Naruto: Konoha’s Kanpu

Fire country.

Konoha.

sunset.

After a day of training, Itachi rushed home tired and tired. When he passed a rice ball restaurant, he suddenly thought of his younger brother at home.

Sasuke likes wooden fish rice balls.

Itachi turned around and walked into the rice ball shop, bought two wooden fish rice balls, and smiled.

During these days, Anbu was vaguely crowded out, the clansmen blocked the door and provoked him, and the matter of stopping the water, all of which made Itachi feel haggard. Only Sasuke could give his tired heart a rest.

When he got home, Itachi shouted 'I'm back', but Sasuke didn't come out to welcome him as usual.

Itachi was a little strange. After changing his shoes, he went into the house to look for him, and finally found his younger brother sitting on the wooden corridor in the backyard, looking at the sunset foolishly with his hands on his cheeks.

"Sasuke." Itachi walked over with a smile.

"Brother?" Sasuke turned his head sharply, staring at Itachi with wide eyes, his eyes... a little strange.

"Why are you sitting here in a daze?"

Itachi picked up the wooden fish rice ball in his hand and smiled, "I bought this specially for you."

"Muyu Rice Balls!"

Sasuke hurriedly ran over to take the rice ball, but then showed a shy expression, lowered his head and asked, "Brother, is Anbu busy?"

"It's okay, it's just... I'm sorry, I haven't been with you for a while." Itachi thought Sasuke was angry, so he apologized in a low voice.

"Brother ignored me in the morning?" Sasuke pouted and complained.

"morning?"

Itachi looked at Sasuke's little head and was a little puzzled. When he went out in the morning, Sasuke was still sleeping, and he didn't come back until now, so how could Sasuke see himself in the morning?

Brows slowly wrinkled, Itachi keenly sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly asked Sasuke what happened in the morning.

"It's, it's..."

Sasuke recalled, "Not long after my mother went out to buy food, my brother came back..."

"what?!"

Itachi's pupils shrank sharply, and the pitch-black pupils instantly turned into scarlet three-hooked jade writing round eyes!

"Brother..." Sasuke was a little afraid of the pupil power emanating from the writing wheel.

"Sorry, Sasuke." Itachi hurriedly closed his eyes, but his hand was clenched tightly, with blue veins on the back of his hand.

At this time, Itachi remembered the scene where he went to chase Shisui a few months ago, and finally fell into the Shishui illusion, witnessing the tragic death of Sasuke with his own eyes.

Just now, it seems that this picture appeared in Itachi's mind again!

The father went to work, the mother went to buy vegetables, and went to Anbu by herself. There was only six-year-old Sasuke at home.

If the person pretending to be me is malicious, Sasuke he...

Itachi was terrified.

After a good half-pay, Itachi suppressed the fear and killing intent in his heart, opened his eyes again, and his pupils had returned to black: "Sasuke, continue."

"When my brother came back, he walked in without changing his shoes, as if he was looking for something. I chased after my father's study, and then I couldn't find my brother."

Sasuke said aggrievedly, "Brother ignores me."

Itachi forced a smile: "Forgive me, Sasuke, there will be no next time."

Nodding Sasuke's forehead, Itachi turned and walked towards Uchiha Fugaku's study, with a solemn and cold expression on his face.

Sasuke took two bites of the wooden fish rice ball, and followed Itachi while chewing, talking about his own little things.

Itachi's left ear goes in and right ear goes out. At this moment, he just wants to find that daring bastard and make him pay the price!

Arriving at the study, Itachi immediately checked the traces of the study.

Uchiha Fuyue's study has always been neat and tidy. Whether it's scrolls or books, they will be neatly placed and spotless, but at this time, those scrolls and books are obviously rummaging!

The other side's goal is these scrolls and books?

When Itachi pondered, Sasuke who followed behind asked, "Brother, what are you thinking?".

"Sasuke, go to the kitchen to see if mom has made dinner." Itachi ordered without looking back.

"Oh."

After swallowing the last wooden fish rice ball, Sasuke stepped on the wooden floor and rushed to the kitchen.

The library was finally quiet.

Itachi took a deep breath, walked up and read the contents of the scroll and book, then sorted them out, placed them in their original positions, and put them at the end...

Itachi frowned slightly, as if one scroll was missing.

Usually, he is occasionally called here to talk by Uchiha Fuyue, so he has some vague impressions, but after all, these scrolls and books belong to his father, so he is not sure if there are any.

Please wait for Father to come back.

"Itachi, what are you doing?"

A calm voice suddenly came from outside the study, Itachi subconsciously tightened his muscles and immediately relaxed.

"Father."

Itachi turned around, and it was Uchiha Fugaku who was standing outside the study.

Itachi saw that Sasuke didn't follow, and when he was about to talk about the morning, he finally asked, "Father, the man looked at the scrolls and books after entering the study. I suspect that his goal is in it."

Uchiha Fuyue walked into the study, started to check quietly, and quickly confirmed: "There is indeed one scroll missing, and it records the art of shackles and mirrors."

Both of these are wheel-shattering illusions, which require the opening of three-hooked jade writing round-eyes to be qualified to perform, and are extremely difficult to practice, even in the police force, not many people have mastered it!

