Naruto's graceful style

As the sun sets over the west mountain, the dim light shines down, and the entire Konoha Village seems to be covered with a soft and hazy veil, making it look very peaceful and peaceful.

hey.

In front of a barbecue restaurant, there was a little boy standing, holding a cardboard box that was a little bigger than himself in his arms.

The boy's name is Yuta. He is seven years old. He has neat short black hair, a childish face and a pair of bright eyes.

He was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black knee-length shorts. They were very ordinary clothes, but they looked extremely comfortable.

Looking at the figure that passed by and walked away, Yuta slowly looked back. If he read correctly, that boy should be Hatake Kakashi.

That's right, with that striking silver hair and sultry black mask, there should be no other person in Konoha besides him.

"He has become a chuunin. He is six years old. He is indeed a genius."

Yuta muttered in his mind.

Some time ago, the news that Hatake Kakashi was promoted to chuunin at the age of six spread throughout the streets and alleys of the village. Discussions about him could be heard everywhere, and everyone was praising this talented boy, the new star of Konoha, etc. Even in her own barbecue restaurant, Yuta heard it a lot.

Becoming a chuunin at the age of six was truly an amazing thing.

But in Yuta's ears, it always had a different meaning. You know, he is seven years old this year, but he hasn't even gone to ninja school yet. As a time traveler, he feels deeply ashamed.

It is more appropriate to say that it is time travel, rather than rebirth. When he first came to this world, the surroundings were in chaos. Yuta could feel everything around him, but he could not open his eyes or use his hands and feet. Only later did he understand his situation. It turns out that he was reborn as a fetus in his belly.

Then came a few months of long waiting. Yuta was born. Looking at his parents, their happy and concerned eyes, and their meticulous care for him, made him feel the love of his parents even though he knew that he was a time-travelling Yuta. Care, that inseparable connection that comes from blood.

They are his parents in this life.

During the war years, my parents went through many twists and turns and suffered a lot in order to survive.

At that time, it was the period of the Second War of the Ninja World, which made Yuta realize that this was the world of Naruto, and he also accidentally heard a few words about ninjas from others, such as Rain Ninja, Suna Ninja, Jiraiya, Orochimaru, etc. .

After hearing this, Yuta was so excited that he actually traveled to the world of Naruto. In other words, all the gorgeous ninjutsu that he had imagined in his previous life would become a reality in this life.

From that moment on, he secretly vowed to become a powerful ninja.

After the end of World War II, my parents used their savings saved for many years to open a barbecue restaurant, and their life became settled.

However, when Yuta was full of joy and planned to start his career as a ninja, he desperately discovered that he did not have the golden finger unique to being a time traveler.

There were no systems, super powers, heaven-defying bloodlines, etc. For this reason, he was depressed for a long time. He did not think about food or tea, which made his parents think that the child was sick. Thanks to him discovering it in time, he would not be sick. Was taken to the hospital.

Thinking of all the memories from the past, Yuta couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"Yuta, Yuta."

His mother's shout came from the barbecue shop behind him. Yuta put back his thoughts, walked inside with the carton filled with ingredients in his arms, and replied: "Here he comes."

Walking into the store, Yuta saw the busy figure of his mother, holding a barbecue in her hand and shuttling between the tables.

"Kid, your dad is almost overwhelmed."

Youma turned around and urged, placing the barbecue plate on the guest table, but as soon as she turned around, the plate on the next table suddenly fell down, and all the meat skewers on the plate flew in the air and were about to fall to the ground.

Whoosh.

In Yuma's panicked eyes, Yuta's figure suddenly appeared like a breeze. He was seen holding the cardboard box in one hand, shaking the other hand a few times, and then firmly caught the plate, along with all the barbecue. Catch.

"Huh"

The customers who saw this couldn't help but their eyes lit up, and they praised him one after another, causing other customers in the store to look here.

"Your barbecue."

Yuta smiled, put the plate on the table, and said to his mother, "I'm going to help dad." Then he walked towards the kitchen.

You can still faintly hear the chatter of the guests behind.

"Boss Boss, your child must be a student at a ninja school if he is so skilled."

"I see, even in school, they are among the top ones, not like that brat from my family."

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Youma barely smiled when she heard this, but she didn't answer.

In the evening, when the business of the barbecue restaurant is at its best, Yuta came to the back kitchen carrying the ingredients. His father was busy working in front of the grill. When he saw him come in, he gave a few instructions and then concentrated on grilling again.

Smelling the smell of greasy meat in the kitchen, Yuta had already gotten used to it. He put down the carton in his hand, sat on the small stool, and moved his hands skillfully.

Swish swish.

