Konoha Ship New Naruto

rooftop.

Three times, five divisions, two, gobbled up lunch.

Two chow mein bread, a bottle of orange juice.

Naruto clasped his hands together and whispered words of thanks. Looking at the chessboard again, Shikamaru had already laid out the shogi pieces.

As usual, rock-paper-scissors decides who goes first.

Naruto took the lead and made the move.

"Shikamaru, why have you never used family secrets, have you? Or are you too lazy to use them?" Naruto said, pretending to be unintentional.

We have not been together for a short time, it is time to improve the shadow technique.

Gently kneading the center of the brow with one hand, tapping the finger with the other, Shikamaru, who was thinking about the way, didn't think too much, and replied: "Tired."

Naruto didn't interrupt, knowing there would be more to say.

"I have very little chakra. It is a family secret. Based on the level I have mastered so far, it does not have any lethality. It is not as powerful as my fist."

"Compared to using this technique, it is better to surrender directly and admit defeat to be more secure."

Shikamaru's position in Inokacho is that of a wise general and assistant.

Ino's mind turned around, Shikamaru needed to keep his target in mind to achieve 100% success.

Choji's secret transmission has more than enough destructive power, but the lack of hit rate also requires Shikamaru to stabilize the opponent.

The ability to assist and control is surprisingly great, but naturally it is not as good in terms of attack, at least in the initial stage.

"Can you let me see it? I have seen the secret biography of Ino, and I don't know much about you. I am very curious about what kind of existence it will be." Naruto said.

Her eyes were shining brightly, expressing her curious side to the fullest.

Shikamaru uh.

After thinking about it for a moment, he muttered that it was troublesome, but he did not refuse. He stood up and walked into the sunshine, motioning for Naruto to come over and stand on the opposite side.

"Just one click." Shikamaru said.

Naruto nodded vigorously, his eyes widened, staring intently.

Shikamaru moved his arms and legs, and clasped his hands together.

Once the refined chakra is consumed, it only belongs to the Nara family's secret, a kind of shadow technique, shadow imitation technique, activated.

At Shikamaru's feet, the fixed shadow suddenly seemed to come alive, shaking and extending out, connecting to the shadow at Naruto's feet.

The shadows of the two are connected together like this.

Naruto immediately felt the appearance of an invisible restraint force, and except for the eyes and mouth, other parts of the body could not move.

Shikamaru raised his right hand, Naruto also raised his right hand uncontrollably.

Naruto would make every move Shikamaru made in sync.

In less than ten seconds, the shadow separated and returned to its original state. Shikamaru sighed: "I'm so tired."

Choji, who happened to go to buy lunch, came back with a lot of food. Shikamaru took a sandwich, tore off the wrapping paper, and drank it with a drink.

Seeing this, Naruto smiled, went over and sat back down, and ordered a bag of potato chips from Cho. When Shikamaru made a move, he followed suit.

I have been planning the shadow technique for so many days, and I got it smoothly, and I am in a very good mood.

"I lost." Shikamaru scratched his head and lay down weakly.

"You change your style too frequently and use immature and unskilled methods to fight me. It's natural that you lose." Naruto said.

"Maybe." Shikamaru was noncommittal.

"I just don't want to stay the same. Switching to different moves and thinking is more interesting than sticking to the same situation every time."

"Are you still going?" Naruto asked.

"Forget it, let me sort out my thoughts. It's a good time to take a nap." Shikamaru was too lazy to move.

During his afternoon nap, Naruto also wanted to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep due to his serious illness.

Lying down is just cranky, a waste of time, it is better to use it to draw and carve wood.

After saying goodbye to the two of them, Naruto slowly walked downstairs.

When I reached the classroom floor, I remembered something, so I didn't leave the corridor. I continued walking down to the school canteen and bought two lollipops.

When I returned to the classroom, I saw Hinata alone in the huge room.

Yakumo, a very weak guy, couldn't help but play with his heart, and went out to play with his classmates who were two to three years younger than her while holding a cane with one hand.

It seemed that Naruto was very devoted, or that Naruto walked very lightly and made no sound. Hinata didn't realize it until he sat back in his seat.

"Naruto! Naruto!" The distance was too close, and there was no light bulb like Sakura in the middle. Nervousness and shyness coexisted. Hinata glanced at Naruto and quickly lowered her head.

The pen stopped on the drawing board and couldn't go down for a long time.

I feel that the painting will collapse, so I simply describe the details that are not particularly important.

"Painting is just an interest and hobby, not as important as personal strength. It would be better to seize the time to practice." Naruto said.

He saw that Hinata seemed to put more thought into the painting.

The time that can be used in a day is fixed and limited. If you spend this time on painting, you will neglect your strength.

Hinata's position in Hinata's family is quite embarrassing. She has no talent, and she is far inferior to Neji, who is five years younger than Hanabi.

As the saying goes, the stupid bird flies first.

In terms of talent, you are already inferior, so you should redouble your efforts to catch up.

Drawing is good, but for Hinata, it doesn't do any good.

The pen in his hand stopped, and Hinata remained silent.

She didn't draw because she likes it, she saw Naruto drawing all the time, so she wanted to have the same hobby, hoping to get Naruto's approval.

Now, instead of getting recognition, what I get is like lessons and words of advice.

The junior Jianjigu can see through a person's mood. Seeing that Hinata's mood at this time is lost and sinking, Naruto thought about it and spoke again.

"However, the painting is really beautiful and powerful. As expected of you, you can do anything if you think about it."

Quiet.

After quite a while, Hinata shuddered, her fair face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her head lowered.

"Naruto! Praise, praise me! He also said, what's the matter with me! I can do it, so..."

The emotional ups and downs were so intense that Hinata was a little hypoxic.

She threw down the drawing board and pen with a snap, and ran out of the classroom as if fleeing, and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing all these changes, Naruto smiled.

He took out the lollipops that he didn't have time to give out in his pocket, took one and put it in Hinata's drawer, and ate the other one by himself.

Suddenly, I heard exclamations from downstairs, as if someone had passed out.

Naruto listened attentively, learned a name, set off to the window sill, and looked out.

I saw more and more people gathered around when they heard the movement, and in the middle was the unconscious Yakumo.

Yakumo's physical fitness and frailty are beyond imagination.

Just going out to play would end up like this. No wonder, in the plot, Yakumo's parents and Kurenai would persuade her to give up becoming a ninja.

"Is there any way to improve?" Naruto thought to himself.

into the night.

Naruto finished his dinner, lay down on the bed, went out of his body, and came to Yakumo's temporary home in the village.

Jianhong is here, and feeds Yakumo very thoughtfully, talking non-stop, telling him what needs attention.

From the looks of it, it won't be over for a while.

Just at about the same time, Naruto randomly possessed a sleeping Chunin, and flew Raijin to jump outside the village.

Take the letter written by Shang Ying, the hand-made wood carving, and the page-turning animation, and set off to meet Sasuke.