Konoha's Thief Hand

Chapter 197 Disguise

“Huh! My technique won, Uncle Jiraiya.” Xia Shu turned around and looked, humble and not lacking in arrogance, but deliberately or unintentionally said “mine” very seriously.

“Hey! From this sentence, I read your ambitions.” Jiraiya laughed boldly when he heard the words: “Then wait for one day, you rely on your true ability to win me.”

“Unexpectedly, this was the result, Jiraiya, what are you going to do?” Tsunade returned to his usual state.

“What else can I do? I wish to lose.” Jiraiya deliberately pretended not to understand Tsunade’s words, and said seriously at the young man: “Man, since he said it, he has to count. It’s my unique secret skill. Take this scroll, remember it and destroy it. You can’t pass it on to others, do you know?!”

The last sentence of the words is exactly the language of questioning.

“I remembered.” Xia Shu couldn’t help but solemnly said.

“Haha!” Jiraiya threw out the scroll, his serious expression disintegrated in an instant, and suddenly his nasty taste: “But I’m still not allowed to say my name.”

“Well, I just pretended that this scroll was picked up.” Xia Shu nodded to herself with serious thoughts.

“I picked it up?!” Jiraiya could hear her chin drop, “Where did I pick it up? Tell me I will pick it up too. This is an exclusive secret technique, a very precious thing, as if you can pick it up casually. of.”

“Hmm… I forgot.” Xia Shu condensed his eyebrows pretending to be a memory, suddenly tilted his head and said dumbly.

“Sure enough, that stinky kid!” Jiraiya jumped angrily.

“It’s getting late, I went home to sleep.” Tsunade shook his head helplessly, waved his hand and left.

“Master Tsunade, good night!” Xia Shu’s face was clever and yearning for the opposite sex, but he didn’t dare to make an inch and waved goodbye quickly.

“Bye bye, brat.” Jiraiya just received the look in Tsunade’s eyes when he left, leaving the boy behind, and hurriedly chasing after him.

“Bye bye, Uncle Jiraiya.” Xia Shu pretended to the end, and Kaidō unwillingly.

A little hastily and recklessly, Xia Shu secretly said in her heart as she looked at the figure who had gone away one after another.

However, adventure is directly proportional to harvest. Rasengan’s matter still needs time to ferment. I don’t want to mention it for the time being, but the Lion Hair Technique is something that I got.

Jiraiya’s secret technique is a rare combination of offense and defense in the ninjutsu system. Offense can release thousands of hairs, and defense can wrap the whole body. It is not a defense that can cocoon and restrain itself, but can counterattack with stress, which just compensates for his current defense. Lack of power.

After getting the new ninjutsu, Xia Shu couldn’t help being a little eager to try, and immediately turned back home, ready to practice the new technique at night.

At the same time, the desolate Senju clan land.

The moon blooms like practice, shining like snow all over the courtyard, Tsunade is nestled in a rocking chair, looking at the starry sky, his eyes are blurred with reminiscences, and he doesn’t know who he sees, so he can’t help but raise his hand and grab it.

As if he hadn’t recovered from the memory and catching the air, Tsunade raised his hand and grabbed it again. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, this kind of thing would only fail, and there would be no hope of success.

Despair seems to come from this way.

With the sound of footsteps on the weeds, Tsunade came back to his senses and put down his hands blankly.

“Tsunade, did you just come back to the village? Why the yard is so deserted, so I don’t want to clean it up.” Jiraiya complained and walked in.

“Wonderful.” Tsunade murmured with a curl of his mouth.

“I heard your voice, I care about you!” Jiraiya walked over and stared at Tsunade lying on the only deck chair in the courtyard, spreading his hands and said: “I’m coming to your house, even a stool. Don’t you give it?”

As he turned his head to look at the ordinary two-story house, a small head dressed up with short hair whizzed out of his sight in that window.

“Is that the broken niece?” Jiraiya turned her head and asked.

“Well, Shizune, you saw it when you were a kid.” Tsunade was lying still on the couch, his tone was light, but his emotions were hidden.

“I’ve grown up.” Jiraiya sighed a little, and then remembered the business, “By the way, what do you want me to do? I just came back and plan to go to rest.”

Tsunade didn’t hear the second half sentence, and his expression was not very sure. “What do you think of the kid just now?”

“It’s very interesting.” Jiraiya replied, pondering for a moment and then: “And he created that kind of powerful technique at this age, he is a true genius!”

“Genius?” Tsunade’s eyes were blurred, and after a moment of silence, he said, “You know? I met him at the casino.”

“Gambling house?” Jiraiya was slightly startled when he heard the words, and was afraid to say: “A kid who goes to the gambling house to gamble for money?”

After saying this, a light flashed in his head, thinking of something.

“Is he approaching on purpose?” He frowned slightly, he didn’t like that kind of camper.

“Intentionally approaching?” Tsunade raised an eyebrow, recalled for a moment, and said, “It seems that I approached him on purpose. He recognized me at the time and he was losing money, so I leaned forward and pointed him to gambling. He won some money.”

“He won?” Upon hearing this topic, Jiraiya turned his attention directly and looked at Tsunade in surprise as he asked.

“Of course I won, what do you think of me?” Tsunade said angrily.

“Hey! Haha!” Jiraiya quickly scratched his head and pretended to be stupid, and changed the subject: “So, you approached the other person on purpose?”

“That’s right.” Tsunade looked resentful, and immediately said: “That kid is pretending, even if the disguise is perfect, but the character displayed is a bit too much, knowing your identity, but dare to play like that. Unless it’s a rough nerve.”

“It seems suspicious to hear what you said.” Jiraiya pinched his chin to recall, and suddenly said, “Should I go to the old man to check it?”

“It’s up to you.” Tsunade said in a drop-off tone.

“Hehe! I’m glad to see you again, Tsunade.” Jiraiya was used to it, and said with a smile: “Tomorrow, let Orochimaru come out and get together. Speaking of which, the three of us haven’t gotten together for a long time to chat.”

“Orochimaru seems to be busy these days.” Tsunade’s eyes moved slightly.

“No matter how busy I am, I have to eat.” Jiraiya said carefully, “When I’m full, I’ll go and dig him out of the snake hole. It’s settled. See you tomorrow.”

After speaking, he turned and waved his hand and jumped onto the courtyard wall, out of Tsunade’s sight between the ups and downs.

The night wind blew past, and the fruit trees planted in the courtyard rustled, and there were so many leaves with withered edges falling down.

Tsunade raised his hand to catch a fallen leaf, pinched the root handle and turned it, as if he saw the boy who was clamoring to become Hokage again.

“This year, that day will come again.” Muttering to himself, full of sadness and nostalgia.