I saw him holding a sharp knife. As he waved it, the ingredients turned into exquisite and small blocks, and then were quickly cut into skewers. His movements were smooth and smooth, without any pause, and he began to prepare the next skewer. .

Yuta has been working in the kitchen for two years since he was five years old. These actions have long been familiar to him, and it can be said that they have become a complete instinct of his body.

Sometimes he wonders if he is very talented in this area and opening a barbecue restaurant is his way out.

However, he quickly nipped this dangerous idea in the bud. He wanted to become a famous ninja in the entire ninja world, so he didn't want to be a barbecue boy all his life.

As night fell, the number of customers in the store gradually decreased after a small peak, and the movements of Yuta's hands also slowed down a bit. He knew that according to past conditions, the store would be almost empty of customers in a short time, and the barbecue restaurant's business would be over for the day.

However, his training has just begun.

"Be safe on the road and welcome to come again next time."

At the entrance of the store, Youma let out a long sigh of relief as she saw off the last few customers.

It can be seen that she is very tired after a busy night, but there is a glint in her eyes, which seems to be a little happiness brought by this fulfilling and stable life.

Turning around and going back to the store, she looked at Yuta who was cleaning. A smile appeared on Yu's mother's face. She was very satisfied with her obedient and sensible son.

After Yuta finished cleaning, Yu's father also prepared dinner, and the family of three gathered around the dining table to eat with relish.

The night is getting darker.

The lights of every house in the village gradually went out, and silence fell all around.

In the backyard of the barbecue restaurant, under the dim moonlight, a little boy was stepping on a branch with his feet, standing upside down with his head facing down, as if his feet were glued to the branches.

The boy is Yuta.

Every day after his parents fell asleep, he would quietly practice chakra in the backyard. Over a long period of time, his mastery of chakra has reached a certain level. He has become proficient in everything from climbing trees with his feet to stepping on water. master.

Even though he didn't even go to ninja school now, his current level is definitely no worse than those who go to school, or even a bit better.

This is the only thing he is happy about now. His talent in chakra control seems to be very good.

Speaking of which, it's not that Yuta doesn't want to go to a ninja school. He really wants to go. Since he was four years old, he has been clamoring to go to a ninja school and become a ninja, but his parents would not agree.

Yuta can roughly guess the reason. In the eyes of civilians, ninja is a high-risk profession. Although it looks beautiful, the risks behind it are self-evident.

It just so happened that Yuta was born in a war era, and his parents had seen too many examples of life and death, and white-haired people giving away black-haired people. Therefore, they would never agree to their children becoming ninjas.

Yuta also tried to convince his parents, but to no avail, so he gave up.

just.

Now he is seven years old. It is not an exaggeration to call him an elderly child. Many little kids start school at the age of three or four, let alone a pervert like Kakashi who graduates at the age of five.

As a civilian, Yuuta had very little access to ninjutsu knowledge.

Without the inheritance of a big family like Uchiha and Hinata, nor the accumulation of ordinary ninja families, it was too difficult for him to explore alone. Chakra training is okay, but what about ninjutsu?

The only thing they could count on was the Ninja School, Konoha's educational institution dedicated to cultivating ninjas, but it was also blocked by their parents.

Speaking of those ninja tool shops, Yuta has been to them many times. Except for those one-time use ninjutsu scrolls, there are only some low-level ninjutsu that he has never even heard of in his previous life.

And more importantly, he can't afford it. He's so strapped for money. Damn it.

"call."

In the backyard, Yuta was panting slightly. Just now he had completed a hundred sit-ups, standing upside down on a tree branch.

Although the focus of his training was on chakra control, he did not neglect the necessary physical training.

After resting for a while, Yuta's waist suddenly exerted force, and he flipped up violently. He squatted on the branch as dexterously as an ape, then grabbed the branch with both hands and began to do pull-ups.

While Yuta was exercising, Yuma was standing quietly behind the wooden door in the backyard, looking through the crack in the door at the figures working hard in the yard.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

Dad You just got up at night and saw his wife standing motionless behind the door, yawning and asked.

Youma didn't answer, so he looked forward and fell silent for a moment after seeing the small figure in the yard.

As parents, how could they not know what Yuta was thinking.

But there was no way they could agree on becoming a ninja.

But now, seeing Yuta exercising secretly, the two of them were shaken in their determination.

"This kid is messing around so late."

Dad You muttered something in a low voice. Seeing that his wife was silent, he suddenly sighed, put his hands on his wife's shoulders, and whispered: "Otherwise, let him go."

What You's father is talking about, You's mother knows clearly.

She lowered her head and pondered for a long time. Finally, she said nothing and walked upstairs.