Ming Bao is in the dark black pill [Comprehensive]

"That...Uncle Hasebe?" Naruto thought for a long time before mustering up the courage to speak out expectantly.

When the young man with dark chestnut hair and short hair in the kitchen turned his head to look over, Naruto scratched his hair uneasily, and introduced again in a low voice: "I am Naruto Uzumaki, I am five years old this year, thank you uncle for saving me just now, what are you doing?" You can tell me to do everything, and I want to repay my uncle."

As soon as this passage came out, even the numb Hasebe's hand holding the pot lid stopped, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.But soon, he returned to that look, and corrected lightly: "It's a very dangerous thing to tell Fu Sangshen your name, and there is a danger of being manipulated and disappearing."

"Although I don't quite understand...but I know that Uncle Hasebe is a good person!" Naruto did not agree with Hasebe's opinion on this matter, he insisted on staring at the young man's appearance in surprise, and repeated again , "And if there is a risk, my uncle has already told me my name, so I also want to exchange names with my uncle, otherwise it would be too unfair."

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto!"

Naruto could hardly suppress his bright smile, he looked at Uncle Hasebe's expression carefully and repeatedly.Sure enough, even after hearing his name, Uncle Hasebe did not become indifferent and disgusted. On the contrary, Uncle Hasebe, like Uncle Sanriyue, didn't mind, but softened his attitude towards him.

Hasebe stood silently in front of the steamer, for a long while, he skipped this topic as if he didn't know how to deal with it.He took out a bowl from the cabinet, filled a bowl of miso soup and potato rice, put it on the table, and finally said bluntly: "Master God Judge, please eat."

The Daguang room is very spacious, and the tables and chairs are enough for dozens of people to sit and eat together, but now there is only a little blond boy sitting on the opened chair, his legs can't reach the ground, he is holding a bowl and eating voraciously. It was as if he was about to starve to death.

Hasebe stood quietly at the door, staring at this side, waiting.

"Uh...uh..." The warm potato rice and tempting miso soup overflowed with fragrance, and thinking that this was a meal specially made for him, Naruto burst into tears as he ate it .

He is not the type of child who can cry loudly. Even with tears streaming down his cheeks, Naruto just buried his head and covered his expression with a bowl. It was the result of Naruto's repeated suppression.

So happy...why do you treat him so well?

He is really happy today.

It's just... why does the happier I feel, the more uncomfortable I feel?Almost out of breath.

Naruto buried his face completely in the bowl, tightly clutched the clothes on his chest, and his tears became more and more turbulent.

Hasebe stared fixedly at the poor little boy at the door, struggling for a while, he turned his head to the door again coldly, pretending to appreciate the scenery, without saying a word.

This weird atmosphere continued until the little boy finished his meal.Naruto moved the chair to the kitchen, stepped on it to reach the sink, quickly washed his dishes, Hasebe frowned habitually and wanted to say something, stopped again, with a straight face Nothing prevents.

It's finally time to make a hand for the sword.

Hasebe did not take Naruto to see Mikazuki Munekin again, but directly led him to a Japanese room with the words "Hand into the room" marked on the door.

There is a large pool like a hot spring pool in the room, which is also dry now.The ground was also covered with dust, and there was a whole row of swords quietly placed at the bottom of the pool, but they were all tattered, some were rusty, and some were so broken that Naruto suspected that they would completely shatter when touched.

"...I want to give them... hand items?" Naruto looked up at the quiet Hasebe hesitantly, "What are hand items?"

"Use your spiritual power to infuse the sword to repair their injuries." Hasebe replied, walked to the cabinet and took out a set of maintenance equipment from it, "If you want to do more detailed, you can infuse the spiritual power at the same time Use Bongshu paper, dingzi oil, eye nail puller and powder stick..."

Hasebe briefly introduced how to maintain the order.

"I want to try this!" Naruto has never been good at meticulous labor, and his character is impatient to sit down and do something quietly, but now he rushes to choose the second method, which is more attentive.

If you can do better, Uncle Sanriyue will be happier, right?Maybe even praise him for a job well done.

