Konoha: Who says that hunters can't play in the ninja world?

The aches and pains in his body gave Itachi some guesses. Although he hadn't opened his eyes yet, his hands tied on both sides and the rope around his neck gave him some idea of ​​his situation.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself a prisoner. But there was something wrong with the environment. The house was made of logs. The furnishings were simple and messy. It was full of life. It was obvious that people lived there all the time. But he should not be in Konoha Prison or the Interrogation Department. Where was he?

He instinctively wanted to untie the rope and confirm the environment he was in. He moved his shoulders slightly and found that his hands were completely unable to exert any strength. Although his sense of touch was clear, his strength seemed to be restricted. There was also a sharp pain in his chest, and his deep breaths tasted like rust. Uchiha Itachi was sure that he was seriously injured, rescued, and also imprisoned.

According to the battle scene at that time, the only person in Konoha who could take him away and imprison him was that person. Thinking of this, Uchiha Itachi's face flashed with understanding, and then he gave up struggling and fell into the hands of the Dark Lord of Konoha. There was no possibility of him escaping, at least now that he was seriously injured, it was impossible.

"Hey, wake up, wake up, eat something. You've slept for a day and a night, and you've lost so much blood, your body is very weak." Itachi, who was immersed in his own world, was ruthlessly awakened.

What Itachi saw was Kazama's ordinary face with a smirk.

"you are?"

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Maruboshi Kazama. My grandfather is Maruboshi Kosuke, you may know him. I also know you, Uchiha Itachi. Although I've never met him, I've heard many legends about you. You are good friends with your younger brother Uchiha Sasuke. By the way, Sasuke is training outside. Do you want you two to meet?" This is Kazama's bad taste. These two brothers obviously care about each other, but for the sake of face they want to kill each other. Kazama is really looking forward to the famous scene of the two brothers meeting.

Uchiha Itachi didn't want to talk anymore. He had already got the information he wanted. Talking more would only expose himself too much. Maruboshi Kosuke, a very ancient name. He must be the old man who takes good care of his younger generation. His grandson is so big now? He looks a few years older than Sasuke. How come he has never seen him before? Wait, I'm not being fooled, am I?

"Your rhetoric is poor. If you want to impersonate someone else, you should at least get the information of the person involved. As far as I know, Maruboshi Kosuke doesn't have a grandson as old as you."

"He's right, Kazama is indeed my grandson, but we are not related by blood. You don't know this because when he was young, he seldom went to the village. As a genius, you might not have noticed him." Maruboshi Kosuke, who was holding the casserole, looked like an ordinary old man, with a hunched back. His tone was full of kindness. Just by listening to his voice, you could tell that he was a reliable elder.

"Are you Maruboshi Kosuke-senpai?" Itachi's eyes were shocked, and his mind was turning over and over again, immediately overturning all his previous inferences. It seemed that he had not fallen into Danzo's hands. He must have been saved by these two grandfathers and grandsons.

"Don't be in a hurry to talk. Eat something first. This is meat porridge stewed in a casserole. It's delicious and easy to digest, and it's perfect for you now." The old man filled a bowl and prepared to feed the weasel.

"Grandpa, let's let Monkey Taro come." Monkey Taro, a summoned beast that Ichiro shamelessly forced to contract with the third generation, has low combat power, but is very interested in various herbs. He dug up all the medicinal herbs in the huge forest around the tree house, and then planted them like food by Ichiro. Whenever there is a bruise or injury at the tree house, Monkey Taro's herbs will come in handy.

Houtaro is now Fengjian's exclusive medical summoned beast. He is not as good as the slug, but Houtaro's expertise in herbs is a rare talent. With this skill, Houtaro has a high status among the summoned beasts. Except for Yuji, everyone else obeys his command. If he wants to pick herbs or ride as a mount, other summoned beasts will respond.

In this case, Kazama plans to let Monkey Taro go the medical route and let Monkey Taro take care of this ready-made patient.

"You know how to order people around." The old man said unhappily. The older he gets, the more he likes the younger generation. In his eyes, Fengjian's group of spiritual beasts are not much different from his grandsons. The key is that they are more considerate and sensible than his grandsons. So when the master came back, Fengjian fell out of favor. All the spiritual beasts were conquered by the master's cooking skills trained in actual combat, and decisively abandoned Fengjian. It is really not easy to have a meal with Fengjian. Every time you have to work to get a meal. How nice it is for the old man to say that if you beg and ask for good things, you can eat all you can eat.

The two-foot-tall Monkey Taro was fed fat by the old man, who fed him one spoonful after another. Uchiha Itachi was like a pig being fed, with no expression on his face.

"Can I ask, how is Kisame?" Uchiha Itachi finally remembered to care about his companions after being forced to finish a large bowl of meat porridge.

"Don't worry, he's very busy now, but his chakra is sealed and his range of movement is limited, so he's much better than you." Kazama didn't lie. Kisame was really busy, because Kazama had left his group of students to Kisame, and Nobuko was watching over them, and learning Kisame's water escape technique by the way.

"Kazama said that you are the best water escape master in the ninja world, so I want to ask for your advice." Nobuko trusted Kazama, and Kazama would not lie to her about this kind of thing, so even if the person she was asking for advice was a stranger, or even a sealed one, Nobuko could put aside her pride. The strong need face, and she needs to become stronger. Giving face to the strong in exchange for strength is a very profitable deal. Nobuko convinced herself perfectly.

"You don't have to tell me. I will ask you once a day until you are willing to tell me." Nobuko saw Kisame leaning against a tree and ignored him, and was not in a hurry. She turned around and shouted to the students not far away: "You, those who practice water escape, come here and show it to Mr. Kisame one by one. Maybe you can get some advice." As soon as these words came out, almost all the students came over. What? I don't have the talent for water escape, it doesn't matter. I can just watch how others practice it. Didn't you see Akazawa who practiced earth escape and saw Mr. Nobuko's water prison technique? Now he has developed the earth prison technique? This is called analogy, Mr. Kazama said.

"Haha, don't waste your time. I won't say a word." Kisame smiled coldly and then closed his eyes.

"With your talent, you should be the kind of person who is called a genius in the Hidden Mist Village. But do you know? All the people you see in front of you, including me, were once marginalized people despised by people in the same village, because we have neither ability, nor talent, and even less background. We graduated from the Ninja School in a mediocre way, and then formed a team, and finally in a certain mission, we used our lives to interpret the cruelty of the ninja career." Nobuko's tone was neither hurried nor slow, neither fast nor slow, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.