Konoha's talent

Dai Tu said this, her face was a little abnormal, and her eyes flashed with shame.

He can still feel the carelessness and underestimation when Saitama dealt with him.

In fact, Saitama dealt with him as if it were playing.

This makes him feel very ashamed!

Although he is not a genius ninja like Shisui, his talent is actually not low, otherwise he wouldn't be promoted to Shangnin at this age.

But in this mission, let Tai Tu realize how ignorant and arrogant he was before.

The outside world and the strong are far bigger and more than he imagined.

Even Saitama, who is several years younger than him, has the ability to sling him.

This gave him some motivation, different from the comparison with Kakashi, now he just wants to make himself no longer so weak and weak, and can protect the people he wants to protect in battle, such as...

"Bring dirt, Kakashi!"

The two walked side by side in the corridor, and just after reaching the top of the stairs, a female voice sounded behind them.

The sound is crisp, clear and clean, with some empty inspiration.

"Lin!"

Bringing the soil back, showing a smile.

Kakashi didn't speak, looking a little cool, but still nodded to the girl in front of him.

"Are you going to attend the funeral ceremony of three generations of adults?"

Lin is holding a folder, wearing a white gown, her hair tied behind her head, forming a small tweet, which is very capable and concise.

"Yes, aren't you going, Lynn!"

Bringing the soil nodded, Lin still took good care of him during the past few days in the hospital, and came to see his recovery every day. This made me feel very happy, but gradually turned into a kind of shame.

Such care makes Tai Tu feel very useless.

"I won't go now, there are still a few patients waiting for me over there! I'll go and put flowers in the afternoon!"

Sadness flashed in Lin's eyes, aimed at the three generations that passed away.Although he doesn't have much close relationship with the three generations, he has always admired this old man.

"Well, let's go first! Go ahead!"

Tai Tu did not continue to entangle himself with his face like before, and he spoke calmly. This was a major change since the end of his mission.

"it is good!"

Lin smiled, eyes gleaming, looked at Kakashi, and finally turned to leave, heading towards a ward.

"Take the soil, it feels like you have changed a lot!"

Kakashi glanced, and found that Tai Tu had taken his gaze back from Lin's back, sending out such a feeling.

"People always need to grow, don't they, Kakashi!"

He turned around with the soil and walked downstairs, his back looked a little tall and solid.

"Ha ha…"

Kakashi shook his head and followed.

It is a good thing to bring the soil to become mature and stable. It used to be too jumpy, but now it is good.

...

When I came back that day, Jilai never appeared again.

Although he didn't say anything, Jilai was indeed one of the saddest people.

The death of three generations was too sudden for him.

He thought that with Saitama's strength, he was only temporarily trapped for three generations, but he didn't expect...

If he had known it earlier, maybe he would have left Saitama any day.

"Crunch!"

The wooden door in front of Jilaiya was pushed open, and a figure familiar to him walked in.

"Tsunade, why are you here?" Jiraiya sat cross-legged, with some wine bottles on the table in front of him.

Drinking early in the morning made Jilaiya's face a tinge of red.

"The old man's funeral is about to begin, let's go! Send him one last time!"

As soon as Tsunade came in, he smelled a scent of alcohol, frowned first, and then said to Jiraiya.

"Well, here comes it!" Jiraiya got up, grabbed a dark coat from the side, and put it on.

Tsunade also put on a black coat outside his normal clothes.

"Let's go! Go and see him!"

Jiraiya walked to Tsunade and patted her on the shoulder.

"Ok!"

The two walked side by side and walked outside, with a white ribbon tied to their left arm.

As three generations of disciples, this is their obligation.

The backs of the two looked a little lonely, and even the generous shoulders of Ji Lai became a little loose, and an unconcealable sadness appeared in his heart.

...

"Uncle Asma, why does Grandpa keep sleeping!"

Konohamaru was wearing a black costume, with a white ribbon on his arm, with doubts on his face.

He was young and under the protection of three generations, he had never seen the cruelty of the world, so he could not understand the word "death".

Since a few days ago, his grandfather has not opened his eyes and has been lying there, not talking to him, which made him a little uncomfortable and unhappy.

"Because Grandpa went to a place, it will take a long time to wake up."

Asma put her hand on Konohamaru's head, with sadness on her face.