A comic book journey to see the Eye of Antiquity

A comic book journey to see the Eye of Antiquity

Author: Lao Lao Xu

Introduction:

What does it mean to see the eye of historical research?

The name Jianjigu likely means "to fool the ancients with just one look".

This means that after being seen by the Eye of Knowledge once, the learned skills can easily fool the original owner.

The "Genius Eye" skill, also known as "Observation of Martial Arts," is called "Seeing the Ancients."

No matter what it is, whether it's written words, the use of weapons, various strange martial arts, or even physical constitutions, such as the genetic abilities of other races, almost anything in the world, once you've seen it with your own eyes, you can completely understand it and use it skillfully.

It is a technique that resembles a monster.

Chapter 1

"A Comic Journey Through the Eye of Ancient Wisdom" by Lao Lao Xu

What does it mean to see the eye of historical research?

The name Jianjigu likely means "to fool the ancients with just one look".

This means that after being seen by the Eye of Knowledge once, the learned skills can easily fool the original owner.

The "Genius Eye" skill, also known as "Observation of Martial Arts," is called "Seeing the Ancients."

No matter what it is, whether it's written words, the use of weapons, various strange martial arts, or even physical constitutions, such as the genetic abilities of other races, almost anything in the world, once you've seen it with your own eyes, you can completely understand it and use it skillfully.

It is a technique that resembles a monster.

0001 First Steps into the Naruto World

In a lush green forest, on a patch of grass in a clearing in the middle, a thin little boy dressed in tattered clothes lay on the ground. His eyes were closed, and it was unclear whether he had fainted or was simply asleep.

"Ho."

Just then, a heavy breathing sound came from the side, followed by a series of 'whoosh, whoosh' sounds, and a gray-blue fur wolf slowly walked out of the woods.

The wolf first looked up and glanced ahead, then cautiously circled the area from left to right. Seeing that there was no danger and the boy hadn't opened his eyes, the wolf gradually relaxed, but it wasn't too careless. Instead, it quietly and slowly approached.

"not good."

Just then, a scream suddenly rang out in the forest. A person suddenly appeared in front of the wolf and, before it could react, stabbed it with a kunai, ending its life in an instant.

"How did such a young child get here? Is he from a nearby village? But there aren't any villages for miles around."

The man muttered to himself with some doubt as he approached the boy. He first raised his hand to check the boy's breathing, then examined his eyelids, and finally concluded, "Has he fainted from hunger? It seems we have no choice but to take him back to the Fire Temple."

. . . . . .

"Uh."

With a groan of pain, Yang Lei slowly opened his eyes, cursing in annoyance, "What happened? Am I being held down by a ghost or what? My whole body aches... By the way, where the hell am I?"

Finally seeing the scenery clearly, Yang Lei was stunned. He found himself in an unfamiliar environment after waking up and couldn't understand what had happened.

"Kidnapping? Ha, I'm an orphan with no parents, I can only afford to rent the cheapest basement, and I've never had more than three thousand in my savings account. Why would anyone kidnap me?"

Yang Lei chuckled to himself and looked around at his surroundings, finally realizing that the room he was in was decorated in a Japanese style.

"Ugh?"

Looking away, Yang Lei subconsciously looked down at himself, only to be stunned again. How could a young man nearing twenty suddenly turn into a four or five-year-old child?

"Time travel? You just fall asleep and you're transported to another world? Can't you be a little more creative?"

Thinking to himself, Yang Lei suddenly fell backward, but he forgot one thing: this was a Japanese-style decoration, so he was lying on the tatami mat. His head didn't hit the pillow but hit the wooden board, and he instantly 'fell asleep' again.

What was that sound?

The door opened, and a burly man barged in. It was the same man who had saved Yang Lei's life and brought him here.

"Asma, what's wrong?"

Behind them, a monk followed in. He first looked at the little boy sleeping soundly on the tatami, then glanced at his friend, and asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong with you? Is it because of the letter from the Third Master that you're so distracted? You seem so absent-minded."

"No, I think I just heard some noises coming from inside the room," Asma explained.

At this time, Yang Lei was only four or five years old. In addition, he had fainted from hunger when he was encountered by Asma, which means that his physical condition was extremely weak. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he could be blown away by the wind.

So, although he slammed his head hard on the tatami mat, it didn't make much of a sound, so it's normal that people outside the door couldn't hear it clearly.

"Alright, this child has suffered so much, he's starving, and I don't know if it will leave any hidden dangers. Let him rest first."

The monk didn't say anything more about the previous topic. He looked at Yang Lei with a hint of pity in his eyes, sighed softly, and pulled Asma out.

. . . . . .

One day had passed since Yang Lei knocked himself unconscious on the tatami mat. In the middle of the night, he finally woke up again with a sharp pain in his stomach.

