Konoha, reported by the Fourth Hokage at the start.

Chapter 518 A Night of Terror for the Three Generations

night.

The third generation of the white female dog walked to the entrance of the Sarutobi clan in a daze. When he saw the familiar gate, the dazed look in the third generation dog's eyes cleared up, and he remembered that there was a wife and children at home.

The third generation believed that even though he had now turned into a dog, his wife would still recognize him.

The third generation, scurrying towards the gate like dogs, shuffled along.

Since it was nighttime, the main gate was naturally closed.

Just as the third generation was preparing to have its lackeys scratch at the door, a figure suddenly appeared beside it, and the third generation did not react at all.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from, daring to run wild here!"

A Sarutobi clan ninja appeared out of nowhere and kicked the Third Hokage, who was about to kick down the door, flying away.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The third generation of white dogs slammed onto the ground three times before finally stopping.

puff!

Before he could stand up again, a mouthful of blood spurted from the dog's mouth. Feeling the shattered heart and bones inside his body, the third generation thought it would be better to die like this.

However, a warm current suddenly spread from within the body, and the shattered heart and bones were instantly restored to their original state.

Huff... The third generation got up, baring its teeth and looking resentful.

He couldn't die even if he wanted to, because Li Yao had already left a healing chakra inside his dog body.

"Huh... he's not dead?"

The Sarutobi clan ninja who kicked the Third Hokage away showed a hint of surprise on his face when he saw that the Third Hokage could still stand up.

He used all his strength just now, aiming to kill the wild dog, but it didn't die.

"Is the Sarutobi clan now so incapable of even killing a stray dog?"

Thinking of the predicament his clan was facing, and seeing that he couldn't even kill a dog, this Sarutobi clan ninja couldn't help but feel sorrow.

Hearing this, the third generation felt a surge of grief and indignation.

Then the third generation seemed to realize something, and walked towards the family's junior again, stopping ten meters away, and then scratching words on the ground with its paws.

Although he was unable to speak, he believed that he could still write well enough.

"???"

The Sarutobi clan ninja stared at the wild dog pawing at the ground not far away, his mind filled with questions.

"..."

Looking at the words he had finally written, the third generation was filled with questions.

This is clearly not what he expected!

He... ptooey, for some reason, this dog's legs couldn't be controlled in sync with his thoughts, which prevented him from writing something to remind his family's younger generation, Li Yao.

"It must be the internal restriction left by Li Yao that is affecting this dog body."

With that thought, the third generation turned and left, no longer lingering in front of the family gate.

"I'm so hungry!"

"I'm so hungry!"

As he walked, the third generation felt a sudden hunger pang in his stomach. He wanted to eat something, so he went along the street to look for something to eat.

Of course, as the Third Hokage, a hero of the ninja world, he certainly wouldn't eat someone else's leftovers.

He's a dog who cares about his reputation; how could he eat that kind of stuff?

The third generation set their sights on a steamed bun in the hand of a three-year-old child.

He parked on the side of the street, feigning listlessness, which he actually did, to mislead the little girl and her mother.

As the girl approached, taking advantage of her inattention, the Third Generation decisively attacked, leaping... Huh? Why is this different from what I expected?

Pfft!

The third-generation white dog leaped onto the three-year-old girl's lap, but failed to reach the steamed bun in her hand.

"It's over!"

A mournful cry flashed through the mind of the third generation.

The original plan was that after he bit into the steamed bun, even if he only licked it, the little girl's mother would make her throw it away so that he could eat human food.

But for some reason, his hind legs suddenly went weak, and he didn't leap up to lick the steamed bun in the little girl's hand.

So, here are the consequences.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from!"

The moment he heard the familiar voice again, a sharp pain exploded in his kidneys, and in an instant, his body flew uncontrollably toward the wall on the side of the street.

Snapped!

bump!

The third generation of the white dog fell off the wall. Watching the little girl and her mother leave angrily, the third generation was overcome with grief and anger.

"Hooray! (That damn Li Yao!)"

"Roar..."

"roll!"

"Waaaaah..."

The berserk third generation suddenly lowered its head, tucked its tail between its legs, and ran away.

Along the way, the third generation looked at the oden on the cart and drooled. Several times he rushed up to try to get a bite, but each time he was about to succeed when his legs gave out and he returned empty-handed, only to be kicked away by someone.

After a few times, the third generation finally realized what was happening.

It wasn't that he was incapable, but rather that the restriction left by Li Yao seemed to prevent him from eating.

"Does Li Yao want me to starve to death?"

The third generation thought about it, but quickly shook his head. He understood Li Yao and knew that Li Yao would not let him die easily. At most, he would just let him experience the feeling of starving to death.

Thinking of this, the third generation stopped looking for food. He came to a small alley, lay down under some discarded tree ladders, and prepared to starve to death there.

"I'm so hungry!"

"I'm so hungry!"

His body kept sending out hungry signals, urging him to find food. He resisted with his strong will, but this resistance was very mentally taxing, and soon he was in a daze.

In a daze, the third generation seemed to see several dogs walking towards him.

At first, he didn't pay attention.

The third generation suddenly woke up when one of the big spotted dogs climbed on top of him and rubbed him with something he didn't know.

He suddenly remembered that his current body was that of a white female dog.

In an instant, the Third Generation immediately understood what the big spotted dog riding on his back was doing and what it wanted to do to him. A scene he had seen before even flashed through his mind.

That was a scene of two shameless dogs openly wrestling in broad daylight.

bump!

The third generation used all its strength to spring up, flipping the large male dog off it. Its four legs seemed to have wheels of fire, and it ran out of the alley.

"Roar!"

The big male dog was naturally not satisfied with the cannon it had gotten... The dog ran away, and the big male dog immediately chased after it.

The big male dog gave up after chasing for only a short while.

I don't know why this cannon dog is running so fast. It's supposed to be a happy thing, so why is it running away?

Shaking its head, the male dog returned to its kennel.

On the other side, the third generation ran until he collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to run any further.

After a while, the third generation realized that he had run into a small alley again, and he immediately looked around warily with his dog eyes.

Whew… The third-generation dog breathed a sigh of relief, not seeing any other dogs.

He was genuinely terrified. He couldn't believe he was wrestling with a large male dog. Just thinking about it made him so fearful he wanted to die.

"fine!"

"Thank goodness we escaped unscathed!"

The third generation was lying on the east corner of the alley, feeling relieved, when he didn't notice that a large black dog was fast asleep in a corner to his left and behind him.

Silent all night.

As the sun rises, all things awaken.

The big black dog Danzo woke up full of energy. He had a tough time being chased yesterday, but he slept very well last night.

Now that he felt better, Danzo was thinking about the dog tug-of-war again.

(End of this chapter)