My Hokage Journey

Destiny, such an inscrutable word, seems to have been doomed from the beginning, decided from the birth of a person.

For example, when a die is thrown, although it has not yet hit the ground, the result is actually determined by external factors such as speed, angle, wind speed, temperature, humidity, etc. at the moment the die is thrown.

In the original work, Hyuga Neji is lamenting his fate, so is the girl in white in front of him the same?

Just when Lu Ming felt a trace of inexplicable guilt, the other party had already raised one hand.

"I... give up!" Hinata covered her forehead with her other hand and looked at Lu Ming coldly.

"Tanaka Lu Ming wins this game!" the referee shouted loudly, but there was no movement in the audience, and they were in a state of collective daze.

This result was completely different from the initial expectations of these civilian students. In their eyes, this young man who had come here with his 'lucky halo' should be easily beaten back to his original form and then be included in their 'team'.

But no, Hinata Aya's admission of defeat made everyone realize that this young man with a commoner background like himself relied on his true strength rather than opportunism.

……

At this time, the three teenagers each occupied a corner of the guardrail opposite the water gate. The ordinary students were naturally separated from them by a layer of distance, clearly distinguishable from each other.

In the dark moonlight, he wiped his long knife with a white cloth, while the two teammates beside him were chatting while looking at the field.

"This person named Tanaka Lu Ming is very powerful!" A slightly mature-looking boy with a square face commented with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Really? Are you afraid?" The silver-haired boy closed one eye, raised the kunai in his hand and placed it in front of his other hand. He pushed the kunai up and down with his thumb, as if he was playing a game with the light.

"How is it possible? I just find it very interesting. Apart from us, we can actually find such a powerful young man!" He turned his back and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. This proficiency and age, it can be seen that he is more advanced than the previous generation. Hereditary, and the silver-haired boy next to him looked like he was used to it.

The moonlit night coughed a few times, then stretched out his hand to wave away the smell of smoke in the air, as if in silent protest.

"Sorry, the last one!" The square-faced boy heard a few coughs, smiled brightly, and apologized immediately.

……

Seeing the girl leaving sadly, Lu Ming didn't feel much joy in victory. He sighed, turned around and walked towards the corridor.

All the people nearby couldn't help but move out of the way. Facing this young man who knocked hard on the door separating common people and nobles, these common people students suddenly felt proud at this moment.

Previously, I was still expecting the other party to lose, but suddenly I felt a little proud of him. The complex contradictions of human nature are evident.

"Boss, you are so awesome!" As soon as I got closer, I heard Haruno Fengjian's loud voice.

"Okay."

Minato didn't say anything, he just smiled and stretched out his right hand, and the two of them hit each other with their palms...

The big screen jumped again, Moonlight Dark Night VS Sarutobi Shinnosuke.

Seeing his own name and the smoker's name suddenly appear on the screen at the same time, I was slightly stunned in the moonlit night, and smiled helplessly. Without any hesitation, I stretched out my hand and shouted, "I abstain!"

The uproar around him didn't seem to have any impact on him. He was not interested in the Sealed Book anyway. The most important thing was that he was too tired to fight with this person.

The silver-haired boy next to me looked like this.

expression, and the square-faced boy touched the back of his head and continued to laugh.

"Then I declare that Sarutobi Shinnosuke wins this match!" The referee Jonin announced directly without too many questions.

To surrender at this stage, does this mean that you are ashamed of yourself even on that moonlit night?

While everyone was still confused, the screen jumped again...

Two names were clearly visible on the big screen, Namikaze Minato and Hatake Kiba.

"It's my turn, let's go first!" Minato said hello to several people and walked away.

Everyone's attention returned to the field again.

In the center of the field, there are silver and yellow hair, fluttering.

As soon as the referee announced the start, the silver-haired boy had already drawn out his short knife and stabbed it forward without any intention of making an opening statement.

As expected of a child of the Hatake family, he looks so good... Lu Ming, who was watching the battle, leaned against the guardrail and cursed.

Hatake Yarou's sword technique didn't give people the feeling of being upright and heroic. It completely picked on the opponent's weak points and was strange and changeable. He always cut at the uncomfortable place of the opponent, forcing Minato to be a little confused for a while.

He has been praised by people around him for his extraordinary talent since he was a child. Seeing that the thin yellow-haired boy in front of him can actually take over his offensive, he becomes more and more competitive. The forced person can't breathe.

Ding, clang, clang, the sound of kunai and daggers clashing constantly sounded in the field.

In terms of moves, Minato is no match for him. Being able to barely catch them is the limit he can reach, but it's unclear whether the opponent has used all his strength.

My advantage is not here. Minato looked at the gap in the kunai, smiled bitterly, and changed it again.

The disadvantage was obvious. Everyone on the field could see that the yellow-haired boy had been suppressed by Hatake Yalang.

"It's rare to see him so serious. It seems that this student named Namikaze Minato is also very good."

The moonlight darkened the night, and Sarutobi was right. Although Torugi didn't use his full strength, he had a vague feeling that the yellow-haired boy named Namikaze Minato didn't seem to be going all out either.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, who was sitting in the central stand, picked up his pipe and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled the smoke and asked casually, "Who do you think will win?"

This Namikaze Minato is Jiraiya's designated disciple, and this Hatake Kiba is his nephew, but he is not the kind of person who is partial, so Sarutobi Hiruzen asked to kill time.

"Hatake Yalang has a slightly higher chance of winning, but we don't rule out that another boy has a back-up plan." The voice came out through the mask, a bit dull.

He didn't finish his words. The battle between ninjas was never simply based on the basic strength of two people.

Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded and turned his gaze to the field.

Minato glanced at the boy in the stands who was smiling at him and took a deep breath.

His blue eyes were crystal clear, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at this moment. He could only see his figure slumped, and with a slight exertion, he brought up a trail of dust, and the whole person disappeared from everyone's sight.

Hatake Yalang's heart suddenly trembled. The crisis prompted him to instinctively move sideways. He only felt a touch of yellow brushing past him. Then he reached out and touched his cheek. The feeling of skin and flesh being cut slid across his fingertips, and a shallow cut was leaking out. With wisps of bright red.

On the stone finger in the field, the torn white robe fluttered as a figure fell down on one foot. The young man had a smile on his face, and blood was dripping from the kunai in his hand. He was sighing in his heart, 'Speed. It's my greatest weapon! '