"So hungry," Yang Lei murmured, realizing that he was so weak that he couldn't even sit up. He was starving.

"Squeak."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Asma walked in again. She immediately saw those somewhat dim little eyes in the dark room and couldn't help but exclaim, "You're finally awake!"

"Japanese? Luckily, I studied it on my own for my anime world. Come to think of it, this person seems a bit familiar."

Thinking to himself, Yang Lei used the last of his strength to press on his stomach, which was throbbing with intense pain, and weakly murmured, "Food, I'm hungry."

Although Yang Lei had taught himself Japanese, he also said that it was self-taught and that he had no problem with listening, but when it came to speaking, he could only utter one word at a time.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll be right there."

Upon hearing Yang Lei's words, Asma quickly turned and ran out. A short while later, she returned with a bowl of porridge. Without using a bowl, she sat down next to Yang Lei, helped him lean against her, and began feeding him the porridge with a small spoon.

Don't underestimate this bowl of porridge; to Yang Lei, it tasted like the most exquisite delicacy in the world. Asma's gentle feeding of him touched his heart, which had been cold for so long because of his orphanhood, and his heart gradually softened.

How old are you?

Asma continued feeding him porridge while starting to talk to him.

"I don't know," Yang Lei shook his head and said, finally managing to make some sound.

To be honest, Yang Lei really doesn't know how old his body is right now.

"Don't you know?" Asma frowned, and an idea popped into his head. Either he had suffered a severe injury and lost his memory, such as a physical blow to the head, or it was psychological, perhaps he had seen scenes that a young child would not want to accept.

Finally, there's another idea: it's very possible that he was an orphan who was abandoned by his parents at a young age, which is why he doesn't know his own age.

But no matter which one it is, it must be unbearable pain for a child who looks only four or five years old.

Chapter 2

Asuma sighed inwardly and didn't ask any more questions. After a while, he spoke and introduced himself: "My name is Asuma, Sarutobi Asuma. I was the one who saved you before."

"Thank you," Yang Lei nodded gratefully, outwardly calm but inwardly shouting, "It's him! It really is him, Asuma! So, I'm in the Naruto world now? That's great!"

"You're welcome," Asuma said with a smile, shaking her head. "By the way, I'm going back to Konoha tomorrow. I wanted to ask about your plans. Do you want to come back to Konoha with me, or stay at the Fire Temple? Don't worry, the head priest here is my friend. He can take care of you."

"I want to go to Konoha Village!"

(P.S.: To ensure everyone enjoys reading, I'll only briefly mention the language aspect, and there won't be any more obstacles in the future. Please don't worry about it; I mainly just don't want too many unnecessary words to be included... New book, please add to your favorites! Flowers! Rewards!!!)

0002 He is my son

Perhaps for many people, the Naruto world is a cruel world full of danger.

But for Yang Lei, who already had nothing, being able to come to the world of anime was already a great blessing, and he would have no regrets even if he died here.

"It's better than starving to death on the streets someday," Yang Lei thought to himself with a self-deprecating laugh. Asma gently laid him down, Yang Lei drifted off to sleep with a relaxed smile on his face.

. . . . . .

The next morning, a jolt woke Yang Lei from his sweet dream. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a young Asma standing before him. At this time, he did not have a beard and was surprisingly handsome. It was precisely because of this that Yang Lei did not dare to believe that it was really him the night before.

"Good morning, Uncle Asma," Yang Lei greeted Asma with a smile, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

It wasn't that he was pretending to be young or anything; Yang Lei was very grateful to his savior and for his gentle attitude last night, and a sense of closeness naturally arose within him.

"Uncle?"

Asma was taken aback, then found it both funny and exasperating. Pointing to himself, he snorted irritably, "I'm not some old man, I'm only twenty years old this year."

Yang Lei blinked and asked, "Then should I call you Brother Asma?"

"Uh," Asma hesitated again, looking at Yang Lei who looked only four or five years old, and decided to give up. He waved his hand and said, "Never mind, I'll just call him Uncle."

He thought that if he were really called "big brother" by a four or five-year-old kid, wouldn't he be even more embarrassed?

“Okay,” Yang Lei shrugged helplessly, making a gesture that suggested he was old enough to be in charge, which amused Asma.

"Alright, stop fooling around. Let's finish breakfast and we should set off soon," Asma said, pointing to a set of clothes next to Yang Lei. "These clothes were borrowed from a nearby village. I don't know if they'll fit. Go wash up and change in the back."

“Okay,” Yang Lei nodded obediently, picked up his clothes and went out the back door. After looking around the backyard, his face darkened. In the middle of the yard, there were only a few large wooden tubs. How was he supposed to wash himself, being so small? Wouldn’t he drown? That would be too suffocating!

It wasn't that Yang Lei couldn't swim, but rather that he was too small and weak. He couldn't even climb out of the water, let alone tread on it.

