My Hokage Journey

A hundred side kicks were followed by a hundred straight punches, one hundred on each side... The wooden stake kept making teeth-grinding sounds, and only the dents on it clearly proved what kind of blow it had endured.

Although it was very shocking at first, after repeating it countless times, Lu Ming began to get used to it.

After practicing, Mattei took off the bandage and cleaned it. He also cleaned the wound, then applied the herbal ointment he made, and waited for the bandage to dry before practicing.

With such a huge amount of physical exertion, Matt Dai has always been strict with himself. He strives to be perfect every time he punches out and withdraws his punch. He cannot be lazy in the slightest. Often, such requirements will become more difficult with each update. Today he will practice a hundred times, and tomorrow he will increase it to 120 times. He presses himself again and again. Lu Ming doesn't know why the young man in front of him is asking himself like this. He is not himself, and he doesn't know how many powerful bosses he will face in the subsequent plot. .

So what exactly motivates Matt Dai to do such crazy training?

Then Lu Ming smiled mockingly to himself. This seemed to be a bit stupid question. In this era, which ninja is not like this.

Putting away his boring thoughts, Lu Ming also began to try to imitate Matt's appearance, and started training with a bandage.

He has also done some exercise in the past year, doing a hundred push-ups every day and running ten laps around Konoha's commercial streets in the morning.

This is the lowest standard that Lu Ming set for himself. No matter how busy or tired he is, this quota must reach the standard. After persisting for a year, he is still relatively strong. I don’t know whether it is because people in this world generally have stronger physiques or because Lu Ming is generally stronger. Ming's training really worked. He really felt that he had become stronger than ordinary people. Even an adult might not be able to match his strength. Of course, it pales into comparison with Matt Dai.

Lu Ming compared the appearance of Matt Dai in his mind, spread his legs, slowly squatted down, and crossed his arms. The posture seemed not much different from what Matt Dai did just now.

Matt Dai looked at Lu Ming but shook his head, reached out and grabbed Lu Ming's shoulders: "The clothes are gently pressed against the back, and the shoulder blades are slightly spread out in all directions."

After speaking, he kicked Lu Ming's left foot again: "Take the distance between your feet closer inward."

Lu Ming hurriedly stepped back a short distance.

"Shoulders should be lowered. Don't shrug. This will be very strenuous."

"Raise your arms a bit, um, that's about it, punch."

The seemingly perfect posture was corrected and adjusted again and again. The opponent seemed unwilling to let go of every small mistake. The final posture was finally determined. Even the stance and punching looked a bit pleasing to the eye at the moment. No. It's like the empty shelf before.

Lu Ming felt the force of the shock coming from the wooden stake. Although there was a layer of bandages, his fist still ached slightly. His brows furrowed slightly, but he threw the next punch without any hesitation. He could leave it to him. There isn’t much time left, right?

When Lu Ming hit fifty punches on each side, he lost all strength. It was as if there were two buckets of water on his shoulders, and Shen couldn't lift his hands at all.

His mind was clear, but his hands had escaped the control of his subjective consciousness, as if they were separated from his body and no longer a part of his body. Lu Ming had never had such an experience.

There is no punch

Be lazy, what is the real first punch like, and what is the last punch still like? This kind of training makes people more painful as you go to the end. It is impossible for your physical strength to maintain the same level as before. The consumption time and time again makes you The subsequent movements require more concentration to maintain balance.

It's like a rubber band that's about to break at any moment. The more it's pulled apart, the more you pull it apart. You can clearly feel that it might break in the next moment.

Matt Dai did not look down on this young man at all. If he had won his trust with his help at the beginning, then the other party's seriousness and concentration now deepened his understanding again. This young man has the same talent for hard work as him. People with this kind of talent usually go very far, this is what his father told him.

Seeing Lu Ming's hands that couldn't be raised at all, Matt Dai just wanted him to take a rest, but he saw the opponent's right hand raised up by mistake, and he waved his fist again. What was confusing was that the speed and power seemed to be faster. Better than before.

Lu Ming himself seemed to be immersed in a strange atmosphere at this time. His hands that he could no longer lift just now started to wave again based on the instinct of his body. He gradually began to lose consciousness of the things around him, and his only target was the wood in front of him. The wooden pile was hit with punch after punch, and bright blood flowers appeared, dazzling and eye-catching.

Matt Dai, who was standing aside, stared at Lu Ming closely, not wanting to miss any moment. He suddenly had an illusion that the other person was like his former self, and he was out of place in this village. It rose up, showing his excellent mood.

'Father, if he is such a person, then it is okay to show him...'

The pain coming from his hand and the blood stains on the wooden stake made Lu Ming a little stunned when he came back to his senses. He was confused about how many punches he had just thrown.

"Dai, how many punches were there just now? I didn't count."

"One hundred and three, you can't be wrong." Matt Dai looked happy, and his thick eyebrows seemed to be dancing, which looked very funny. Fortunately, he didn't have a mushroom head, otherwise Lu Ming would really not be able to accept it.

Lu Ming actually believed in the number one hundred and three, because Matt Dai would not lie, and he was sure of this.

But what exactly was that feeling just now? Is it the state that occurs when a person concentrates to a limit? It feels like he wants to catch it but can't. It's like fishing for the moon in the water. Forget it, let's talk about it later. The current state of his hand It's bleeding and needs to be cleaned and bandaged first.

After he finished it, he realized that the kimono on his body was no longer as brand-new as before. The stains and sweat stains made this high-end kimono a bit unsightly. Lu Ming could even imagine what Uncle Tanaka would do after seeing it. I kept talking to him for a long time.

"Lu Mingjun!"

"What's wrong?" Lu Ming, who had come back to his senses, looked at Matt Dai's formal look and asked curiously.

"I have something I want you to see."

"Oh well."

Lu Ming originally thought it was a demonstration of practice postures, but he was confused the next moment. A green wave of air suddenly burst out from Matt Dai's body and rushed towards Lu Ming's face. He, who had little energy left, was instantly stunned Lang pushed back several steps and then fell to the ground.

However, the expression on Lu Ming's face at this moment was not shocked but complicated. Brother, I haven't spoken yet, are you being too direct...