Naruto training king

"Huh~"

Hinata patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he leaned into Yakumo's ear and continued in a suppressed voice: "It seems that Qingmi has no memory of the dream. Our idea is right."

The hot and moist breath blew into Yakumo's ears, and her neck subconsciously shrank back.

She composed herself and then said: "It is a dream after all. I will probably have a vague impression of the date when I wake up. It is best not to use the dream spell often."

"You're right. Anyway...it's useless to give this technique to me now. I still can't say anything."

As Qingmi left, the two of them felt relieved, and Yakumo suddenly recalled the scene in his dream just now.

She subconsciously touched her belly and complained: "There should be no big problem with the dreaming technique, but there is still a huge flaw in the dream created."

Hearing this, Hinata frowned slightly and asked with concern: "Did you encounter any unexpected situation?"

Speaking of this, Yakumo puffed up his cheeks angrily and said with a grin: "Qingmi's dream was when he met me for the first time. You would never imagine how he sent me to the hospital..."

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, and her voice couldn't help but get louder: "He actually carried me to the hospital like a sack."

"His shoulder blades hit me so much that my stomach hurt. But at that time, I was in a coma and couldn't move. It was tortured to death!"

Hinata couldn't help laughing, then she quickly covered her mouth and looked around.

Fortunately no one was woken up by them.

Hinata sighed slightly and continued: "It seems that the name 'Kurama Yakumo' buried in the painting can imply too wide a range. As long as it is a memory related to you, it is possible to use it to construct a dream."

"We have to find a way to narrow the scope of the suggestion and make the constructed dream more controllable."

Hinata looked behind her at Ino, who was still sleeping soundly: "Let's ask Ino this afternoon. After all, it's related to memory, so it's better to ask her opinion."

"Uh-huh."

In the afternoon taijutsu class, we still learn Konoha-style swordsmanship.

However, due to the dream spell that was cast at noon, Yakumo was unable to practice in the afternoon and had to ask Iruka for leave.

She sat on the lawn nearby, opened her drawing board, laid out paper, mixed colors, and stroked her pen.

As the pen in her hand danced slowly, everything that happened on the playground gradually emerged.

Iruka is teaching patiently, Sasuke and Kiyomi are sparring, Naruto is a bit clumsy, Shikamaru is lazing away...

About half an hour later, Ino and Hinata completed today's class, and the painting in Yakumo's hand was also in the final stage.

Ino couldn't wait to ask: "I heard from Hinata that our plan was a success?"

Yakumo nodded slightly at first, and then shook his head: "It can only be said that half of the success is achieved."

Later, she told Ino about the problem with the Dream Technique.

Unexpectedly, Ino clapped her hands indifferently and said happily: "As long as the dream can be successful, the construction of the dream is not a big problem."

Ino held her chin and thought carefully, then pointed to Yakumo's drawing board: "You only need to highlight a memory with the content of the drawing. For example, if you draw one for me now..."

Next, at Ino's request, a brand new painting appeared from Yakumo's pen.

Ino raised his hand and gave a thumbs up: "The painting is really good."

Hinata looked at the painting and nodded thoughtfully: "So that's all it takes?"

"That's right!" Ino laughed, then stretched out his fingers to twist a corner of the paper, "Then I'll take this painting."

Then she got up and ran all the way to Sasuke, who had just finished sparring.

With a smile on his face he shouted: "Sasuke!"

Sasuke was drinking water and when he heard Ino's voice, he subconsciously turned his head slightly to look at her.

As he moved, a drop of water slid down the corner of his mouth, passed through his neck, and fell directly into Ino's heart.

"What's wrong?" After saying that, he raised his hand and wiped his neck.

Ino's cheeks blushed slightly, and then handed the painting in her hand to Sasuke: "This is a gift for Sasuke."

"No." Sasuke rejected her as always.

But Ino was not discouraged. Instead, he turned the drawing paper over and showed him the content on it.

"Sasuke should take a look before making a decision."

Sasuke glanced at the thing handed to him subconsciously.

At the same time, Kiyomi and Sakura, who were sitting on either side of Sasuke, also put their heads together.

On the drawing paper, there is a lively festival.

Naruto, Shikamaru, Choji and Kiba rushed forward with happy faces, Sasuke stood behind them and followed slowly, while Ino accompanied Sasuke with a bunch of meatballs...

