[Hokage] Rinko's new life

Having said that, Lin still squatted down, hugged her hands behind her back, turned her head and said, "Come on."

Nohara Zhu got his wish and got his brother's back reward.

On the way, Lin suspected that there was something wrong with her eyesight.

"..." He looked at the little face in front of him and was speechless, but his heart had already been turned upside down: Hey, hey!Who is this!kidding me!How old is he!Let me think about it, this year is Konoha's 47th year, and he is only four years old!Why is such a small child allowed to run around!

System gentleman: OvO host!Itachi!It's the Weasel God!

Meet Itachi (1/1) (Completed)

Lynn: ...I know.Then you don't need to set it as a task, do you?

Mr. System's eyes drift, if it has eyes: →_→Oh!

Nohara Zhu, who was behind Lin, couldn't help being anxious when he saw his brother staring at the paralyzed man who looked younger than him, and he tugged at Lin's hair.

Lin's reaction to the slight pain was a slight "hiss". He came back to his senses and looked directly at Itachi Uchiha, "Itachi Uchiha?" It was clearly a question, but there was no doubt in his tone.

"Yes." Uchiha Itachi was obviously a little surprised that Lin would speak first, "Senior Lin, I wish you senior." I thought he was a very calm person.

Nohara Zhu who called "Senior" didn't have any complaints, ahem, for example, stealing my brother's attention or something.

Lin nodded and asked seemingly casually, "Are you alone?"

Uchiha Itachi seemed to be even more surprised—believe in Lin, believe in Lin who is a pseudo-facial paralyzed and has real facial paralysis around her... definitely can understand the information expressed by their eyes and subtle facial changes!

Uchiha Itachi's face, which had never lost the baby fat, seemed to be bulging into a bun, which made Lin want to laugh, "Yes, Senior Lin."

Lin lowered her head, "Do you have the strength of a ninja?"

"...No, I haven't." Uchiha Itachi was obviously frightened by Lin's merciless words.

"Heh." A soft sneer came out of Lin's mouth, "I don't even have the strength of a ninja, how dare I stay in such a place? Children, let's go home, wash and sleep." Never heard of it Are many people missing?Your parents are really relieved.

Uchiha Itachi is indeed a genius who can read all the stone monuments at the age of seven to find out the truth and see through the conflicts between Uchiha and the village. He doesn't change his face. What he hears is not the cynicism of a 13-year-old ninja senior, but a brother's concern for his younger brother .

"Thank you senior for your concern. My parents are on a mission recently, and I won't be back until the day after tomorrow. I just want to solve dinner by myself." Troubling others is not good.

Lin finally had a facial expression, he raised his eyebrows, it was amazing, my Itachi, "Oh? Three-color meatballs?"

The future Weasel God's skill is still not high at this time: "..."

Looking at his expression, Lin knew that he was right, "Let's go, I'll take you to finish your dinner, the three-color meatballs can't be eaten as a meal." Then she turned to Nohara Zhu and said, "Come on, come down, I wish you , you are older than him."

So Nohara Zhu, who didn't want to come down, got off Lin's back obediently.

Uchiha Itachi, who was in silence, thought for a while, he didn’t need to spend his own money, and he could eat good food. Lin’s character can also be guaranteed, and a person like Lin...he is not as strong as him, and with his character, he will directly Let's go.So Itachi decided to follow Lin.

"..." Lin seemed to have picked up a big trouble for himself. After thinking for a while, he lifted up his clothes and unloaded the [-]-jin load, sealed it into the scroll and stretched out his arms, facing one big and one small, "Come on, sit up. "

Itachi and Zhu: "..."

Mr. System: ...orz moves by itself?

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A play in a second... Originally, I wanted to write a thousand words, but when I was happy to write, I suddenly thought of this stalk and added a hundred words...