The Senju remnants of the Uchiha clan

Chapter 59: White Bird Team is established!
"Why hasn't Shiratori come out yet? Has she been talking to Hokage-sama for so long?"

"Damn it! It's so uncomfortable to wait for trial."

"Hongdou, who do you think is the most likely among us?"

"It should be Hayate. After all, apart from that monster Shiratori, Hayate is the strongest in our class. There is also Hinata Chinatsu."

"Ahem. Shiratori knows me. My health is not good, so he probably won't choose me."

"Why are you so resistant? Shiratori's strength is obvious to all. Even if he becomes our leader, we can accept it."

"This is not a question of strength, it's embarrassing! Do you understand? We are classmates who spend every day together in the same class, but now we may become his subordinates. And Iruka, don't pretend to be relaxed. If you didn't have the same concerns, would you come here with us today and wait?"

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Outside the Hokage Building, a few young guys who had just graduated from the Ninja School were hiding in the corner and whispering. Their sneaky behavior attracted the attention of the ninjas on guard.

Now that the Ninja World War has broken out, there is a shortage of manpower, and Konoha has not had time to appoint a leader to lead these little guys.

It is unknown where the news came from, saying that the youngest jonin in Konoha's history, Uchiha Shiratori, is about to form his own team, and the team members will be selected from his classmates because they are more familiar with each other.
The little guys were all stunned - familiar? Familiar what? That monster White Bird graduated two years ago! And in the eyes of such a genius, can these rubbish who "just" graduated at the age of nine really be considered the same kind? Will they think they are just a bunch of stupid pigs walking upright?
"Could it be that we are overthinking it? The Hokage summoned Shiratori to discuss something else, not to become the leading jonin?"

"No, it's about leading a jonin."

"How do you know? Wow! White Bird!"

The sudden appearance of the white bird scared them so much that no one noticed when this guy came behind them.

"Everyone is here today. I heard that you want to become my subordinates?"

A group of people took two steps back in unison, "I don't have it, I'm not you, don't talk nonsense."
Seeing everyone's reactions, Shiratori suddenly chuckled with ill intent: "Gatelight Hayate, Kamijutsuki Izumo, and Umino Iruka!"

The three people who were called out looked ashen, especially Moonlight Gale, who felt that his condition had suddenly worsened.
"You three are not my subordinates. Well, neither are the others."

The three people were resurrected on the spot, and I had the urge to curse!

"White Bird, you bastard."

"Is it fun? Is it fun to play tricks on others?"

"I heard from my seniors who graduated that all jonins have bad personalities, and now I believe it! I even doubt whether 'bad personality' is one of the conditions for promotion to jonin!"

Faced with the indignation of his friends, Shiratori decisively chose to slip away - in fact, if you think about it, a Jonin who is less than ten years old leads three subordinates who are also less than ten years old. Isn't this a typical cannon fodder!
Of course, the actual situation isn’t much better.

Shiratori just received the ninja information from the Sandaime, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pink Patrick Star
"Boss White Bird, good afternoon!"
On the training ground.

Three adults, Might Dai, Haruno Zhao, and Ikura Meibuki, stood in a row and shouted hello to a minor.

Their mood was very strange.

Little did he know that the white bird was in an even weirder mood.

Kai's father, Ying's father, and the suspected Ying's mother
You say it's strong, two mediocre Chuunin who got promoted by seniority plus a ten thousand year old Genin;
You say they are weak, but Mebuki is barely a medical ninja, and Might Dai can't kill Six Paths Madara even if he opens the Eighth Gate, but it's not a problem to drag one of the Five Kage to death together
This combination is actually the third generation's care for Shiratori!
In theory, a newly promoted jonin would only be assigned three rookie genin when leading a team, but considering Shiratori's age, the Sandaime showed mercy and gave him two chunins!
Shouldn't they be grateful? Shouldn't they resolutely throw themselves into the arms of the village (higher levels)? At that time, Shiratori read these words from the Sandaime's face.

He was very touched.

very touched.

So I made a silent resolution in my heart that if we fight in the future, I will be gentler.

The Third Generation Who Best Protects Konoha

"Ahem..." Shiratori smiled, "Good afternoon, everyone! I don't think I need to introduce myself. I'm honored to be your captain. Please take care of me in the future."

"Yes! Boss Shiratori!"

No, what's the déjà vu of your underworld gang? Shiratori shook his head, deleted some messy images from his mind, and then touched his lower back - there was a string of bells.

He thought about it, then pulled his hand back as if nothing had happened.
Not to mention whether we are all adults and need to play this kind of game to enhance our relationship, and Zhao and Meibuki will definitely not be able to get it.

Matt Day
Shiratori was really afraid that this uncle would have too much fun and start praising youth, so he opened the eighth gate of the Eight Gates and sent him away.
It is said that Might Guy's Eighth Gate was reserved for Kakashi, so it is reasonable for Might Guy to leave the Eighth Gate of Burning Youth to his team leader, right?

"Well, everyone hasn't had lunch yet, right? Are you hungry?"

After much thought, Shiratori decided to learn from his captain Aburame Shiwei - when in doubt, eat first!
So a few people went straight to the barbecue restaurant across the street from Shiratori's noodle restaurant.

Feng Yue, who was soliciting customers at the door, was almost furious!

You little bastard, just wait for me! Next time I come back, I will definitely not just kick you once!
The sun is setting and we have had enough food and drink.

Shiratori dragged Zhao and Meibuki, who had a conflicted look on their faces, and walked into a photo studio with Might Dai.

"Boss, take a picture."

"Okay! What do you want to take pictures of?"

"It's one of those ninja team pictures."

"Got it! Come, kid, stand in front."

The boss was stunned because he saw the young man walk directly to the back and signaled his three subordinates to squat in front.
Might Dai squatted in the middle with a nonchalant look on his face, even a little excited, but Zhao and Yabuki on both sides were somewhat reluctant -

Mainly because it’s so embarrassing!

"Boss, we can start now." Shiratori placed his hands on Zhaohe Meibuki's head and said to the boss who was still in a daze.

"Ah? Ah! Okay, okay!"

Click——click——

"Boss Shiratori" Haruno Zhao turned around and looked at Shiratori, "Should it be okay now?"

"Ah."

"So your hands"

Shiratori's hand was still on Haruno Zhao's head, with no intention of taking it away.

"Don't worry, there is one last activity. Boss, can you lend me a pair of scissors? Thank you."

Wait! What are you doing?!

Haruno Zhaodon felt something was wrong and wanted to escape, but he couldn't break free from Shiratori's strength!
Being pinned down by Bai Niao, he could only watch in despair as the boss handed him a pair of scissors.
"Brother Zhao." Bai Niao said earnestly, "Your hairstyle is too ironic on the battlefield. I couldn't control it before, but now I am your captain. I am responsible for your life and the lives of the other members of the team."

“No! This is art.”

"I haven't heard of it. Pink Patrick is not art. Exploding Patrick is art. You two help me hold him down."

Shiratori began to call for help while speaking in incomprehensible words.

Yachui rushed up and made a sliding tackle, followed by a chokehold!
She has endured this hairstyle for a long time!

Might Dai tied poor Haruno Zhao to the ground like an octopus...

"No - help - you are desecrating art -"

Haruno Zhao's screams could be heard throughout the streets.
(End of this chapter)