun’s eyes were sharp, ready to show his teacher his hard-earned “phantom technique”.

The blood of the two boys is rushing to prove their strength by defeating the ninja god.

As for the clever Eri, he really saw Kyosuke-sensei’s intentions.

“Whew, but these two fools…” Seeing

that Yuto was the first to rush forward, Anzai Eri sighed slightly, cast a palm cactus as usual, and followed behind him to prepare for support.

The so-called teamwork does not necessarily mean to be humble to each other, you hit me and kick me.

True collaboration is about distributing their work wisely and maximizing everyone’s strengths.

You can’t let the powerful Yuren sweep the formation and force Eri to use palm cactus to compete with the teacher.

To do that is not responsible for the entire team.

Sangou Yu stared at his father’s every move, constantly simulating the defensive actions his father might make.

Clamp my short sword with your fingers?

Or is it hard connected by steel?

Dodge, thunder and bombardment, wind blowing, fire burning…

Damn, daddy has too many means … In less than two seconds, countless thoughts crossed Yuto’s mind.

In the end, he gave up his prejudgment and used his hard power to compete with his father.

In the blink of an eye, the short sword filled with thunder light had already slashed obliquely.

Its momentum is fast, like an eagle hitting the sky, which is completely different from the power that a ten-year-old boy can have.

Any instructor will praise his excellence, but unfortunately, he only got a word of evaluation in Kyosuke’s mouth.

“Stupid.”

The long hair of the shawl flicked suddenly, and it was as easy as a thin rope to bind the son whole.

Ninfa, the art of chaotic lion’s hair!

In the little guy’s stunned gaze, Kyosuke flicked his brain lightly, indicating that he had “died” at the moment.

“Miscalculation of the enemy’s strength and irrational offensive methods.”

“On the battlefield, this is the best way to die.”

Saying that, the black hair swept up in an instant, winding Eri in almost the same way.

“Insight into my thoughts, but blind to the recklessness of my companions.”

“Your cleverness will hurt you one day.”

Why not stop it, of course, she knows in her heart that no matter what, the teacher will not let them return to school.

In that case, why stop the impulses of the people.

Perhaps she never imagined that her indulgence would be exchanged for a real reprimand from the teacher.

“You two disappointed me so much.”

Bang! Eri rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and tears of grievance could not stop sliding from her pupils.

Seeing this situation, the self-blame in Yuren’s heart became a little stronger.

“It’s all to blame on me…”

After a little lesson to the two disciples, Kyosuke turned and looked at Kurama Jun, who had always remained as it was in the distance.

At this moment, he suddenly found that everything around him disappeared, and he seemed to have fallen into the abyss, without seeing the light or hearing the sound, as if he had been stripped from the whole world.

“Is this the world of illusion, a bit like a moon reading space.”

“No, the Sharingan Illusion is a pure action spirit, and the Kurama clan is directly aimed at my body.”

Outside, Kurama Jun wielded a long knife and slashed out a dark impact that tore the eternal night apart.

Black style Thousand Nights Fall!

His sword is the brush, and his slash is the illusion world that can sink the opponent.

This is Kurama Jun’s solo phantom technique, the black style flow knife technique.

At this moment, he is the embodiment of the Eternal Night Monarch, and no one can escape the engulfment of darkness.

Even if it is a ninja god, who wants to crack his own…

Bang! Before the smile at the corner of his mouth could spread, his left cheek was attacked by an invisible force.