The Naruto world keeps playing badly in order to survive

"Next game, Tanaka Ying vs. Watanabe Ono"

A kunai was pointed at Ryotoki's waist, and the previous actual combat match came to an end.

Qianshouwang stood in front and had a certain understanding of these people who had actual combat experience.

Who will be my opponent?

He looked at the group of children around him, chattering and making noises. Oh, childhood is so good.

"Ding"

A kunai was thrown over, and the opposite side was filled with smoke.

A figure appeared in the fog, and the moment the opponent was distracted, the figure turned into smoke.

"what!"

She appeared behind him out of nowhere and knocked him down in an instant, with a kunai pointed at his throat.

"Tanaka Takashi won." A cheer came from below.

He proudly made a sign of reconciliation.

"Next match, Sarutobi Kirō vs. Senju Mo"

Hechuan circled the names of the two people and connected them together in the booklet in his hand.

Sarutobi walked out from the crowd and pointed at Senju and spoke arrogantly.

"What? It's you, this guy."

Seeing that he had inexplicable hostility towards him, Qianshouwang found it interesting and teased him on purpose.

"Are we familiar with each other, little friend?"

"Hey, you're about the same age as me, and you're talking about me." Sarutobi Kirō pouted and complained, "You're always like this, it makes me angry!"

"start!"

Following the order from the river.

Sarutobi Kirō shut up and threw a smoke bomb, and the surroundings began to blur.

In the smoke, Senju held the kunai in front of his chest and looked around, seemingly not prepared to solve the vision problem.

Do you all like to use smoke bombs so much? The last person did the same. It seems that the one who uses the smoke bomb first always wins. Qianshouwang smiled silently.

The person behind him suddenly felt nervous and quickly blocked it with his arms.

A leg whip broke through the mist and hit his arm.

Tsk, that's quite a strong kick. It hurts my arm.

There was a sudden movement under his feet, and he jumped up quickly, kicking hard.

Qianshou Wang was in mid-air, and in this gap, several shurikens flew towards him, blocking his retreat.

Good guy!

"bang bang bang"

The shuriken pierced Senju Wang, but Sarutobi Kirō on the sidelines did not dare to take it lightly. Without saying a word, he immediately made a decisive move, "Wind Style, Blow the Wind!"

The surrounding smoke was blown all over the place, and several large trees opposite were rustling.

Looking around, I saw several shurikens nailed to a half piece of wood.

"Is it a substitution technique?" Sarutobi Kirō said in a low voice.

"Not good!" He blocked sideways and Thousand Hands threw several shurikens. Sarutobi Kirō dodged very awkwardly, but it was not a big deal.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I lean over and kick you, and then I'll give you a sweeping kick!

Sarutobi Kirō quickly dodged with a backflip, and unconsciously formed a seal with his hands, "Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

A huge fireball hit the ground with great force.

The people around couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. He Chuan also looked at this five-year-old child differently, because not every five-year-old child could successfully perform a C-rank ninjutsu.

Senju Wang sighed that he was worthy of being a member of the Sarutobi clan. Looking at the steaming flames getting closer and closer, he felt a little nervous.

He just stood there without dodging or evading, as if he was frightened. Seeing this, Sarutobi Kirō on the opposite side became a little anxious, why didn't he dodge?

At this moment, the ground under his feet suddenly broke, and a hand quickly grabbed Sarutobi Kirō's ankle and dragged him down without him being alert at all.

The person underground realized it later and spoke slowly, "Earth escape, the art of beheading in the heart."

"Why didn't I notice anything?" Sarutobi Kirō looked suddenly towards the place where he had just been. There was no trace of Senju Wang, but only smoke drifting away with the wind.

It’s a shadow clone, how abominable!

Senju Wang flipped out from the ground, looked at Sarutobi Kirō, who had most of his body buried in the soil, and clapped his hands.

"How could you possibly notice? I was holding my breath so hard. Besides..." The figure in front of him disappeared.

A figure walked out from behind the tree and smiled at him, "Besides, do you know my true identity?"

"You have mastered the shadow clone. Then... when was it...!" He looked at Qianshou Wang who was slowly walking towards him in disbelief.

"It was probably the moment you dropped the smoke bomb." Qianshou made a hand gesture of forming a shadow clone and said jokingly, "Then a series of activities unfolded."

Sarutobi Kirō felt somewhat unwilling to accept the fact that he had lost from the very beginning.

"Thousand Hands wins!" He Chuan's timely announcement ended the verdict.

Then he made a seal of reconciliation, looked up at Senju Mao's eyes, and said, "I will defeat you next time. You are my opponent whom I, Sarutobi Kirō, acknowledge!"

