The Balance Sect from Hokage

"From today on, you will be a member of my Aoba family. What name should you choose?"

Holding Qin Ye in his arms, Qingye Zhongshan's eyes revealed a loving light.

"Wow~ wow!" Qin Ye's unwillingness turned into a baby's cry.

"Let me call you Aoba Hei! If you don't fight or grab, if you are mediocre, I will let you live your life in peace."

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Wow~Wow!" The old man in front of me seemed to have something to hide.

Qin Ye, who should be Qingye Heng now, patted the old man's face with his small hands and made a comforting gesture.

Although I don’t know why the old man wants me to live a stable life, Aoba Heng can only say sorry.

Now that he has come to the world of Naruto, Aoba Heng plans to try to become a ninja.

Now that I choose to become a ninja, how can I have a stable life?

Even if he does not have the so-called golden finger now, Aoba Heng does not intend to give in...

"Heh, you little guy are you trying to comfort me?"

The tears in his eyes dissipated, and Aoye Shigeyama looked at Aoye Heng and smiled.

"Come here! Let's have a banquet! I want to show off... to let everyone know that I, Zhongshan, have a grandchild!"

show?Show off your grandson?

Heng suddenly discovered that his cheap grandpa didn't seem so reliable?

……

Somehow, the villagers of Konoha suddenly discovered that the Aoba family, their rich neighbor, seemed to be particularly lively today.

There is a huge plaque more than ten meters high standing at the door, which reads: I, Chongshan, are blessed with a grandson today, and I hope everyone in Konoha will appreciate it.

The door of Aoba's house is also wide open. A red carpet is spread from the front door to the street. There are servants on both sides. Whenever someone from the Konoha family comes in and out, these servants will shout loudly: " Everyone who comes is a guest, sir, please sit inside your room!"

Today, the Aoba family's house is also very exaggeratedly decorated. Lanterns of various colors, red, yellow, blue, and green, are hung on the house. From a distance, it is extremely bright even in broad daylight.

The villagers are not surprised by this. Even at such an old age, Mr. Zhongshan still likes to do these fancy things. However, it seems that the old man has a successor and should really be congratulated.

The Aoba Hall is also very beautifully decorated, with several rectangular tables stretching from the front of the hall to the door, with countless cushions on both sides.

At the top of the hall is a towering altar. Visitors need to walk up a few wooden steps to see what is on the altar.

And Heng was lying on the altar at this moment, wrapped in a small quilt, his body was warm, but his heart was cold.

To ask why?

At this moment, Mr. Zhongshan was under the altar, holding a thick stack of paper tickets in his hand.

Some villagers walked up to the altar and stared at Heng. Occasionally, these villagers would touch their chins as if thinking.

After a while, the villagers walked down from the altar and looked at Zhongshan seriously:

"Old man, this is incredible! This kid doesn't cry, make noise, or scream. His natural aura is like a ghost hanging himself or a god scared to death. I only have one word to describe him, and that's wonderful!"

Mr. Chongshan didn't change his expression after hearing this, and seemed to be giving the stack of paper tickets in his hand. After thinking about it, he felt it was inappropriate, so he took out another bundle from behind and handed it to the villager.

Aoba Heng lay on the altar and didn't know how to spit out the emotions in his heart. This villager was also a talent. He was very good at talking skills for several consecutive times. He must be very familiar with the preferences of Mr. Zhongshan.

This person should have lived a happy life by analyzing my cheap old man, Heng secretly guessed.

"We respectfully invite the third generation to enter!"

At this time, the servants' voices came from outside again.

Heng's body trembled after hearing this, "Fuck!"

Even three generations want to reward their grandfather for their face. That’s okay, I have a lot of honors!

Although I don’t like the character of the third generation very much, after all, the third generation is also known as the Guoying, and he will only know how to pass the blame when he gets old.

How did White Fang die, Danzo!

Why are there no Uchiha, Danzo!

How did Hizashi die, Danzo!

How did Shisui die, Danzo!

Why did Itachi defect, Danzo!

……

Since the third generation always seems to have no control over these issues, who is to blame?

Anyway, if something goes wrong, Danzo is the one to blame.

Although there is indeed the shadow of Danzo behind these things...

Sandai walked in with a bamboo hat on his head and a pipe in his mouth. He was also someone who had experienced big scenes, but he was still shocked when he heard the sound of dozens of servants announcing the door.

Alas, he is old and cannot appreciate Chongshan's taste.

After entering the door, he saw several large long tables, and the villagers sitting on both sides greeted him cordially. However, each villager had a large stack of paper tickets next to him, which still made his eyes twitch.

The third generation turned to look at Chongshan at the top. Chongshan nodded to him and nuzzled towards the altar next to him.

The third generation understood.

Are you asking me to give a speech at the Dharma altar?After all, the origin of Zhongshan's grandson is unknown. Do you want to prove it for him?

He nodded. This old guy never guessed what he was going to do every time. Fortunately, he was smart.

Stepping onto the altar, Sandai was stunned.

Why did he raise his own grandson?Don’t you want me to give a speech?What on earth am I going to do?

Slowly walking down the altar, Sandai took out the pipe in his mouth and took a long puff of smoke.

Where are you?What to do?Why so quiet?

Turning his head, Zhongshan was still staring at him, his eyes seemed to be filled with... longing?

Should I say something myself?

Recalling the sign in front of Qingye's door: Appreciation, Grandson...

There are also villagers present each with a stack of paper tickets...

Sandai was startled, this old man always does these things!

With a serious look on his face, Sandai uttered one word after a long time: "Okay!"

This time it was Zhongshan's turn to be stunned, and he wanted to hand out the stack of paper tickets. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that he was not satisfied, so he took one out of the stack and gave it to Sandai.

???

Countless question marks popped up in Sandai's mind. He and the old man always had no common language, but he thought of the scene that day when he looked at the scenery in the crystal ball with a lewd smile and was bumped into by the old man...

Sarutobi endured it!

The third generation who took the paper ticket pretended to be calm and walked out of Aoba's house.

……

Next, Heng also saw a lot of familiar characters, such as a certain white-haired fish-eye with half-open eyes, and some people who looked like Uchiha and Hyuga families.

Heng really didn't expect that his old man's reputation was so high that even the children of these big families would come to show his respect.

However, it is still inappropriate to be looked at like a monkey on top.

……

A few months after that banquet, as a baby less than one year old, Aoba Heng said that life is boring now!

Every day I go to bed after eating, eat when I wake up, and lie in the cradle like a pig every day.

This kind of life is not the Hokage life I want at all!

What about the promised ninjutsu flying all over the sky?

What about the exciting battles, equipment recycling, and free trade that we promised?

However, Aoba Heng still had no choice. He just had to crawl in this big yard every day. He couldn't go anywhere no matter how far away he was.

But to be honest, life here is still comfortable, and it should be said that it is a wealthy family.