Konoha's talent

"Oh!" Konohamaru nodded, seemingly understanding, and at the same time he saw the grandma standing by.

Sarutobi Lake Biba's eyes were a little red and swollen. She told Konohamaru that the wind in the village had been a bit strong recently, so she was lost.

Konohamaru didn't understand these very well, but he still gave his own goggles to his grandma, which was a birthday present his grandfather bought him before.

"Master Naruto!"

Asma patted Konoha Maru and asked him to go to Lake Biba, while he came to the water gate.

"Asma, sorrow!" Water Gate nodded, his eyes also sad.

"understand!"

"Let's go there first, others will be here soon!"

Watergate said to Asma that as the fourth generation of Hokage, the funeral of the third generation was presided over by him, so he had to arrive earlier than the others.

"Okay!" Asma nodded slightly, leaping over the water gate, and saw the ninjas of Konoha Village who were coming one after another.

...

Soon, after another period of time, the people who should have come have already arrived, and the funeral ceremonies for the three generations have begun one after another.

Watergate stood in front of the coffin of the third generation, staring around.

Hyuga Hisaka of the Hyuga family, Fudake Uchiha of the Uchiha family, Luku, Uiichi, and Dingza of the Inotochi family, Yuozushiwei of the Yuno family, Inuzuka jaws of the Inuzuka family, and other large and small The representative of the ninja family...

Of course, there are many civilian-born ninjas, as well as ordinary Konoha residents.

They all came to cherish the memory of three generations. An old man who has dedicated his life to the village, even if there is something wrong, is an ancestor they will always admire.

All of them are wearing dark black clothes with sad faces, some are even crying...

"Today we all gather here..."

Watergate started a speech, which is a necessary form and an opportunity to gather the strength of the village.

As time passed, Watergate's speech ended, and it was time to present flowers to the three generations.

Asma was the first to offer flowers. As the son of three generations, he was also the closest person to the three generations. He was qualified to be the first.

Immediately afterwards, there is Watergate.

The coffin has been sunk underground, and a huge tombstone has been erected, which records the achievements of the three generations in this lifetime.

There was a photo posted on it, black and white, and the three generations in the photo were still laughing, looking very energetic, that kind of smile, with comfort and pride, seemed to be extremely proud to see this village so prosperous.

"Three generations of adults, I will guard the village, please rest in peace! As for Uchiha, Saitama and Akatsuki, I will also destroy them and prevent them from destroying the rare peace of the village!"

Watergate's tone was heavy, as if he was taking an oath, and as if making some major decision.

After speaking, he placed the white flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, and Watergate turned and left.

This change made him understand something and gave him motivation to make up his mind.

And immediately behind him were Jiraiya and Tsunade.

"Old man, I didn't expect the parting to be so sudden. Don't worry, I will be here next, I will give you an explanation!"

Jilaiya's tone was a little frivolous, with a smile on his face that he didn't know what it meant, but the momentum of his whole body was very condensed and depressed.

"Old man, it won't be too long!" Tsunade stood beside Jiraiya, his fists tightly squeezed.

She knew that if it wasn't for herself that day, Ji Lai would definitely choose to continue fighting.

And if she chose to support three generations at the time, there might be room for recovery in this matter.

It is of no use to say this now, but Tsunade knows that he must make a change, otherwise he will always be the one who is dragging his feet.

Putting down the flowers, Jiraiya and Tsunade turned and left.

Later, a few people came up again...

...

"Okay, it's done!"

Saitama stared at the coffin in front of him, put his hands together, and watched it slowly sink into the ground.

This is a three-generation filthy soil body, originally in the battle, he also took some blood to stop water, but before the filthy soil actually failed.

Obviously, Shishui unexpectedly survived.

"This infinite chakra body, coupled with three generations of the proficient five-attribute escape technique, can be said to be a huge killer!"

Saitama was satisfied, his tongue was about to lick around his lips, but his mind flashed and stopped.

After spending a long time with Oshemaru, he subconsciously imitated Oshemaru.

"Unexpectedly, the old man was smart all his life, but he was finally planted in your hands..."

The expression on Da She Wan's face was very strange, an indescribable smell.

Three generations have a very high status in his heart. Early bereavements, three generations and Jilaiya and others, are the ones who fill the void in his heart.

Three generations were killed by Saitama. He said in his heart that it was impossible without any thoughts.

But for some reason, Da She Wan is not very concerned about life and death.

Life and death are not two things that are well defined.

Some people say that a person will die twice, once life ends, and once forgotten.

But in the Ninja Realm, especially in the hands of people like Oshe Maru, life and death are just a toy that can be manipulated.

"It's over here, and I'm ready to go back. Do you need me to help you?"

Saitama finished cleaning up the dirty soil for three generations, and said to Osamaru who was leaning on one side.

Separated from Ji Laiya and the others, it took a while to rush to the base in Osamaru, which is located in the country of Kawa.

"Nothing to help, everything is normal."

Oshemaru held his hands, the expression on his face did not change, still the strange smiling face, looking at Saitama.

"Is there any impression of the last letter?"

Thinking of something, Oshemaru asked Saitama.