Fortunately, Asma was kind enough to understand his predicament and soon came out. With a somewhat sullen face, she picked him up and put him in the large wooden tub, then helped him wash up.

"Seriously, how come a 20-year-old guy like me has to bathe a child? What's going on?" Asma complained resentfully as he scrubbed Yang Lei's back, though he didn't really mean it; he was just saying it casually.

"Hehe, thank you, Uncle Asma," Yang Lei quickly said, making Asma's already not-so-bad expression even better.

Yang Lei was still too young. After a quick wash, he came out of the wooden tub, not caring that the birds were still sticking out. With Asma's help, he put on the new clothes and a pair of little shoes, and he actually looked somewhat like a human being.

He looked like a normal person before, but this was a compliment. After washing off the mud and changing into new clothes, Yang Lei's appearance was starting to show signs of becoming an extremely handsome man.

There's a saying that girls can be born beauties, but are there also boys who can be born handsome?

"You're not bad looking, kid. Although you're not quite as good-looking as me, you probably won't be anything special when you grow up," Asma said with a smile, whether it was a compliment or a dig, she rubbed Yang Lei's wet head with her hand, making his soft, short, messy hair into a tangled mess, before leading the disgruntled Yang Lei out.

When the two returned from the backyard, they found that the head priest of the Fire Temple was already waiting in the house. The dining table and breakfast were already prepared and waiting for them.

"Come and eat!" the abbot said with a smile, lifting the lids from the food and letting the fragrant aroma waft out, filling Yang Lei's nose and causing him a torrent of damage.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it's just a simple meal; to Yang Lei, even without eating it, he could tell that it was a delicacy, because it contained the kindness of Asma and the abbot towards him, something he rarely experienced in his previous life.

It's not that he didn't encounter good people in his past life; if he hadn't had the help of good people, he probably would have died young.

However, there were simply too many people in need of help. So, although he received assistance from kind-hearted people, he had never felt kindness so closely before. In addition, his orphan background made Yang Lei feel inferior, so he subconsciously developed a hard shell to protect himself from everyone. As a result, he only became more and more lonely, and in the end, he no longer knew how to get along with people.

Now, Asuma's easygoing and gentle personality made him feel relaxed, and the abbot's eyes full of pity made him feel no hostility. In addition, this was a two-dimensional world, not the world he originally came from. Even though he was an orphan, he no longer felt inferior. That's why he was able to chat and laugh with Asuma before.

Yang Lei enjoyed the modest breakfast, even feeling reluctant to put down his chopsticks. Unfortunately, his stomach was too small, and he was so full that he was about to burst. He had no choice but to reluctantly put down his chopsticks amidst the amusing advice of Asma and the abbot.

"Alright, we've finished eating. It's time for us to leave. Goodbye, Earth Continent."

After breakfast, Asma bid farewell to the abbot. The two of them set off without any luggage, with Asma carrying Yang Lei on his back.

At this time, Asuma had already earned the title of elite Chunin. Although his true strength was unknown, he was still very fast in terms of speed. He arrived at the gate of Konoha Village with Yang Lei on his back in just three days at dusk.

This is only because Yang Lei's health had to be taken into account; otherwise, it could have been even faster. If we had added traveling at night, it would have only taken a day and half a night to get there.

Who goes there?

At the gate of Konoha Village, two guards dressed in Konoha's standard ninja uniforms, with Konoha headbands tied on their foreheads and fan-shaped clan emblems hanging on their backs, stepped forward and shouted at Asuma and Yang Lei.

“I am Sarutobi Asuma,” Asuma frowned, his tone turning slightly cold. He took out a letter from inside his clothes and handed it over, saying, “This is a letter from the Third Hokage asking me to come back.”

A guard quickly glanced through the letter, nodded, and confirmed its authenticity. However, there was still one thing to confirm: Yang Lei's identity. He pointed at Yang Lei and asked, "Your identity is confirmed, but the letter only says to bring you back alone. Who is he?"

"He's my son, is there a problem?"

0003 The Infinite System Begins

"Son?"

Yang Lei's face turned black, but someone else's face was even blacker.

You mean your son?

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, had a dark expression on his face. Looking at his long-unseen son, Asuma Sarutobi, he raised his hand and pointed at Yang Lei, asking, "What's going on? How come I didn't know you had a son?"

Chapter 3

“I want to take care of my adopted son until he is fifteen,” Asma said calmly.

This wasn't a sudden idea, but a plan made on the way. Yang Lei was still young, and his temperament was compatible with his, so he wanted to take care of him for a few more years and didn't want him to live independently so early.

"Let's not."

Yang Lei, standing to the side, suddenly shivered. Although he liked the feeling of being cared for, he still felt very uncomfortable having a father to look after him. After all, he had lived alone for the past twenty years and was used to living alone.