The strongest support for the fourth generation

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How many memories will a Jonin or even a Kage-level expert have about Ninja School?

I think this probably varies from person to person.

Just like the Sandaime, Konoha Shiroga's splendid life and countless magnificent memories have probably obscured those lush years... However, for Shinyu and Minato, this is a place they will never forget in this life.

Whether he was the lifeless young man who focused on hugging his thigh, or the young man with blond hair and even his breath smelled like sunshine, this is the place where dreams begin...

A familiar classroom. Zhenyong had dozed off here more than once because of his hard training last night.

The familiar apricot tree was here where Zhenyong met the eagle for the first time.

The familiar courtyard wall, where the young man with white hair and an unscrupulous boss accepted him as his disciple, has since embarked on the path of a true ninja...

There are so many things that need to be recalled and can be used to express emotion...

So...so...

"Huh... the world is so wonderful, but I am so irritable, this is not good... not good..."

Zhenyong tried his best to suppress the throbbing veins on his forehead - although he had long known that according to his and Minato's current status, it was probably impossible to directly visit little Kakashi and the others, but he had really forgotten that the original work

How did the Sandaime come to visit Naruto and his party...

Behind the blackboard is a secret compartment - and as the leader of Konoha's roots, Zhenyong can only endure the heat of early spring and the noise of children chirping, peeking at his target through a small hole

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This is simply torture!!!

Where is Jiraiya-sensei!? Where is the old man Sandaime!?

Hurry up and hand over your telescope skills!!!

Although he was roaring crazily in his heart, Zhenyong, who had cultivated Qi cultivation skills for many years, did not show any displeasure on his expression...

The premise is that there are outsiders here...but now only Minato is around, in this case...

"Damn it! If I had known that I would be punished like this, why not tell the school directly that we are here to inspect!"

"Uh... bear with me." Compared to Zhenyu's arrogance, Minato is obviously more open-minded... Of course, this is probably related to the fact that he is about to become a teacher - although Zhenyu has been teaching Xiaoyue Ginjutsu and blood stains in recent years.

Training, but this kind of guidance tends to be more private and secret, and the relationship between master and apprentice is somewhat different. "Theoretically, the graduates of Konoha are randomly assigned, because Sakumo-sensei and I have

As you wish, the Third Generation has already made arrangements... You also know that this is theoretically against the rules. If you show up now..."

"..." Regarding Minato's worries, Zhenyong could only give him a helpless look - he has not yet entered the center of power in Konoha, so he doesn't understand these things at all... just like the "Iroka" of every generation.

"Butterfly", and it seems to be the class division of children from other big families in the original work. Basically, each class is a combination of one scout, one main station, and one ninjutsu, except of course Naruto's class... You said it was a random draw.

!? I believe it when you say it!? Therefore, these so-called random ninjas are just for civilians, and their leading teachers are usually just chuunin... those with potential or background

Miaozi had been gathered together a long time ago...so there was no need for Minato to worry.

"Okay, okay, what should I say, are you just looking at it like this today!?"

"Hehe, of course not~"

Minato showed a rare sly smile, and the morning class was finally over. In the afternoon, there will be the most important practical training...

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"Everyone, please come here to gather!"

As a member of the crowd, Kimura was very nervous today, because two of his former students would sneak into his class and conduct some tests that only big shots could participate in... Although he tried to keep his calm voice, it was just that his voice was slightly trembling.

The voice is really unconvincing... Fortunately, for these brats, the most they think is that their teacher is unwell today.

"This afternoon's class is a practical exercise." He clapped his hands and asked everyone to focus on it. "Considering that everyone is this year's graduates, today's test will be a little special."

Kimura distributed the white masks one by one. Although they were not as elaborate as the ANBU equipment, it was still difficult to distinguish each person's identity with these masks.

What is this going to do?

Among the crowd, the young Kakashi has been equipped with his unique prop - the mask. He is more mature than his peers and can vaguely smell an unusual smell - if only

For ordinary practical courses, there is no need for the school to be like this - being unable to distinguish one's identity means that one must fight independently. In other words, to a large extent, this is a consideration of personal combat power, no, or...

"What?" Compared to Obito in the original work, his parents were lucky enough to escape the night of genocide. There is not much difference between him and that time. Although, without a comparison object, he is no longer regarded as he was then.

I think I'm a loser, but my optimism...or naivety has not changed at all. "It's like playing a game, but it doesn't look like a ninja."

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"Okay, if everyone is ready, come with me. Our goal today is...the fourth training ground, the Forest of Death."

The children all put on masks, but they were deeply shocked by the words "Forest of Death" and didn't realize...not even Kakashi. Two figures that never existed had quietly joined their queue.

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