The Talent of Konoha

"Namikaze Minato, let's go first!" Mori stood up and bid farewell to Namikaze Minato.

"Okay, Mori, you go first, we still have to eat for a while!" Namikaze Minato smiled, put the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and looked up to answer.

"Ah! It's delicious!" Obito let out a delicious pig cry, and Kakashi hid away without leaving a trace with a look of disgust.

"Kakashi, when can we have a conversation." Saitama said to Kakashi with his hanging knife hanging on his waist as he passed the table.

Kakashi stopped, looked up at Saitama, and nodded slightly. He didn't know Saitama's strength, but he was completely right, and it was just a polite way to respond to Saitama.

"Let's go, Zhishui!" At this time, Zhishui was still giving money at the counter, as if his wallet had been emptied?

Following Mori, Saitama walked out of the rotisserie, Shisui paid the bill, and before leaving, nodded again at Namikaze Minato's table, and chased him out.

"Wait for me, Saitama!"

"Shisui? Saitama?" Namikaze Minato looked away. He seemed to have a little impression of these two names, and they belonged to genius ninjas who graduated early like Kakashi.

Turning around and continuing to eat, he ate very politely, chewing slowly, with the feeling of a scholar.

"Qitama, how do you feel?" Walking on the road, Mori's tone was very calm.

"Is Kakashi? It's really strong, but it's not close." Saitama knew that Sen asked Kakashi, and he answered truthfully.

After all, the number of Jonin killed on the battlefield can hardly be counted with one hand, and Kakashi, who was only a Chunin at this period, is naturally not enough in his eyes.

"Oh? Qiyu, don't be proud. The other party also has the title of genius, so you can't use common sense to deduce it." Mori smiled slightly, his body was very relaxed, and his tone was a little teasing.

"Is Qitama really that good?" Shisui couldn't help asking, he didn't know exactly what Saitama did on the battlefield, he only knew that Saitama performed very well on the battlefield, and he didn't know anything else , He didn't ask Qiyu, and Qiyu didn't bother to tell him.

"It's so-so, Shisui!" Saitama shook his head and walked among the three of them.

Shisui tilted his head to look at Saitama and Mori, but did not continue to ask.

"Go back and continue training. It will be a new year in a few days, and it's almost time to prepare for the mission." Saitama said while walking, very relaxed.

"Okay!" Zhishui nodded, and Sen didn't speak at the side.

Back at the training ground, other members of the guard team were eating lunch. The food in the family today was pretty good, and it was also full of meat. Of course, the taste was not as good as the ones eaten at the barbecue restaurant.

Sitting on the chair, Saitama chatted with the guards for a while, then dragged Shisui to the innermost training ground.

"Master Hokage, this is the battle report from the Hidden Sand Front!"

In the Hokage Building, in the Hokage Office, a ninja wearing an animal mask handed a brochure to Hiruzaru Sarutobi.

"En." Hiruzaru Sarutobi shook the pipe in his hand, squinted his eyes and picked up the report in front of him.

This information was directly passed back by Orochimaru. Of course, he himself has a channel to obtain the information.

The more he looked, the greater the surprise on Sarutobi's face became.

"You go down first." Hiruzaru Sarutobi nodded, letting Anbe, who was still standing in front of the table, leave.

"Several Jnin kills one after another! Few enemies are many! Uchiha! Sharingan Shuanggoudama! Seven years old!" Hiruzaru Sarutobi captured something important to him in the information in his hand.

"Isn't this Uchiha named Saitama the one who just applied for graduation at the beginning of the year? I remember there was another Uchiha with him, what's his name?" Hiruzaru Sarutobi knocked on the table with his pipe, his eyes deep, his face The wrinkles are squeezed deeper.

In the battle report not long ago, Orochimaru only said that the battle with Sand Yin had officially entered a fierce battle, and both he and Luo Sand were injured.

The information in his hand only said one thing, about Uchiha Saitama, his appreciation was revealed between the lines.

"Why is it Uchiha?" The third generation put down his pipe and rubbed the space between his brows.

Not thinking about it, Sandai picked up another report that was left on the side.

This is the ninja list submitted by Uchiha Fugaku not long ago, and it is also the candidate Uchiha plans to send to Kirigakure after the year.

Due to the pressure from the elders, this time Uchiha sent a team of nearly 150 people, which is almost two-thirds of the number of ninjas in Uchiha's current village.

The eyelids drooped, San Dai's eyes fell on them, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

"Crench!"

The door was pushed open, and an old man with a bandage wrapped around half of his body and a cane walked in.

The third generation raised his head, his eyes were a little puzzled, and there was a hint of anger in the depths.

"Nichizane!" As soon as Danzo came in, he came straight to Sandai.

Putting down the document in his hand, Hiruzaru Sarutobi leaned back, holding the pipe in his hand.

"What's the matter, Danzo!" The tone couldn't be heard, and Sandai took a deep puff of cigarette.

"Has the list of Uchiha been handed in?" Danzo put his hands on his crutches and stood in front of the table.

"This is Hokage's office!" Sandai said with a calm voice, a little restless in his heart.

Danzo's attitude of not treating him as Hokage made him very angry.

"Well, I just want to see that list!" Danzo also realized his attitude and lowered his head.

"Shua!" Sandai threw the list on the table over, and continued to smoke the pipe in his hand, and the smoke began to hide him.

Danzo took the list, and his eyes began to scan the things on it. After a while, he saw the person he was looking for.

Uchiha Saitama!

"I want to recruit this Uchiha Saitama to the root!"