Uchiha Fuyue glanced at Itachi. A few months ago, Itachi's writing wheel suddenly evolved into three-goose jade. At that time, Uchiha Fuyue was going to give him these two illusions, but because of Zhishui's defection, the father and son were separated. The relationship was a bit estranged, so Uchiha Fuyue wanted to slow down, so he copied the two illusions on the scroll, and during the period, he also wrote a lot of his experiences and experiences on it intermittently, but he didn't expect it to be stolen in the end!

Itachi said: "Father, this is what people in the clan did!"

Uchiha Fuyue frowned: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Father, the art of shackles and the mirror world can only be performed with the writing wheel eyes of my Uchiha clan, and others have no motivation!" Itachi said.

Uchiha Fuyue was silent, but what happened to his son during this period of time appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but ponder in his heart: 'After Itachi joined Anbu, the clansmen have been targeting him, and today's incident may be really those people who pretended to be Itachi's appearance is to disgust Itachi... No, if I discovered this first, then Sasuke is the witness against Itachi! Their real purpose is to provoke our father-son relationship! ’

The more Uchiha Fuyue thought about it, the more ugly his face became.

"Father, what are you going to do with this matter?" Although Itachi was surprised by the change in his father's expression, he was more concerned about the safety of his family. This time he was only stealing things. What if he hurt Sasuke next time?

Uchiha Fuyue condensed: "I will let the police force to investigate, no matter who it is, I must find out!"

...

The night gradually darkened.

Deep in the forest of death.

The old rule, the cold wind released five white eye shadow clones to patrol and monitor the surroundings, while the main body singled out the remaining five white eye shadow clones.

clap clap clap!

clap clap clap!

After a fierce fight, the cold wind waved to stop.

While resting, Han Feng took out a small scroll from his arms, which was the one that Ochiha Uchiha, the copy-wheel eyeshadow clone, stole from Sasuke's house.

Of course, the cold wind at this time did not know that his petty theft aroused infinite associations of the Fuyue Patriarch. If he knew...you must give the Fuyue Patriarch's brain a compliment!

At this time, the night was thick, and the moonlight was also blocked by the lush foliage of the dense forest, leaving only the blurred light and shadow of spots.

The cold wind made the shadow clone get some dry wood, build a small fire, and then look at the content on the scroll by the light of the fire.

Illusion - The Art of Hanging.

Illusion - Mirror world turns.

There are only two illusions on the scroll, but the number of words is very large. Rory is sloppy, all commenting on the experience and experience of these two illusions, Han Feng looks disgusted, and then looks at these annotations with joy.

The art of shackles is to pull the opponent's spirit into the illusion world constructed by himself, and then pin his limbs with huge wedges. The opponent will not only completely lose control of his body, but also be accompanied by severe pain. Second choice!

As for the mirror, it's even more terrifying. You can directly bounce the illusion that the other party applies on you to the other party!

Theoretically speaking, even the moon reading of illusions can be rebounded by the mirror. Of course, the theory has always been full, but the reality is always skinny.

After reading this, Han Feng Shi Shi Ran threw out the collection technique.

The green light group in my mind quickly boiled and boiled, but it soon subsided, and the collection failed.

Cold wind is not angry, anyway, he is randomly throwing collections to the clansmen in the morning, and he is not afraid of waste.

Throwing another Gathering technique, still failed.

The last time, it failed.

Awesome!

The cold wind was so irritating that he wanted to throw the scrolls into the fire.

Fortunately, the five white eye shadow clones knelt down in time, rolled their eyes and asked him to take it back!

Putting the scroll back into his arms, the cold wind was almost resting, and immediately began to fight five to one.

Soft Boxing - Bagua - Sixty-Four Palms! *5

The five white eye shadow clones slapped their palms unceremoniously at the cold wind, and the ten fleshy palms were overwhelming, overwhelming, and shamelessly slapped at the cold wind's butt, face, and his big muscle tyrant!

Cold wind was frightened and angry. With the vision of the Shaker, Cold Wind captured the trajectory of their palms in time. Using the neural reflex of Wave Wind Minato, Cold Wind's figure was like a little bee wandering among the flowers, flexible and flexible. Enchantingly dodging, one or two, just as he was about to dodge the palms of the third shadow clone, Han Feng's consciousness sank, and the memory and fatigue of the ten shadow clones suddenly flooded into his mind.

The cold wind froze for a moment, and was immediately overjoyed!

When he went to the country of grass to look for Xiang Rin before, he had divided ten shadow clones and made ten routes, so that the shadow clones would bury the Thunder God Stone along the way.

More than a month has passed, and now, the shadow clones have finally completed their mission!

But the joy of the cold wind was abruptly smashed away before it could be revealed from the corner of his mouth!

Clap clap clap clap!

At this moment, the fleshy palms of the three white eye shadow clones have fallen on the cold wind one after another, forming a Chopin nocturne!

Even the two shadow avatars that escaped rushed up to make up their palms, snapping endlessly, turning a good nocturnal song into four dissimilarities!

The cold wind just lost his mind for a second, and he was slapped by these five little beasts for nearly a hundred palms!

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