"It was just luck." He simply nodded. Little did he know that the days ahead would become more lively.

By the time Hechuan had finished measuring everyone, it was almost time to end the get out of class. He put down his pen and said, "Okay, now it's free time."

-

"Senju Wang, flexible use of shadow clones... Sarutobi Kirō... the theory is a mess!" Hechuan sat in the office, sketching with a red pen, and it was a human five-element diagram. It had been a long time since the actual battle ended.

On this day, Sarutobi Kirō had already disrupted Senju Wang's daily peace and went to and from school with him, chattering all the time and with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Normally, he would automatically block it at this moment, and Qianshouwang would stare straight ahead numbly.

"Don't dare to compete with me, compete, compete!"

"In six forced competitions, you lost five times. The only lucky win I had was because I consumed a lot of my physical strength and chakra in my training." Qianshou grabbed his shoulder and moved away.

"You haven't learned a single thing from the teacher. You keep falling into traps and never change."

"Now you are worthy to be my opponent, Sarutobi Kirō! You have lost so many times!" Sarutobi Kirō was not angry, but followed him.

"What a horrible weather! Is it going to rain?" Hearing the people next to him making noises, he pretended not to see anything.

"It's better to go home early." Senju Wang scratched his head and turned his eyes to Sarutobi Kirō, "You'd better go back early. I'm leaving first."

"Wait! Hey! Wang!" Sarutobi Kirō watched him walk away quickly, but he disappeared after a while. He clenched his fists, "Wang, wait! Tomorrow I will be a brand new me!"

The main reason why Senju Mo returned home was to avoid Sarutobi Kirō, the clingy person.

After sitting in the hall for a while, it started to drizzle outside as expected. It gradually got heavier and thunder roared.

He was going to take a shower and hadn't even eaten yet. It was all because of this guy Sarutobi Kirō.

At the same time, Tsunade and her friends, who had not yet become the Three Ninjas, were in a bungalow.

Jiraiya comforted Tsunade with a sad look, and Orochimaru's eyes were full of sadness.

Tsunade broke down and burst into tears. She squatted down with her head in her hands, unable to believe this fact.

Sheng Shu died in the battle. He accidentally stepped on a trap and was killed by the explosive talisman, and his heart was missing.

"I advise you not to look at it." Jiraiya grabbed Tsunade's shoulders and said carefully.

Orochimaru, who lowered his head, said coldly, "It doesn't matter! It's the same whether you look at it or not. You can't tell the difference anyway."

Jiraiya frowned and looked at Orochimaru, "That's enough, Orochimaru!"

Ignoring what Jiraiya said, he continued, "Because it's wartime... No one can avoid it... There are no doctors on the battlefield."

As he spoke, he took out a necklace from his clothes and said, "It's just... children tend to get overexcited... especially the day after receiving a gift."

After a long time, Tsunade took the first generation necklace and held it tightly in her hand, like a walking corpse.

The dead are gone, but life must go on.

They sent Tsunade to the clan territory. She walked unsteadily and finally looked at the door. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, but she still knocked on it.

"Who is it?" a voice came from inside.

"Yes...I'll open the door." Tsunade tried her best to control her emotions.

"Aunt? You finished the mission so quickly." As she said that, she opened the door. The scene in front of her scared Senju Wang. He calmed himself down and quickly helped Tsunade in.

Even though I tried not to let the tears fall, the tear marks were real and my eye sockets became very red from crying for so long.

What made her so sad? She felt more and more uneasy.

A moment of silence.

Senju waited for Tsunade's answer. Her lips moved slightly, "Nawoki... is dead..." The answer was about to come out.

Tsunade fell to the ground, covering her eyes to stop the tears from falling.

What? Rope Tree is dead?

A bolt of lightning struck Qianshouwang's heart, causing him to lose consciousness for a short time and his heart began to feel uncomfortable.

Ah, why didn't I think of it? I should have known it on his birthday. The story ended long ago when the first necklace was given away.

Even so, I still can't do anything, I can't change the reality. I hate my powerlessness now.

It suddenly became difficult to breathe, and an indescribable emotion surged into my heart, making me feel a little blocked and suffocated.

"He...why is it so sudden..."

Senju Mo actually didn't know what to say. That kid who kept shouting that he wanted to be Hokage, he was still so young, the leader of the Senju generation, the position of Hokage should be his!

A sad atmosphere surrounded them, and Senju remained silent, asking Tsunade to accept the grief.

Tsunade turned around and went back to her room, the door slamming shut.

"This news... is really explosive!" He whispered quietly in the living room alone, still feeling very touched.

Silent all night.