Konoha Qiweiju

The evening breeze was bleak.

If you really cultivate, you will feel a bit depressed, and even the surrounding temperature seems to have dropped a bit.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded gently.

In fact, he also has this idea.

Moreover, he has finalized this idea and named it the assassination tactical special unit, or the Anbu for short.

Fei Jian just didn't expect that a teenager like Zhen Xiu would actually have the same idea as himself.

At this moment, I was even more sure that true cultivation is not as simple as it seems.

A fifteen-year-old boy has such a vision, which has shown that he is a genius.

Fei Jian began to rejoice that he was here today.

"I understand, you continue."

"The third is a medical ninja..."

"Medical Ninja?"

He didn't finish his words, and was interrupted again.

I saw him frowning his thin silver eyebrows, very puzzled.

"What is a medical ninja? A ninja engaged in treatment?"

Zhenxiu was stunned when he heard the words, and only then did he think that there is no medical ninja in this era.

The so-called medical ninja is actually a concept developed by the later Tsuna.

But the medical ninjutsu was not unique to Tsunade.

Not to mention, Qianshou Zhujian possesses very powerful medical capabilities.

There is also a lot of research on medical ninjutsu.

"Yes, they are ninjas who specialize in medical treatment. Medical ninjas are very much in demand, whether in war years or in peace times. War years can effectively improve the survival rate of the team, and in peace times, Konoha hospital can be opened for treatment. Injured ninjas and civilians.

With the medical ninja, the life span of all people can be greatly increased.In the war years, the average life expectancy was less than 30, but in the peace era, with medical ninjas, it is not impossible that the average life expectancy will become 60, 70 or even 90."

Fearing frowned, he thought for a while and said, "This requires a lot of resources."

"Big brother, this thing will be done sooner or later. Doing it early represents an advantage. Think about it, a ninja who is seriously injured and dying can survive only with the help of a medical ninja, and it will take one or two months of training. Re-enter the battlefield. And if this endures to death, how many resources are needed to cultivate another one?"

The words of true cultivation made Feijian's heart move.

"You are right, this thing is really necessary."

Medical ninjas are the logistical support for all ninjas.

At this time, Zhenxiu proposed this concept, also for Konoha's better development.

Jian Jian nodded, motioning Zhenxiu to continue.

"As for the last ninja classification, it is cooking ninja."

Looking at Zhenxiu in the door, he showed a hint of suspiciousness.

Cooking ninja?

Listening to this name, you can understand what it means.

The medical ninja can understand that it is indeed good for Konoha's development.

But what the hell is this cooking ninja?

"Zhen Xiu Xiaogui, you so-called cooking ninja, are you like you?"

"Hehe, Brother Jianjian is really smart, yes, I am a ninja!"

"True kid, what you said earlier is pretty good, is this cooking ninja used to make up the number?"

"Brother Feijian, how can this be used to make up the number? Listen to me, this cooking ninja is very necessary."

"Really? Come and listen."

"Look, my cooking is good, right?"

Nodding between the heads.

"Does good cooking make the ninja happy? A happy mood can improve work efficiency, and the completion of this task will not be high. Moreover, cooking ninjas can also be carefully matched with nutrition, so that the ninja can replenish energy in time, comparable to soldiers The grain pills are much stronger."

At this time, he shook his head.

"True kid, the existence of ninjas is extravagant for ninjas. This kind of enjoyment is impossible if there is no way to guarantee their lives. For ninjas, not going hungry is a blessing, and Bingliangwan is Heaven, as for the enjoyment of taste, ha ha."

Sneered in the door.

He, a strong man who came out of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, is actually quite disdainful of the so-called enjoyment.

This kind of thing is only qualified to mention it when it is peaceful.

As for the ninja profession, his head is tied to the waistband.

If you are in the village, enjoyment is no problem, but if you leave the village and perform tasks, this enjoyment is a reminder.

It is not allowed in the door, a ninja who is of little use and not much combat ability appears in the task team.

This is also irresponsible to other ninjas.

Zhenxiu was said to be a little guilty, but he still insisted on self-diagnosis: "Brother Feijian, cooking a ninja doesn't have to be a mission. You can be in charge of logistics in the village."

"The boss in the restaurant can't do it, why bother to spend resources to train ninjas?"

"but……"

Zhenxiu wanted to say something, but he got up directly.

"True kid, unless you can prove to me the meaning of cooking ninja, otherwise I will not agree to this request."

Really cultivating hearing words, speechless for a time.

Does the cooking ninja exist?

Have no idea.

Unless this cooking can give the ninja an increase in a realistic sense, otherwise, it does not seem to make much sense.

Feijian glanced at Zhenxiu meaningfully and said, "Zhenxiu kid, your abilities are not simple, but being a chef is a bit wasteful for you. You can think about it again. Becoming a ninja is not A bad thing."

Zhenxiu shook his head, and rejected the kindness of the intercourse.

His dream is only a chef, and he can only be a chef.

That is the meaning of his existence.

If it weren't for this obsession, I'm afraid the food system would not bind him.

Seeing that Zhenxiu was so decisive, he stopped persuading him, only left a word, and left.

"True kid, since you admire cooking ninja so much, let me see its meaning and prove the meaning of your existence."

This sentence caused Zhen Xiu to fall into contemplation.

In this age of war, is becoming a chef really capricious?

Zhenxiu has considered this issue.

Because there was an old man who asked him similar questions.

That was his father, Whirlpool.

But now, this question once again appeared before Zhen Xiu's eyes.

Do you fight for your dreams or bow your heads for reality?

I am really lost.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when the sun rose again, the sunlight cast on Zhen Xiu's face.

The dappled sunlight reflected on Zhenxiu's red hair.

The perplexed color in the golden eyes gradually dissipated, and the brilliance was restored.

"Fight for dreams in peace times, and bloody things in war times. But no matter what, I am a cooking ninja! Even in battle, I must use the way of cooking ninjas! I, Uzumaki Shinshu, never give up The dream of becoming the God of Cookery!"