[Naruto] Can one still die without the Sharingan?

After the number of little kids pestering Mr. Taira increased from one to two, Fujiwara Sanido also joined the team. The three children pestered him whenever they had nothing to do. Although Mr. Taira was troubled, he could see that he In fact, I enjoy it.

However, if you ask which of the three students Mr. Ping likes the most, no matter who you ask, you will get the same answer.

Uchiha Shizuo.

Although he always treated the three children equally and devoted the same when instructing them on their skills and teaching ninjutsu, he treated Jing differently. In addition to teaching ninja skills, he would also teach her other things.

"Have you ever carried your waist like a waist?"

When the instructor inquired about Itachi and Shido's training progress, it was normal. He always asked how the technique was going and what bottlenecks they encountered. When he arrived at Jing's place, after the usual greetings, he added this.

"Waist shape? It really doesn't happen." Jing looked up and thought for a while, "I remember this seems to be... the last lesson of the first-year Chinese course in the ninja school."

"Yes, you should have graduated before you even got here."

"Fortunately, I graduated before I got here." Jing pouted, "I actually chose this kind of article for inclusion in the textbook."

"...What kind of article?" The dean's expression was a little strange.

"It's just waist-shaped. A surrender letter written by a poor little brother who was jealous of his suspicious brother. It's pitiful and hateful." Jing rolled her eyes, "I really don't know what the people who compiled the textbooks were thinking."

"Hey!" The dean raised a finger and tapped the table continuously, attracting the attention of Itachi and Shidu who were also resting at the side.

"Before you speak next time, can you, can you... ugh."

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"I compiled this textbook, me!" the dean pointed at himself.

"..."

"You go back tonight and copy the waist shape for me twenty times!" The dean was very angry. "After you copy it, translate it for me in vernacular and Chinese characters and memorize it! If you can't finish it, don't come to me tomorrow. "

This is the difference. The instructor will punish the students, such as running circles, jumping frogs, and extra training. They have all kinds of punishments. Itachi and Shido have also been punished, which is normal. Jing was the only one who received the most punishment, but she always copied the book, and it was different every time. After copying, she had to translate and memorize it.

Itachi can probably understand the dean's thoughts. He wants to pass on the history and research he loves to Jing. Neither he nor Shido are very interested in this aspect, but Jing has never mentioned her thoughts. She will always Just complain a little and then obey.

It's the same this time.

"Did you copy it back?" The dean would only put on a little teacher airs when he was checking the homework, "Come here and let me see, oh, your broken handwriting has made some progress."

"Broken characters?!" Jing quit, "Ask Itachi and Shidu to write them down! Whoever has a better-looking character than mine will take his surname!"

"Stop treating me like a fool, Itachi has the same last name as you."

"Whether he has the same surname as me, my way of writing it is better than his."

"Okay, you copy so many books every day, and the handwriting is better than theirs, isn't it right? You have the nerve to say it." The dean glared at her, "I will write you a copybook tomorrow, and you can trace it ten times a day."

"Teacher, I have a task tomorrow." Itachi reminded kindly.

"Oh, that's right." The dean touched his chin, "Then I'll spare you a few days, and I'll copy it when I get back."

Thanks to the mission the next day, Jing and Itachi returned to the tribe early. As soon as they entered, they were caught by Shisui who had returned from the mission and taken into the meatball shop.

But when Shisui found out what Jing had been studying for so long, he almost lifted the roof of the meatball shop.

"You! You!" He pointed at Jingyou for a long time, looking at her confused green eyes and speechless, so he had to turn his head and turn his gun towards Itachi.

"You and she are in the same team, why don't you care about her and just let her do whatever you want?"

"Brother Zhisui, don't talk about Itachi if something happens!" Jing was angry, "Why did I do this again?"

"I've been waiting for a long time. The table in front of me wants too much." The grandma from the dumpling shop appeared at the right time, "What kind of dipping sauce do you want?"

"Brown sugar honey barbecue sauce." Shisui finished quickly and turned his gaze back to Jing, "Do you know how powerful Ping-senpai is? Contemporary..."

"I know, I know." Shisui picked her ears, "Two contemporary heroes as famous as the Fourth Hokage, a hexagonal warrior, the founder of Talisman Ninjutsu, what else? Brother Shisui, you have said it a thousand times Well, ever since Itachi and I were assigned to his group a year ago, you’ve been saying that your ears are calloused.”

"Then you didn't learn what you should have learned, and you learned a lot of things you shouldn't have learned?" Shisui frowned, but Itachi didn't say a word and just drank tea quietly.

"Whether I want to learn or not depends on someone else being willing to teach me." Jing was very calm, "He is willing to teach me these things, and I am also willing to learn. That's it. There's nothing I should or shouldn't learn. It's better to learn more. No harm.”

"I know we need strength, but there is more than just this kind of strength. Brother Zhisui, you are impatient this time." Jing narrowed her eyes and handed over a bunch of meatballs.

"Well, I'll stand still this time." Itachi said, putting down the tea cup.

Zhisui looked at the string of meatballs, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

"Alas..." He sighed in a pretentious manner, "It turns out that the little Doudin I have been watching will feel like this when he grows up."

"Hey." Jing felt a chill, "Do I still have to call you Zhishui daddy?"

"Damn! Stop fooling around!" Shisui yelled, "I almost forgot about the real thing. This is the first time you two have left the village to do a mission. Do you know what you need to bring?"