Sasuke said in surprise: "This is... a New Year's festival?"

Ino nodded heavily: "Yeah, I think this is a precious memory, so I asked Yakumo to draw it."

Immediately afterwards, Sasuke was silent for a moment, and then said: "Then I will accept it, thank you."

His voice was very calm. Judging from his tone and expression, he had no idea whether Sasuke liked this painting or not.

But after being together for so long, Ino more or less understood Sasuke's character.

Seeing him reaching out to take the painting, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up into a bright smile.

"Hey hey hey..."

At this moment, Qingmi suddenly joked: "I am not included in this painting."

Unexpectedly, Ino's face immediately changed and she glared at him hard: "Why do you have the nerve to say that?"

Qingsi bared his teeth slightly and took a breath: "Okay, okay, it's my fault."

At this moment, Sakura suddenly stood up and asked Ino: "It's okay if there are no Kiyomi and Hinata, but why is there no me in that painting?!"

Ino was not afraid at all, crossed her arms and glanced at her sideways: "Are you there?"

Sakura was slightly startled and asked subconsciously: "Where is it?"

A wicked smile appeared on Ino's face, and then she pointed at the lower left corner of the painting: "Do you see, there is a passerby with pink hair here."

"Huh? Passerby!"

Sakura walked up to Ino angrily, reached out and grabbed her collar, and pressed it against her forehead.

The two faces were almost touching each other: "Inoye Zhu, who are you talking about as a passerby?"

"Tch~" Ino smacked her lips disdainfully, "Kuan Forehead, what are you in a hurry for?"

The atmosphere between the two people was so weird that Qingmi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, felt his CPU burn.

"Aren't they friends? Even if they announce the breakup, their feelings are still there, but they are so tit-for-tat."

Sasuke put the painting away and said casually: "That's why I said trouble!"

He didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the trouble fell into the ears of Ino and Sakura.

The two looked at Sasuke at the same time, then turned to look at each other.

"Hmph!" Sakura let go of Ino's hand.

Ino adjusted his collar and then said: "Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore."

"Then Sasuke, I'll leave first~"

After saying that, she turned back to Yakumo and Hinata.

"I'm going to use the Dreaming Technique tonight. Are you sure you can do it?" Yakumo asked curiously.

Ino snapped her fingers, closed one eye, and smiled slyly: "I already have a way to defeat Sasuke."

"any solution?"

She leaned into the ears of the two of them and whispered: "At the end of the painting, didn't I ask you to add two strokes to it, including the Hokage?"

"That night, the ANBU next to Hokage-sama was Sasuke's brother..."

After hearing her words, Hinata leaned back and looked at Ino in shock: "You...you..."

She was hesitant and speechless, and the countless complaints in her heart finally turned into "You are awesome."

Ino crossed her arms proudly: "Theoretically, my probability of success is 90%!"

"Theoretically..." Yakumo couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Ino spread his hands: "Why are you looking at me like this? Shouldn't you think I'm a genius?"

"Oh." Hinata sighed, she really didn't know what to say.

At this moment, she seemed to think of something and said quickly: "Wait a minute! I have a question."

"Using the content of the painting to limit the dream, then Sasuke always has a recurring dream, will it make him realize that something is wrong?"

Ino and Yakumo looked at each other, and then Ino said: "But I have given away the painting... and there is no way to change the plan at the last minute."

For a moment, the three of them fell silent again.

After a while, until school was almost over.

Yakumo said: "Let's leave it like this for now. Ino, please control the frequency of use, and I will think of ways to improve this technique."

"Yeah." The other two nodded.

After school, walking on the way home.

Qingmi stopped in front of a department store with the painting in his hand: "Hinata, I want to go in and buy some things. Please wait for me for a moment."

"Okay." Hinata nodded obediently, then walked to the side of the road and stood there.

She looked like a little girl waiting on the roadside for her parents to pick her up.

Kiyomi smiled and then walked into the store. After a while, he came out carrying a bag.

He put the painting that Yakumo gave him into the bag, then took out an unwrapped lollipop and handed it to Hinata's mouth: "Na~"

Hinata looked at him with a strange look, then opened her mouth and took the candy in her mouth.

"By the way...what did you just buy?"

