Naruto's graceful style

The conversation between father and son lasted for a long time by the river, and it was almost evening when the two returned home.

"Father, brother, you are back."

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, a small figure ran out from inside.

Uchiha Fugaku had already returned to his usual serious expression, and looked at Sasuke who rushed out with a straight face. The latter suddenly shrank like a frightened rabbit.

However, thinking of the conversation by the river just now, Uchiha Fugaku rarely said a lesson, but forced out a smile, and then walked straight into the courtyard under Sasuke's surprised gaze.

"Brother, father, did I see this wrong today?"

After Uchiha Fugaku entered, Sasuke blinked blankly, almost wondering if he was dazzled.

This time, instead of scolding him, his father smiled at him.

It's so abnormal

However, little Sasuke was very happy about this abnormality, and even hoped that it would be like this in the future.

"You read that right."

After rubbing Sasuke's head, Uchiha Itachi showed a fond smile on his face. He also saw the change in Uchiha Fugaku's expression just now.

"Really"

Sasuke looked surprised and stretched out his hand to pull Uchiha Itachi, "Then, is that in the future?"

"Well, as long as Sasuke works harder in training, my father will definitely be proud of you in the future."

"Just like my brother?"

"Of course, maybe Sasuke can become a ninja genius that surpasses me." Uchiha Itachi said with a smile.

After hearing this, Sasuke was stunned for a moment, and then as if his fighting spirit was ignited, his little fists clenched immediately, and his eyes seemed to light up. He said extremely seriously: "I know, I will definitely work harder. , will not disappoint my father.”

In the courtyard, Uchiha Fugaku, who faintly heard the conversation between the brothers, paused for a moment, then chuckled, and walked into the house with his gentle wife who came out to greet him.

"Sasuke, Itachi, hurry back to the house, it's time to eat."

Uchiha Mikoto, dressed in home clothes, shouted outside with a happy smile on her face.

A few days have passed since what happened that night.

The interior of the village has been greatly affected, and this is more reflected in the upper floors.

On the contrary, because the conflict between the security department and the roots gradually subsided, the villagers in the village felt that the matter was over and everything was settled.

This saved Namikaze Minato a lot of effort. Originally, he was planning to talk to those two people, but now it seemed that it was no longer necessary. He could just devote all his energy to dealing with Uchiha Madara.

But even so, he still felt a little short-handed.

Naruto Office.

Namikaze Minato sat behind his desk, holding a plan in his hand, frowning in thought.

This was the outline of a barely feasible plan that he, Yuta, and the third generation old man discussed in the office that night.

Because we rushed out overnight, there were still many big and small loopholes in the plan that needed to be improved.

However, when it comes to the news about Uchiha Madara's survival in the world, the three of them are very consistent in their opinions, that is, not to spread it. Except for the important personnel involved in the plan, the fewer people who know about it, the better, so as to avoid causing panic.

"The search team must have strong perception and observation abilities, the Hyuga clan and the Aburame clan Uchiha"

"The strength of other team members does not require chuunin. It is best to be jounin if possible. The stronger the individual strength, the better. If they can cooperate with each other tacitly"

Namikaze Minato held the plan in one hand and held his forehead in the other. Under his palm, those bright blue eyes kept flashing.

This battle plan is extraordinary. The conventional ninja team is obviously no longer suitable, and a powerful special operations team must be assembled.

No, one is not enough, two, three, or even more.

While thinking, all the ninjas in the village who could be named came to mind one by one, including Yuuta, Kakashi, Ino Shikacho and so on.

But after thinking about it, Namikaze Minato always felt that something was missing, unable to form a team that he could feel completely at ease with.

Here, Namikaze Minato is having a headache about planning. On the other side of the barbecue restaurant, Yuta's life has returned to normal. Except for observing the changes in the purple traces in his body every day, the rest of the time is no different from before.

"Very good. The color has been reduced by half in a few days. If we continue at this rate, it won't be long before we can continue practicing again."

Near the counter, Yuta, who was wearing work uniform, found an empty seat and sat down. He took a moment to look at the condition inside his body and couldn't help but secretly say something in his heart.

He felt that the speed at which the mysterious power was eroding the side effects of the meteorite seemed to be getting faster this time.

"Could it be that once you have experience, you will become familiar again?"

After the star training ended a few days ago, Yuta found an opportunity to try out the results of his training. Although he still couldn't successfully condense the second chakra giant arm, he was still a lot better than before.

He estimated that after practicing for about two or three more times, he should be able to successfully condense the second chakra giant arm.

Thinking about it, I'm still a little excited.

With such a mood, Yuta even observed the side effects of the meteorite in his body more and more frequently, and only waited for it to be eaten away before continuing with the next round of training.

A few days passed in a flash.

The holidays at the Ninja School also ended on this day, and the start of school began.

As an ordinary teacher, Yuta did not schedule any classes on the first day of school. However, he had good professional ethics and still reported to the school office on time. He stopped by the class to take a look at the little ones before heading to the wooden door. Yehoushan.

Yes, today is not only the first day of school, but the purple traces in his body have also completely disappeared, which means that his practice can continue again.

"Nine days."

Yuta wrote down this number. This was the time it took for the purple traces to accumulate, reach the edge of explosion, and finally be completely eaten away.

If we use this time as a standard and nine days as a round, and practice for two or three more rounds, it is a conservative estimate that after about a month, the amount of chakra activated in his body will be enough to support him to control two giant chakra arms.

"It's not that long."

This speed was actually considered fast before.

But thinking about what happened in the village some time ago, and the eagerness hidden under Namikaze Minato's serious look every time he called him over to discuss plans.

Yuta felt that it would be better if time could go faster.

However, this kind of thing is beyond his control. You must know that compared to the first time, the purple trace disappeared much faster this time.

If you ask for something faster, won't it seem a bit overwhelming?

"Whoosh."

At the gate of the ninja school, Yuta's figure dissipated like the wind, disappearing without a trace.