Konoha: Naruto Returns from Sekiro

"Class 7, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke!"

Hearing the result of his class placement, Naruto's eyes moved slightly, looking at the boy in the front row who was dressed in blue and had a red and white round fan printed on his back.

Judging by the girls' daily communication, this man is handsome!

But Naruto looked at it from a man's point of view, and his evaluation was just one word - tug!

For a girl of this age, aloofness seems to be a very lethal weapon. There is no doubt that Sasuke-san, while serving as the top student of the year, also enjoys the reputation of being the school darling.

"Okay!" When she heard that she and her sweetheart were assigned to the same class, Sakura immediately slapped the table and stood up, her inner joy evident in her words.

"Why!" On the contrary, Ino's expression was the other extreme. She looked at a teammate beside her who was sleeping on the table, a teammate who was eating crazily, grabbing the table with his head, and mourning for her relationship that had ended before it even started. .

In general, this division is a mixed blessing.

After the class division, the leaders of each class led the people to conduct the first ninja lesson.

"Why isn't the teacher here yet?" Sakura complained on her face, but secretly she was secretly looking at Sasuke at the next table with her peripheral vision.

"Naruto, do you think our teacher has lost his way?"

Naruto, who was meditating in the last row, shook his head slightly, "I don't know."

"Uh..." The corners of Sakura's mouth twitched slightly, and she had known him for a while, but she still couldn't accept this guy's temperament.

Say he doesn't care about everything, he is the most enthusiastic during the dinner party; but if you say he is enthusiastic, he doesn't care about everything, such as now.

A very contradictory person, this is her evaluation of him.

For a long time, when Sakura was still racking her brains to communicate with Sasuke.

The long-lost sound of opening the door finally sounded.

"Hey, I've been lost on the road of life for a while." A silver-haired man wearing a Jonin uniform walked in.

Sasuke: "..."

Naruto:"……"

Sakura smiled politely but not in a friendly way, "Hello, teacher!"

[Is he the source of the peeping...]

Naruto carefully looked at the man who kept apologizing.

At the same time, the silver-haired man was also observing the three of them carefully, sighing slightly in his heart: they seemed to be a group of unlovable disciples.

Ninja school rooftop.

[This cheap teacher showed up so late, surely he was waiting for this rooftop! 】

Naruto speculated without malicious intent.

"Since we're going to work together in the future, let's introduce ourselves first, name, hobbies, dreams are all fine," said the silver-haired man.

"..."

"Ahem, let's start with me." The silver-haired man coughed lightly, and he retracted his previous evaluation. These are a group of very unlovable disciples.

"My name is Kakashi Hatake..."

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto." Naruto said suddenly.

"Uh..." Kakashi had a thousand words in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

"Teacher, please continue, Naruto is always like this." Sakura smiled politely, but secretly gave a thumbs up in her heart, well done Naruto!

"My name is Uchiha Sasuke. I have no hobbies. My dream is to kill that man." Sasuke said coldly.

Little did he know how much impact his aloof appearance had on the little girl's ignorant mind.

[So handsome! ! 】

Kakashi gently covered the few faces he showed, there are a lot of problem children.

"It's my turn," Sakura sat upright, "My name is Haruno Sakura, I like..."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the cool boy.

Seeing this, Kakashi covered his face with his palms a little harder. They were all problem children.

"Gather at the seventh practice field tomorrow morning." Feeling almost done, Kakashi got up and said, before the words fell, the person had disappeared.

"Sasuke, I want..." Sensing that the opportunity came, Sakura looked at Sasuke shyly.

"By the way, a friendly reminder, don't eat breakfast."

Kakashi who disappeared suddenly appeared.

If there was a sound when it cracked, I believe the sound of Sakura's cracking would be a bit loud.

The next day.

The sky was bright, and there was still a faint evening mist floating between the roads.

After a brief wash, Naruto took out a long strip of utensils wrapped in black cloth from under the bed, untied the cloth, and took out a long knife with a sheath.

With a little force on the thumb of his left hand, Moribai's blade was slowly pushed out. The name of the sword was Wedge Maru.

Originally, according to his plan, he should use ninja methods to obtain funds for making swords after graduation.

But on October last year, the old man who gave him a living allowance for a long time suddenly asked him if he wanted anything.

He just said it casually, but he didn't expect that the old man actually gave him a knife.

Although I am very confused, there are many things that are difficult to get to the bottom of due to my age limit.

At the seventh training ground, the fog here is a bit heavier than the fog in the village.

When he arrived, the practice field was still empty, without any people.

【Are you early...】

Naruto thought, but it doesn't matter, this time point is the time point of his daily morning exercise, the only difference may be that the training place is different.

It is said to be practice, but more to review.

His swordsmanship was learned from his righteous father Xiao, and he was mastered by Wei Ming, and the teachings given to him by both of them benefited him a lot.

Especially Wei Mingliu, whose idea of ​​picking up the strengths of various schools of thought contributed to his own swordsmanship school - Guanxinliu.

Guanxin flow starts from the knife, but it doesn't stop at the knife.

Xianfengji's boxing and kicking skills were also absorbed by him.

Guanxin, what implements is his mind, whatever he thinks is useful can be absorbed and adopted.

For a long time, the young man who kept waving the blade had a slight trace of heat radiating from his cheeks. The few drops of water on his forehead were not only stained by the mist, but also from the morning exercise.

"Naruto, how long have you been here?"

Stopping the sword, sheathing it, turned around, and looked at the two people approaching each other. Naruto's eyes looked a little strange. Is this kid so precocious? If he remembered correctly, the two of them should be about the same age as him...

"Not long."

Sakura nodded, and looked sideways at her sweetheart, "Sasuke, let's go over there and rest."

"No." Sasuke walked aside silently and started his morning exercise.

He has never beaten Sakura in theory, and he has never beaten Naruto in actual combat training.

It is not terrible to be inferior to people in skills, but what is terrible is that people still find various reasons to shirk their skills.

Sasuke looked at a puddle of water not far away. Maybe they had already started training as soon as he left the house.

He is proud, and he should be proud too. The proud son of the Uchiha family and the chief student of this year are all the capital of his pride, but pride never means arrogance.

If you still lose to others despite equal efforts, it can be said that you are not talented enough; but if you do not work as hard as others, losing to others is a normal thing.

Before this, after losing to Naruto several times, he had other thoughts, but now he understood.

His efforts were not enough.

【Asshole...】

Looking at the two people who entered the training state, Sakura couldn't sit or stand.

After working hard all morning to dress up and squatting on Sasuke's path for so long, he was just waiting for someone to accompany him.

Although she was the one talking all the way, there was some progress anyway.

When I came to the training ground, the taste changed.

Looking at the two who were training seriously, how could she feel like an outsider.

She also wanted to train with Sasuke, but she was worried that Sasuke would dislike the smell of sweat all over her body, and besides, it would not look good if her makeup was smeared.