Qingmi picked up the bag in his hand: "A picture frame, go back and put the pictures that Yakumo gave you, so you won't worry about them being damaged by weathering."

Hinata's eyes fell on the bag in his hand, and she walked on the road with her head lowered, silent.

"What are you thinking about?" he couldn't help asking.

Hinata stretched out her hand to take the candy, her red lips parted slightly, feeling a little disappointed: "I seem to have never given you a gift."

"I'm not someone who values ​​gifts either."

"These are two different things." Hinata said angrily, and then put the candy in her hand back into her mouth.

So cute.

"No one is always angry with himself." Qingmi couldn't help laughing.

Then, he coughed lightly and said seriously: "As long as it is a gift from Hinata, I will treasure it carefully."

Hinata's cheeks turned red, and then she turned her head slightly, not daring to look at him.

"Uh-huh."

After returning home, Kiyomi installed the painting given by Yakumo and hung it on the wall of his bedroom.

After a brief meal, he took out a volume of basic knowledge on sealing and started studying.

The night becomes darker and darker.

Kurama Yakumo sat on his bed, yawned loudly, and then rubbed his eyes.

"Why isn't he sleeping yet?"

She sighed, then got up and poured a glass of hot water.

After lingering for a while, Yakumo lay back on the bed and formed a seal with his hands to perform the dream-entering technique.

This time, the dream spell was successfully activated.

Her vision went dark and she suddenly lost consciousness. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the classroom of the Ninja School in front of her.

[This memory... is it just a sparse and ordinary day? 】

Yakumo murmured, and then performed the genjutsu again in his dream.

Powerful mental power began to invade the world. Hinata Kiyomi, who was in class, suddenly felt sleepy, and then fell on the desk and fell asleep.

Immediately afterwards, Kurama Yakumo in the dream used the dream-entering technique again.

Dream within a dream is equivalent to using illusion within illusion. This is a method recorded in the Kurama clan's classics.

But hundreds of years ago, only a handful of people could use this trick.

Among the Kurama clan today, only Kurama Yakumo, who has an extremely powerful soul, can use it.

And thanks to the inspiration brought by Ino, Yakumo also did a lot of tricks when performing genjutsu.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that she was in a dark room with only a faint light coming from outside.

"Kurama Yakumo" is hiding in this room, applying various gray colors on the drawing paper.

In this room, there are various paintings placed everywhere on the floor and walls. Without exception, these paintings are all in a dark and weird style.

There is no doubt that these paintings are all painted by "Kurama Yakumo".

[Successful, I entered that memory again. 】

Kurama Yakumo cheered himself up in the spiritual world, and at the same time looked around nervously.

[That monster... where is it? 】

At this moment, the door to the room opened, and a woman with black hair and red eyes walked in.

Looking at the paintings all over the floor, she sighed slightly: "Yakumo, are you okay?"

Anyone could hear the concern in this sentence, but "Kurama Yakumo" ignored it and continued to wave the paintbrush in his hand.

【Who is she? 】

Kurama Yakumo was just wondering when he suddenly put down the brush in his dream and showed a disdainful smile.

"Teacher Yuhi Hong, are you here to kill me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire dream space began to tremble violently.

【how so? How could the dream begin to crumble so quickly? 】

Kurama Yakumo's eyes widened and he tried his best to look at Yuhi Kurenai.

However, no matter how hard she tried to stay a little longer, Qingmi finally woke up from her sleep.

The sky was bright and it was still a while before it was time to get up, but Yakumo couldn't sleep any more.

It wasn't until breakfast that she couldn't help but ask: "Father, do you know the name Yuhi Hong?"

Kurama Congyun nodded: "Yuhi Kurenai is a famous Jonin in Konoha Village who is proficient in illusions. I once thought that if you can't go to school, ask her to be your teacher."

Kurama Congyun's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Yakumo's heart hard.

The chopsticks in her hand also dropped...

Damn it, it was already three o'clock in the morning when I finished writing this chapter yesterday. I clicked "Publish" and went straight to bed without turning off the computer.

It wasn't until I was about to enter the operating room that I felt a little uneasy, so I turned on my phone and took a look.

It’s so frustrating, at three o’clock in the morning, my writer’s assistant prompted me “You saved this chapter”…