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Chapter 15

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"Actually, it's just that Danzo's philosophy is different from Uncle Sarutobi's, but he's still very strong. You can rest assured about that."

Tsunade thought that Akabane was disappointed and afraid, so she tried to comfort him.

In fact, her main purpose today was to talk about this matter, but she didn't know that Akabane wasn't worried about his sensei at all.

If he had a good sensei, he wouldn't be too strict with him, and that would be perfect.

However, his sensei was Shimura Danzo, and Akabane could already imagine how miserable his future would be.

"Forget it, Danzo is Danzo. This isn't something I can decide."

Akabane sighed and said to Tsunade.

Shimura Danzo wasn't as perverted as an old man when he was young, and now that he didn't have so many eyes on his hands, he was at least a normal person.

"It's good that you're mentally prepared. Anyway, we can't change sensei's arrangement."

Tsunade was lying on the floor, treating Akabane's room as her own home, completely ignoring her image.

Akabane was focused on drawing, so he didn't feel anything. But after about half a minute, the door was suddenly opened.

"Akabane … Uh, this is …"

Kurama Saki pushed the door open and was about to speak when she saw Akabane drawing, and at the same time, a girl lying on the floor without any care for her image.

Tsunade's face turned red, and she quickly sat up, threw the drawing aside, and then respectfully saluted: "Hello auntie, I'm Akabane's classmate, Tsunade."

"Good, good. Since a classmate is looking for you, then it's fine. "

'My son is really a genius, even Tsunade is …' Saga closed the door and turned around with a look of ecstasy on her face.

Akabane didn't know what his mother was thinking, but after spending more than half a month with her, it shouldn't be a normal scene.

As for Tsunade, she sat on the floor in an "orz" shape.

"Do you regret coming in through the window?"

Akabane almost laughed out loud. Although Tsunade was very naughty, a girl's face was still very important.

Now, she had climbed over the wall to enter the Pommel Horse Clan's territory, and even climbed over the window to enter Akabane's room. She was lying on the floor sloppily, no matter how she thought about it …

"Next time, when your comic shop opens, I'll come and play with you. I have to go train now."

Tsunade was ashamed. He put down the drawing and quickly got out of the window, leaving Akabane's room.

Tsunade was halfway through the window when Akabane shouted from behind, "By the way, I've compiled the first three sentences for Lord Mito into a book. You can take it with you."

"Great, where is it?"

Tsunade had just climbed out when he heard Akabane's words. He immediately pulled back, his eyes shining as he searched for the book.

"It's at my bedside. I couldn't make it too exquisite in a hurry, but it's much better than my usual sketches."

Akabane pointed to the direction and let her look at that position.

Tsunade's eyes weren't covered. With just a glance, she saw the manga.

It was small, only a little bigger than the palm of her hand. It looked very pocket-sized. But when she saw the cover, Tsunade fell in love with this kind of manga.

The cover wasn't made of hard paper, but it was framed with a very beautiful painting. The main character of the painting was Uzumaki Naruto. It was a painting of Uzumaki Naruto running after painting the Hokage statue.

"Ah … such a good manga, do you have any more?"

Tsunade held the book, she was excited and regretful.

She was excited because such a beautiful manga was in her hands at the moment. But it was a pity that this manga wasn't her own. It was for her grandmother, Mito Vortex.

"No, this is the only one."

Akabane directly blocked the possibility of Tsunade acting coquettishly. Otherwise, it would take him a lot of time to finish the painting.

"Is there only one?"

Tsunade carefully put the manga in her arms, and then glanced at Akabane's room with a treasure-hunting look, trying to find something else worth collecting.

But Akabane was such a lazy character, how could he get another useless manga for his collection, so Tsunade could only be disappointed.

"If you really like it, next time when my manga house opens, come and buy it. If many people want it, I'll give you another out-of-print."

Akabane rolled his eyes and had an idea about Tsunade.

Except for the people of the Uchiha Clan, Tsunade still has a considerable appeal among the children.

"Really? That's a deal, don't lie to me, otherwise … "

Tsunade waved her hand fiercely, with a childish fierceness on her face.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't dare to lie to you."

Akabane really intended to give Tsunade a big gift. After all, Tsunade was the first fanatical fan of the manga, and she had been following him from the beginning until now.

Tsunade smiled happily and went out of the window with a happy face.

"Children … are really easy to satisfy, and the loli Tsunade is really cute."

Akabane sighed slightly. When she grows up, he won't be able to see such a cute Tsunade. After all, she will be a giant in the future.

But he quickly dispelled this dangerous thought. The shelf life of a loli is too short, and she is not considerate and needs to be taken care of. She is not as gentle and considerate as a royal sister who knows how to take care of people.

Seeing that Tsunade had left, Akabane was still in a daze. His avatar couldn't help but say, "She's gone, shouldn't you be serious? How long have you been working on this painting! "

"What's the hurry, I've finished it."

Akabane's thoughts were interrupted, and he could only withdraw his mind and focus on drawing.

The renderings of the manga house were almost done, but after all, a painting can't be compared to the effect of a computer model. There were many parts that were more abstract and difficult to understand.

He looked at it a few times, modified it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Just as he got up and opened the door, he saw Kurama Saki walking out of the room next door as if nothing had happened.

Akabane sighed, ignoring her previous actions, and asked casually, "Mother, why did you look for me?"

"It's not a big deal, I just thought that you have a holiday starting tomorrow, so I'm going to give you Chakra control training."

Kurama Saki said.

In addition to mental strength, illusion requires a strong Chakra control, so training Chakra control is an indispensable course.

"Climbing trees and stepping on water? I don't think these classes are necessary. "

Akabane immediately said.

These things must be explained to his parents, otherwise, his parents will have to painstakingly arrange the training, and he will have to work hard.

"You can't underestimate these basics, the stronger the ninjutsu, the more solid the foundation is needed to complete it."

Kurama Saki saw that Akabane didn't agree, and insisted.

Knowing that it's useless to just talk, Akabane thought for a moment, followed Tsunade and walked along the wall of his house, and finally stood on the ceiling.

"If you need me to try stepping on water again, I can also go to the bathroom to show you."

Akabane said with a yawn.

Kurama Saki was a little surprised, and at the same time a little speechless.

Stepping on water and only going to the bathroom?

Why did a good child become so lazy in the past half a month!

However, she couldn't find any fault with it. After all, she could teach Red Feather everything. Moreover, looking at the other "Red Feather" who was fighting hard in the room, she guessed that this child had even mastered the Shadow Clone Technique.

Forget it …

Kurama Saki accepted the fact that her genius son didn't need her to arrange training, and her thoughts turned to Tsunade.

What a good child, but he's still so young.

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