Konoha Meat Bullet Ninja Technique

"No, it's not surprising that a fat man is stronger." Dingci didn't realize it and was minding his own business preparing his own secret dipping sauce.

Garlic juice, ginger juice, soy sauce, miso, Thai pepper rings, chopped onions, and the finishing touch is sugar. A mature dipping sauce is the most basic respect for barbecue.

"It's not just strength, how should I put it?" Shikamaru grabbed his hair: "Speed, endurance, nerve reflexes, dynamic vision, chakra, everything."

Ino's angle was more tricky: "Chouji hasn't noticed yet, your belly is gone?"

Dingci was stunned and opened his clothes to take a look. Although he can't stand up straight and can't see his shoes, his abdominal muscles are still tenaciously held together.

With a pat, ripples rippled.

"It seems like it's still far away," Choci sighed as he skillfully turned the meat on the grill one by one: "Even if you say so, it's impossible to give up the barbecue to you."

Shikamaru facepalmed, feeling that discussing the problem with Choji while eating was simply asking for trouble.

Ino: "Choji, you have to chew your food carefully, otherwise your life will be shortened."

Dingci didn't take it seriously: "Although it's selfish to say this, if possible, I want to be one step ahead of you. Without your occasional treat, I wouldn't have the money to have such a luxurious barbecue."

Shikamaru put down his hand and looked at Choji in disbelief. Ino also stared at Choci's devouring appearance for a moment.

Choci chewed the delicious food in his mouth without realizing it, and concentrated on the grill: "Well, of course you can't die too early. If you have a healthier schedule and exercise harder, it probably won't be a big problem."

"Chouji, have you been thinking about this?" Ino asked softly.

Choji, who didn't pay attention to Ino's tone, continued to chat casually: "How is it possible that ninjas are not like this? How do you say that word? Oh, by the way, a high-risk profession."

Choji's calm tone and casual gesture brought the deepest shock to Ino and Shikamaru's hearts. They were only five years old, five and a half years away from graduating from ninja school.

There is still half of their life that can be squandered, and this idea, even if it is unconscious, is affecting them.

Even Shikamaru couldn't really understand Choji's efforts over the past six months.

I wake up at five o'clock in the morning and do morning exercises after washing: a ten-kilometer sprint and three thousand full-power punches.

After breakfast, the shadow clone went to the ninja school, while Choji practiced sumo wrestling at home.

After lunch, Choji would sleep for an hour, run a ten-kilometer sprint to warm up, and then practice the family's secret technique of doubling until the chakra in his body was exhausted.

At this time, Choci would occasionally run out to find Ino and Shikamaru to relax, but more often than not, Choci would only release the shadow clone and replenish some chakra before practicing chakra manipulation.

The dinner table was a battlefield between Chouji and his father, and the next hour was a time for Chouji to test himself and ask his father for advice.

Then there is the 30-kilometer night sprint. During this period, I will occasionally receive special guidance from Kai. There will be different arrangements according to the situation, but the 7,000 full-power punches before going to bed are essential.

With a full schedule, Choji persisted for half a year regardless of rain or shine. Ino and Shikamaru couldn't understand the reason for Choji's insistence. Today, Choji's few casual chats deeply shocked the two of them.

Yes, ninjas are a group of people who are willing to risk their lives. No matter how noble it is, a ninja must have the consciousness to be killed. Wouldn't it be possible to live longer if you exercise harder?

"Hey, Shikamaru, what is your dream?" Ino suddenly asked.

"Me?" Shikamaru pondered for a moment: "If you insist on saying it, it's not really a dream, it's just an immature conjecture."

Ino: "It doesn't matter, let's talk about it first."

Shikamaru put down his chopsticks and put one hand on the table, leaning on the iconic pineapple head: "Just be a ninja, make some money and marry an ordinary woman. After retirement, play shogi and live in seclusion leisurely. "

"Hey, ordinary women, can't they be female ninjas?" Ino asked with interest.

"Normally doesn't mean that." Shikamaru thought for a while and didn't know how to explain it: "Ah, it's really troublesome. After all, it's just an immature conjecture."

"It's still immature to consider retirement life, as expected of Shikamaru." Ino teased.

"Tsk" Shikamaru turned away.

"The treater will suffer a lot if he doesn't eat more." Ino still didn't want to let Shikamaru go, but Shikamaru just didn't answer.

"Why don't you ask me?" Dingci came over to join in the fun.

Ino put the half-cooked barbecue on the grill into Choji's bowl: "If it's Choji, let's keep it a secret for a while. If we come back to barbecue next time, we'll talk about it then."

Choji shrugged and said it didn't matter.

"Where's Ino, where's your dream?" Choji asked casually.

Ino thought for a while: "I'm a person who controls appearance. My future husband must be handsome."

"Is there nothing else besides this?" Choji asked vaguely while eating barbecue.

Ino put down her chopsticks and rubbed the long bangs on her forehead with her fair and tender fingers, her ears turning slightly red: "Of course I have to leave the rest to my husband."

"Wow Ino is so mature" Choji exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Be quiet, you will disturb the other guests," Ino said in a louder voice.

The other diners heard the sound and looked over. When they saw that it was three children, they couldn't help but let out a burst of good-natured laughter. Ino blushed deeply and insisted on pulling Choji to bow and apologize.

Underground Nanga Shrine of the Uchiha clan.

"Chief Fugaku." Many Uchiha clan members saluted the arriving Uchiha Fugaku.

Uchiha Fugaku's eyes were fixed on the gray-haired old man in the center of the crowd.

Having experienced three ninja wars, the Great Elder is the eldest person in the Uchiha clan, and all Uchiha clan members are his juniors. On weekdays, Uchiha Fugaku was very courteous to the great elder.

But today, Uchiha Fugaku's tone was no longer as tolerant as before: "Great Elder, have you called all the clan members who have opened their eyes?"

"Fugaku, pay attention to your attitude." The great elder put his hands behind his back and warned in a cold tone.

Uchiha Fugaku looked directly into the eyes of the great elder, trying hard to suppress his anger: "I am the patriarch who carries the entire Uchiha clan on his back, and I deal with the crossroads that determine the fate of the whole clan. Great elder, I don't think there is anything wrong with my attitude."

The great elder of "Cha Lu" did not give in: "Attack"

"Great Elder" Uchiha Fugaku's eyes flashed red, and the originally pure black pupils turned blood red. Three rotating black magatama emerged in the blood red background, as if there was an abyss hidden under the blood pool. The raging momentum made everyone present, including the great elder, couldn't help but take half a step back.