Dancer of Konoha

"boom!"

"Master Yanyan is right."

"Just by them?"

Under the high platform, there were even sporadic sneers, and the looks in the eyes of the people all started to look dangerous.

It seems that the enemy is right in front of them, and the disdain in their hearts is self-evident. The ninjas of Ninja Village are indeed not worth mentioning in front of them.

This is the pride of being a Konoha ninja, not to mention being an even prouder root.

"Hey, hey, they are rubbish, but how do you prove that you are not rubbish?"

The voices in the audience fell silent instantly. The word rubbish was Yan Yan's constant evaluation of them. They could not refute it and had to admit that their own strength was low at this moment.

They were very disdainful towards the Sound Ninja and Suna Ninja, but they never wanted to become the fools that Master Yan Yan said.

Since the Sound Ninja and the Sand Ninja dare to jointly invade Konoha, there must be someone who will give them confidence.

No matter how trashy a ninja is, he is still a ninja!

At this time, a young genin with gray hair walked out of the silent crowd and said firmly:

"I'm sorry, Master Yanyan, we are indeed not strong now, but the pure land is on the left and the roots are on the right. We will let the intruders know that they are not even as good as Konoha's garbage!"

"Genin, your name."

Seeing that the surrounding root ninjas seemed to agree with such remarks, Yan Yan raised his eyebrows in appreciation.

Yes, this is what he wants. It is okay to have pride at the root, but there must be no arrogance!

Yan Yan had discovered a long time ago that the ninjas at the root behaved more arrogantly than the last. After showing the exact same attack routine, their strength and methods seemed inferior to each other.

Just like a puppet coming off an assembly line, it is easy for people to see through it. The people of Konoha Village are simple and honest, and the talents are abundant in Anbu. This sentence is simply a great irony.

This is why Yanyan constantly belittles and suppresses the root ninjas in the training base.

"My name is Xin, and I am willing to die for the roots of Yan Yan Da Rao!"

Xin lowered his head humbly, half-knelt on the ground and greeted Yan Yan.

"I am willing to die for the roots of Yan Yan Da Rao!"

The rest of the people also knelt down and shouted in unison enthusiastically.

My roots? Yan Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Nobu-kun, your awareness is great."

Yan Yan laughed ferociously.

"Very good! It's boring to stay in this place all the time! Ming, I'll take you to the battlefield to see the blood!"

"kill!!!!"

The roar of excitement suddenly arose.

The full moon is rising in the east, and the stars are shining brightly. Although the chuunin exam has not yet arrived, the entire Konoha Village seems to be celebrating some kind of grand festival, with lights and colorful lights, and the bustling streets are filled with laughter and laughter. ,Crowded.

In addition, during this period, the village stopped issuing tasks, so the pubs and restaurants in the village were also overcrowded.

The Yanyan people, who rarely came out to relax, visited almost half of Konoha Village, but they couldn't even find a place to have a dinner.

"How about... let's go eat Ichiraku Ramen."

Seeing Yanyan's face getting darker and darker, Kong couldn't help but sneered and came up with an idea.

"Huh?! Eating ramen? Are you worthy of the dark circles under Xiang Ling's eyes?"

Yan Yan angrily pointed at the red-haired girl who was holding his arm and bubbling with happiness.

"No, I feel like I don't care what I eat anymore."

Kong complained speechlessly.

"This is the last tavern. Let's go there and check it out. If there's no room, let's go eat ramen. I'm hungry too."

Kurama Yakumo, who was a little weak from hunger, finally made the final decision and led everyone towards the tavern quickly.

Yanyan and Kongluo looked at each other behind them, and a long-lost chill filled their hearts.

"Absolutely! You can't eat in the tavern! That guy Idu will cause big trouble!"

"Um......"

Yanyan nodded with a heavy look on his face, and then quickly followed.

Coincidentally, just as they reached the door of the izakaya, Nara Shikamaru opened the door and walked out with a decadent look on his face.

"Slacker?"

"Hey, it's you..."

Nara Shikamaru lazily raised his head, showing an ugly expression.

"Hey, hey, even if you are going to be beaten by me, you don't have to look so ugly."

Yan Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Nara Shikamaru teasingly.

"Can you please put away the idea of ​​beating me? It's so troublesome..."

Nara Shikamaru held his forehead helplessly.

"Well, what happened to you looking like this?"

Sora asked curiously.

"I was kicked out by my mother. If I can't find my father, I won't be allowed to go home."

Nara Shikamaru sighed, it was obviously when he was taking exams, was it really okay to kick his son out of the house so late? Women are so troublesome...

"Haha, your family is really harmonious."

Yanyan looked gloating and patted Nara Shikamaru on the shoulder.

"Forget it if you can't find it. Come have dinner with us. You can stay at my house tonight."

"You've found it after looking for it... Anyway, you'll know when you go in and take a look."

Nara Shikamaru looked at Enyan with sympathy.

"Your expression is very dangerous..."

Yan Yan suspiciously walked around Nara Shikamaru and pushed open the door of the izakaya.

A lively atmosphere rushed over him, and what he saw right in front of him was his father, Takesuke, who was getting drunk with three jounin, Ino Shiga Die, and danced a kabuki on the table.

Akimichi Choza and Yamanaka Kaiichi were even singing along, and Nara Shikakuya, who was blushing, was staggering onto the table, wanting to dance together.

The distorted singing voice and dancing posture actually attracted cheers and cheers from the surroundings, especially the cheers of a white-haired man with oil paint on his face in the corner.

"Crack!"

Ignoring the familiar feeling that suddenly struck his mind, Yanyan quickly closed the door with a darkened face.

"This idiot... it's such a shame..."

"Anyway, I won't go with you. I have to go back and inform my family. Otherwise, I will be beaten to death by my mother before I can compete with you."

Nara Shikamaru waved his hands with a headache, said goodbye to everyone and left.

"Let's go eat ramen..."

Yanyan turned around expressionlessly.

"Brother... no matter what my father says, is it really okay..."

Sora asked hesitantly, the strange scene that flashed just now was still replaying in his mind.

Yanyan gritted his teeth and said without looking back:

"Don't worry about this idiot, Aunt Yoshino will notify mother for us and show you a good show later!"

When everyone came to eat Ichiraku Ramen, Uzumaki Naruto's unique shout came from the store.

"Uncle! I accept your hospitality!"

"Naruto!"

"Yo!"

Sora and Yanyan opened the door curtain and saw Uzumaki Naruto who was rubbing his belly contentedly.

"Sora! Flame!"

Uzumaki Naruto shouted loudly with a look of surprise on his face.

"Where have you been during this time! I haven't seen you for a month!"

"this......"

When he saw Sora scratching his cheek and not knowing what to do, Yanyan took over the conversation with a light smile.

"Naruto, you really can't put down your love for ramen. If you weren't old enough, I would have thought you had some plans for Sister Acorus."

"what?!"

Suddenly feeling the teasing eyes of Acorus and the cold eyes of the old man behind his back, Uzumaki Naruto was excited and hurriedly explained:

"Yanyan, don't be confused. Ying and I have always been in love. It would be bad if Ying heard this!"

"Idiot, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about love between two people. It would be a big mistake if Sakura heard what you said."

Sora rolled his eyes and sat next to Kurama Yakumo and complained. At the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief, not to mention that Sora was unwilling to lie to his friends.

It's just that he and Naruto's inexplicable telepathy would somehow sense something wrong in the other's heart, which would be too embarrassing.