Hiruzen of Konoha is my father

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." A man wearing a Konoha vest squeezed Long away and quickly walked forward carrying a stretcher.

Long turned his head and glanced at the person on the stretcher, who was gritting his teeth and covering his severed arm, sweating all over his head and trying desperately not to scream out. Long watched the stretcher go away, picked up the kettle that had just been knocked to the ground, and walked into the tent in front of him.

"Drink some water. I don't know where the supply officer went. I can't find dry food for you." Long handed the water bottle on his hand to Asma, who had a few bandages wrapped around his body. He leaned on the bed frame and listened quietly. Listening to the chaotic shouts outside, I was distracted and didn't know what to think about.

After Asma took a few sips of water, she noticed that Long seemed to be a little dazed since he came back. She remembered what her senior had told her before about her mental illness due to the inability to see a large number of casualties. She quickly raised her hand and waved in front of Long. He called Long back who was distracted.

"Are you okay?" "It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Long closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, but every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to feel a sharp blade sticking out from the darkness, which scared him. He immediately opened his eyes again. This situation gradually made him mentally depressed.

"Would you like to sleep for a while? I'll give you my bed." "No, if the doctor sees it, they will arrest me and throw me out." Long smiled and shook his head. The camp is now in a level one alert state, and everyone must wait at all times. The attack order applies to everyone except the wounded, but Long's special characteristics allow him to freely enter and leave the wounded tent.

"How long do you think it will take us to drive the Mist Ninja out?" Asuma asked a little disappointed, because it was their group of people who performed the surveillance mission. Now if something goes wrong, someone must take responsibility. Of course, most of them have already She took responsibility, but Asuma still felt that she still couldn't accept it.

"Take peace of mind and recover from your injuries. The war here will not last long." Long stood up. He felt that someone seemed to be coming towards him, and he also needed to go on a mission.

One hand lifted up the tent and poked his head in. It was Deputy Orochimaru who had issued the order before. Sure enough, the man nodded to Long and went out. Long patted the worried Asma on the shoulder and followed him out of the tent.

"Sir Orochimaru has given instructions. Because one person in your class was killed and one was injured, you will now be transferred to another class to perform patrol and security tasks. This is your class information." Orochimaru's deputy handed over a piece of paper and said After leaving, Long held the paper tightly and kept checking the names on it. After confirming again and again, Long walked towards the class with a sigh of relief.

"2561..2562..2563" In the huge tent, everyone was resting nervously, but one of them seemed to be full of endless energy and was still exercising himself. People around him were constantly talking about him. He ignored all the sarcasm and continued to do his own thing.

"Who is Matt Dai?" A young man wearing a Konoha forehead protector, wearing clothes with the Uchiha clan emblem and carrying a short sword on his back asked everyone while holding a piece of paper as if he was looking for something.

"Here I am, what you are looking for, Matt Dai." Dai quickly rushed to the Uchiha boy at a speed that no one could react, and assumed an extremely difficult posture, which scared the Uchiha boy almost. Throwing the paper in his hand on the ground, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Ah...Ah. Hello, you are very tall...Nice to meet you."

"So..." The Uchiha boy looked down at the paper in his hand again, checked his name and asked again, "Then the one here is Sarutobi Ryu?"

"Here"

Dai and the Uchiha boy turned around and saw a child walking over with a samurai sword on his back and a black and red tight-fitting outfit with a forehead protector on his head. Yes, a child.

The Uchiha boy stared blankly at the child walking and chatting happily with the pervert in the green tights from before. He began to wonder if he had offended someone somewhere. It was such a shame for someone to harm him like this. pig heart

"Well, it seems that you two know each other, so let me introduce myself." Under the shade of a tree far away from the tent, the Uchiha boy interrupted the two people who were chatting and cleared his throat. .

"My name is Uchiha Shisui. I am best at illusions. I am also good at ninjutsu. You two should also tell me what you are good at." After listening to Uchiha Shisui's introduction, Dai and Long looked at each other. After taking a look, Dai nodded and said.

"I'm Matt Dai. I'm good at taijutsu. What I'm least good at are other arts besides taijutsu." Dai's self-introduction made Shisui's head suddenly covered with a black line, and he hugged him. Any hope of looking at Long.

"My name is Sarutobi Long. I am good at ninjutsu and swordsmanship. I can only say that I understand illusions but am not good at using them. However, I can invalidate the enemy's illusions." Long's answer immediately cheered up Shisui. Looking at Long who was eager to try, Shisui immediately turned into Sharingan and stared directly at Long's eyes, and Long stared back not to be outdone.

I saw Long's eyes looking directly at the Sharingan. After a moment of confusion, he immediately regained his consciousness. Shisui, who did not believe in evil, cast several illusions of different levels one after another. They were all the same. Only then did he believe it. This explains what Long said about the invalidation of illusions.

"Very good, it seems that our team is not as unbearable as I thought. Seeing that you are very confident about your own strength, I will not continue to ask questions. Everyone goes to rest. Just wait, meet here in three hours." After Shisui finished speaking, he disappeared in a blink of an eye, making Long who was watching envious. With his physical condition, he still couldn't bear the pressure that a blink of an eye would bear. If you want to improve your physical fitness. . . .

"What's wrong, Long? Why are you looking at me all of a sudden?" Dai looked at Long strangely. He seemed to feel that Long had some intention for him, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

"Um, Dai," Long said with a look of reluctance on his face, holding his right wrist tightly.

"Can I...continue to participate in your training?" Long seemed to have exhausted all his strength to say this. After saying this, his whole body turned pale as if the blood had been drained, but Dai did not pay attention to this strange scene. All he knew was that Long said something that surprised him.

"Really? Let's start now. First, run 20 laps around the camp. We will go on a mission later, so don't overtrain."

"Can I take back what I just said?"