In Shihisa's house, Yoshino was stirring the pot with a spoon. When he heard the door open, he quickly turned off the fire, wiped his hands on his apron, and walked out of the kitchen.
Yuehua was carrying a large suitcase as she stood at the door and looked around. This wasn't the first time she came to Shikaku's house. She had come here with her father and mother before. She and Shikamaru were childhood friends, but she had never stayed overnight before. Now that she might be staying here for a while, she naturally felt different.
"Aoyama, I'll leave it to you. I'm going to get busy!" Shihisa uncle said and turned into a cloud of white smoke.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Aoyama shouted in surprise, but soon he felt relieved. Shihisa is so busy, it's good that he can create a Shadow Clone. Yoshino quickly walked in front of Aoyama.
"Aunt Yoshino." Aoyama bowed politely. Aunt Yoshino is a good person, but she has a bad temper. He was afraid of her.
However, today Yoshino was very gentle. She came up and rubbed Aoyama's white hair. Aoyama was speechless. Why does she like to rub his hair? Yoshino bent down and said softly: "I made curry today, and it's your favorite fried pork chop curry rice! But before we eat, I'll show you your room. Come here. "
Following closely behind Yoshino, Aoyama soon saw his room, a clean bed, a table, and a small wardrobe. It was very simple and neat.
"This is originally a guest room, I cleaned it a little. Aoyama, you have to suffer a little. Many things are in the mansion, I'll decorate it in two days." Yoshino said softly. Looking at Aoyama, her eyes flashed with a trace of distress. He's still a child, and now he has to face such things. It's not the time of the Shinobi World War, the environment is not so oppressive.
"Aunt Yoshino, it's already very good, there's no need to add anything else. It's very comfortable, I like it simple and clean." Aoyama put down the suitcase in his hand and sat in front of the table, gently stroking the table. There was a faint worn luster on it. It was an old thing, and he could even smell the faint smell of ink.
"Then, you tidy up your things first, I'll call you when it's time to eat." Yoshino looked at Aoyama who was absent-minded.
"Yes, Auntie Jinai!" Yuehua came back to her senses and quickly replied.
"Boom!"
Yoshino closed the door, leaving Aoyama alone in the room. Aoyama directly on the bed and looked at the ceiling, and began to think about the future.
This is the world of ninjas. If you want to survive, strength is the foundation of everything. Only strong strength is the capital to survive. Otherwise, think about the future of Mangekyou Sharingan, Rinnegan, and Mokuton, if you don't have strength, how can you survive in this chaotic world? Especially for a small character like Tsukuyomi, there is no need for a big boss, any Jonin can deal with her.
But how to increase his strength, Aoyama was worried. Tsuka's family didn't have a Kekkei Genkai, and their disciples were only good at Kenjutsu and Water Ninjutsu. They were strong in the past, but at their strongest, they were only a mid-level family in Kiba. Not to mention now, Aoyama was the last member of the Tsuka family.
"Let's lay the foundation first. I'll find a chance to test my Chakra, and then decide what to do. At least, there are still five years before Orochi Maru attacks Kiba. I can always find a way." Aoyama silently waved his fist to cheer himself up. Aoyama sat up and began to pack his things. This time, he came to Shikamaru's house to live. Aoyama only brought a few sets of clothes, and he didn't plan to stay for long. If he wanted to train, it was better to go back to his own house.
In the evening, Shihisa, Yoshino, Shikamaru, and Aoyama quickly finished their dinner. Aoyama helped Yoshino wash the dishes, and went back to his room to rest. Because Aoyama's parents had just passed away, neither Shihisa nor Yoshino disturbed Aoyama. Shikamaru was a lazy person, so Aoyama quietly refined Chakra in his room.
This was the basics of the basics taught in the ninja school. Aoyama's parents were Tokubetsu Jonins, and they taught Aoyama. Aoyama's speed of refining Chakra wasn't slow, but he wasn't very diligent before. However, the death of his parents stimulated Aoyama, and he deeply understood the importance of strength.
Chakra is the source of power to perform Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and Taijutsu. Chakra can be increased in two ways. One is spiritual energy, which can be refined through meditation, and the other is physical energy, which can be strengthened through physical training. Aoyama is now refining spiritual energy.
Refining spiritual energy for a long time can easily cause mental fatigue. Aoyama was only eight years old after all, and soon he couldn't open his eyes, so he turned off the light and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Aoyama faintly heard a strange sound, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he wasn't in Shihisa's house, but in a dark place.
Aoyama's face changed. Could it be that he was hit by a Ninjutsu, similar to the Second Hokage's Dark Walk Jutsu? But was it necessary to deal with a child like him? And who would attack him for no reason?
"Shihisa -san! Aunt Kino! " Yue Hua screamed at the top of her lungs, but there was no response, and no one who wanted to deal with her appeared.
Aoyama was tired from shouting, so he sat on the dark ground to rest. The ground was very smooth, exuding a faint cold air, but Aoyama didn't feel cold. At this time, he heard a low voice.
"Who are you? Come out, come out, what do you want from me? " Aoyama shouted, this place was too dark, and even Aoyama's mature mind couldn't adapt to it.
It seemed to become colder, and after removing the darkness, there was finally a little white light. As the white light increased, a whistling cold wind blew. The so-called white light was nothing more than snowflakes, but Luo Fuxiao didn't feel cold. He looked blankly at the changing scenery. The darkness receded, and what appeared in front of him was a world of ice and snow.
The majestic voice became louder, Aoyama had never heard a voice like this in his previous life, but Aoyama suddenly stumbled in a direction, as if something was calling him.
The snowstorm became more violent, but it didn't stop Aoyama from moving forward. It seemed like he walked for a long time, but it also felt very short. It was a strange feeling that was hard to describe, and Aoyama didn't have the heart to find the right words to describe it, because he was frightened by what appeared in front of him.
Crimson red eyes, with an inviolable majesty, a winding body that seemed to be made of ice, and a pair of huge wings that spread out, flapping the snowstorm.
Although Aoyama had never seen the real thing, it didn't stop him from understanding this creature that was comparable to a god. A dragon, it was actually a dragon, and it had a feeling of deja vu, as if he had seen this dragon somewhere before.
"Hyorinmaru!"
Inadvertently saying this name, Aoyama suddenly remembered the memories of his previous life. Looking at the gradually collapsing world of ice and snow, and the slowly disappearing ice dragon, it was actually a Zanpakuto, and it was known as the strongest Zanpakuto of the ice element. It seemed that the heavens didn't want him to climb up the ladder, and treated him well.
Slowly opening his eyes, since it was a Zanpakuto, then everything that happened just now was in his dream consciousness. In reality, Aoyama was still in Shihisa's house, and the dim ceiling entered his eyes. The room was quiet, but there was a long sword in his hand.
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