As soon as he thought about it, Naruto felt motivated.

Those swords were so shattered that Naruto was worried that they would be broken if he was not careful, so he could only clumsily descend to the bottom of the hot spring pool with the set of maintenance equipment. He stepped on the thin dust to the leftmost one. Kneeling down in front of the sword, he cautiously injected some chakra into it.

Well, his own chakra is too little, and the duration is very unstable, as if the sword has not changed.

Naruto began to worry about whether he could do a good job of making hands.

Suddenly, a strange chakra surged out of his body and flowed towards the sword in his hand.The stomach became warm, and Naruto was shocked and puzzled to find that this feeling was just like the energy filling the air, with a bloody smell, and Naruto became emotionally unstable.

How should I put it, a little irritable and impatient.

No way - he wanted Uncle Sanriyue to continue to smile at him, to concentrate on his work, to concentrate.

The little blond boy frowned suddenly, and tried hard to suppress the emotions in his heart with a straight face.Naruto unsheathed the scabbard clumsily, and took off all the decorations on the sword, not even the hilt and pommel.He cautiously poured oil on the knife, and then wiped it with deerskin paper.

With the infusion of spiritual power and the wiping of deerskin paper over and over again, until all the cracks on the knife body disappeared without a trace, Naruto was shocked to find that the knife lying in his hand suddenly buzzed and trembled slightly: "?! "

The knife—the knife moved by itself!

"...Uncle Hasebe?" Naruto turned to look for the young man at a loss, looking at him for help.

Hasebe walked to the edge of the pool, glanced at the shape and pattern decoration of the knife from a distance, and replied clearly: "You are holding a short knife, Yaken Toshiro, he will recover soon."

"'He'?" Naruto repeated with ominous foreboding, and suddenly recalled Uncle Sanriyue's self-introduction saying that "as one of the five swords under heaven, it is called the most beautiful sword."

... knives and swords.

Naruto was shocked for a moment, his blue eyes widened: "Oh? Uncles, could it be..."

Are they all knives? !

Naruto froze into a sculpture, and as the chakra continued to pour in, the sword in his hand buzzed and trembled more violently.Hasebe's expression suddenly became a little strange, he paused, and then reminded: "You should put the knife back."

"Ah, good..." Xiao Naruto was so shocked that he didn't recover for a while, and put back all the things he had just dismantled in a daze. Because of his unfamiliar technique, it took him half a day to finish it.

Almost the moment he inserted the short knife into the scabbard, a light shone on the knife.A boy with short dark purple hair who was much taller than Naruto appeared at the bottom of the pool. Yaken Toshiro pressed the scabbard on his waist with one hand expressionlessly, and his first reaction when he landed was to take a few steps back and pull it away. The only distance between him and the young God-inspector is that the roots of his ears are still a little red.

This boy who wears glasses and looks cold and alienated is not easy to mess with at first glance, and he doesn't like Naruto either. It can be said that his actions are very disgusting.

Naruto stared at the boy's movements helplessly, feeling a little hurt.He knelt and sat on the bottom of the dusty pool, his hands were still covered with sticky clove oil, but the object he had taken care of for most of the day had the same attitude as everyone else in the past, avoiding him.

Naruto hesitantly called out in a low voice, almost showing frustration in his tone: "Yakuken...brother."

There is nothing wrong with the title itself.Naruto's name is Mikazuki and Hasebe is also called by name plus seniority, but this name seems to have stimulated the dagger for some reason.Yaken's pupils shrank suddenly, he gave Naruto a sharp look, and replied coldly: "Master, please call me Yaken directly."

"Yakuken." Naruto immediately sat up straight, repeating very obediently.

He himself is not such a quiet and well-behaved child, he is more lively and impatient, impatient, he is good at dancing and doing strange things to attract the attention of others, but Naruto now feels that if he is more well-behaved, he can get what he wants Pay attention, he is willing to pretend to be a good boy.

His almost instinctive intuition made him feel that these uncles and brothers turned into swords were much softer than the uncles and aunts in the village.