Konoha: The seal art teacher of the ninja school

Say it again from the beginning?

When the ANBU heard this, he subconsciously took a step back and almost fell off the telegraph pole.

After finally standing firm, his heart suddenly became angry.

You put it lightly!

Do you know how much chakra and energy I spend to maintain that illusion?

Anbu roared in his heart, but quickly calmed down.

His eyes stared through the mask at Xia Yan's handsome, expectant face.

It's really impossible to tell whether this guy is playing tricks on him or not.

Could it be that he broke my illusion?

No, it is very rare for him to have such level of sealing skills at his age. There is no time to study illusions.

Does this guy like to get to the bottom of things by nature?

That's right, maybe only people with this kind of personality will delve into the obscure sealing techniques.

But even so, he had no intention of repeating that long speech again, so he said:

"I'm glad you have such an inquiring heart. We need talents like you at our root!"

"But as the saying goes, a sight is worse than a hundred hearings. Instead of just listening to me here, it is better to go directly to the roots to find out more intuitively."

After saying that, the corners of his mouth under the mask couldn't help but tilt up slightly.

Because he wasn't lying when he said that. He really had to go to the root in person to truly see the organizational culture there.

However, Xia Yan's expression gradually became suspicious: "Wait a minute, could it be that you just made it up randomly and now you can't repeat it exactly the same?"

"..."

The ANBU was silent for a moment, then saw Natsuhiko Ugo's hand starting to reach for the ninja tool bag. Thinking of Danzo-sama's instructions, he sighed quietly in his heart.

"Since you asked the question sincerely, I will say it again."

"Then first let me introduce you to the organizational culture of the root..."

…

So the ANBU continued to stand on the telephone pole and once again continued to talk to Xia Yan.

But what he didn't know was that in front of him, there was an empty courtyard of Yusheng Xiayan's house.

The three little ones of Xia Yan's family were in the barrier, listening to his amway and happily having bbq.

“Roast chicken wings, my favorite~”

While singing, No. 3 put the ingredients on the barbecue grill and used a brush to brush Yusheng's secret sauce on it from time to time.

Seeing the chicken wings, meat skewers, and sausages being grilled over the charcoal fire on the shelf, he couldn't help but swallow.

"Ah, I almost forgot to pair it with some vegetables."

So No. 3 grabbed some green onions and sprinkled them on the food.

Number 1 was sitting on the stone table nearby, dangling with his feet, grabbing a grilled chicken wing with both hands, and eating with his mouth full of oil.

"How long do you think that idiot will keep talking?" His mouth was full of food and his words were unclear.

"Of course the longer the better."

Number 2 next to him replied, then casually took a meatball from the plate on the table with a fork and put it into his mouth.

But his eyes never left the projection of a meridian model in front of him, and many changing parameters were displayed around the model.

"At least let us finish analyzing his illusion."

It didn't take long for No. 3 to bake a lot of food and put them on a plate one by one.

After finishing everything, he showed a satisfied smile and reached out to a skewer.

But it turned out to be empty.

The confused No. 3 looked along the rising plate, and then saw his own form.

I saw that Xia Yan had changed his clothes at this time, and his hair was wet. He had obviously just taken a shower.

He held the plate high and said to No. 3 angrily:

"I asked you to help me prepare dinner, but I didn't let you eat it! Look how obedient they are."

"But they also..."

No. 3 subconsciously looked at No. 1 and No. 2.

As a result, I saw two people surrounding the meridian model, studying and analyzing it seriously.

There was no food or plates on the table, and their mouths were clean.

"..."

No. 3 couldn't help but pout.

Why am I always the one who's hurt?

Xia Yan casually took a meatball and threw it into his mouth, then looked at the ANBU who was still standing on the telephone pole and giving a speech with a strange expression.

"Hasn't that guy realized that I'm just a projection at the door?"

"Who asked him to stand on the telephone pole pretending to be cool?"

Number 2 explained casually.

"Not to mention that I have been controlling the projection and repeatedly asking him for various details. If he makes a mistake, he will have to start over from the beginning."

Are you the devil?

Xia Yan complained in his heart, and then walked to the side of the three-dimensional meridian model and said:

"How's it going? Have you figured out the principle of this technique?"

"It's not that fast, but it can be seen that this technique is similar to the BGM technique that we added illusion before, except that the chakra fluctuations are smaller and harder to be discovered."

Xia Yan also nodded with lingering fear: "Yes, if the brain hadn't detected abnormal fluctuations in my chakra just now, I wouldn't have noticed that I was under an illusion."

Number 2 added: "And this technique is also of great reference significance for us to study the relationship between emotions and chakra properties."

"But what really makes this technique work is his mouth."

"I heard that Genbu will collect all kinds of people with special abilities. I didn't expect that there are even MLM talents. It's really unfathomable."

No. 1 echoed: "Yes, to be honest, I almost want to go to the roots and have a look."

No. 2 also nodded and said: "I also wonder if there was too much prejudice against Genbu in the past. Although Genbu seems to have never done anything in the original work, if Genbu really has not contributed to Konoha, the third generation of the old man will not always treat Genbu.

It remains.”

"What you said makes sense. I have been in the ninja world for so many years, and I know that I cannot hold prejudices against the characters and things that appear in the original work."

Xia Yan touched his chin and said.

"Perhaps we should give Danzo-sama a chance. If there is support from the roots, we can advance the plan faster. Do you think I am right?"

Number 1 and Number 2 nodded repeatedly: "That's right!"

"To you big-headed devils!"

Xia Yan angrily gave each of them a blow, but didn't dare to use too much force.

"I asked you to analyze his illusion. What should you do if you have been brainwashed?"

The two little ones covered their foreheads and cried out in pain, but they finally woke up.

At this time, Xia Yan thought of another thing.

"Hey, why has No. 3 been so quiet since just now?"

"Ah, he is over there."

The three of them looked around and soon saw No. 3 sneaking towards the gate.

Seeing them looking over, No. 3 showed a resolute expression, raised his short legs and rushed towards the gate at full speed.

He was also shouting: "Roots forever!!!"

Snapped!

With a snap of his fingers, No. 3 turned into a wooden ball and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground.

"No one can make me worry." Xia Yan said helplessly, holding his forehead.

Then he looked at the ANBU again and said thoughtfully:

"It seems that the effect of this technique is better than I imagined."

"Perhaps it can be used in schools to improve everyone's learning efficiency, and in factories in the future..."

So Xia Yan gave instructions:

"No. 2, continue to increase your efforts. If you don't analyze this technique to completion, you can't let him go."

Number 2 showed a sinister smile: "That's what you said. When the time comes, I won't care if he comes in."

Xia Yan smiled:

"I don't think he would be stupid enough to break into a sealing ninja's home."

…

It turned out late that night.

"Yusheng Natsuhiko!!! I——"

A hoarse and shrill voice pierced the sky above the street in the southeast corner of the village, but it soon stopped abruptly.

Xia Yan, who was sleeping, was also woken up, and then he saw foreign enemy invasion information and foreign enemy capture completion information popping up one after another on the interface.

After muttering, he fell asleep again.