Naruto: Sakura Blizzard

“What do these people do?”

The Uchiha Shin at the bottom of the pit is being manually cremated, but the middle-aged Naruto is looking at the copy of Uchiha Shin with a headache at this time. If he is fighting, he can be cruel. Come to kill the other party, but these clones were brought down by Sasuke several times as early as the beginning, and let him act on a group of prisoners. The bottom of the middle-aged Naruto’s heart was a little unwilling.

“A copy of Shin Uchiha!”

Kozakura glanced at the replica, and after thinking about it, he said, “There are still a lot of replicas in Uchiha Shin’s base camp. Otherwise, grab them together and throw them directly to Konoha. Orphanage, let your dean to nurse your child!”

“Well, what are you talking about?” Middle-aged Naruto hesitated. “If there are not many, I will send a shadow clone directly over.”

“The number is probably a bit too much!”

Thinking of the strange images of Uchiha Shin’s copy, Sakura’s forehead couldn’t help but hang a few black lines. Uchiha Shin’s own copy is quite normal, but his clone is carrying him. Those clones that were secretly made are not very normal. The reason is probably because the technology has not been fully learned.

“Then let’s take a trip to the main body!”

Hearing Sakura said that there were a lot of them, the middle-aged Naruto gave up the idea of ​​using shadow clones. Now he has to separate out a lot of shadow clones every day to deal with Konoha’s affairs, if he separates a few more to catch A copy of Uchiha Shin, I am afraid it is not very safe.

After knowing that there are many replicas in Uchiha’s base camp, the middle-aged Naruto immediately set out to capture which replicas, and it was not until he took a step that he discovered a big problem.

“By the way, where is Uchiha Shin’s base camp?”

Seeing the extinguishing flame at the bottom of the big pit and the pinch of ashes, the middle-aged Naruto was completely stunned.

“Why did we forget to interrogate him first?!”

“Don’t panic about this question, isn’t it the base camp? We still have three ways to know where it is!”

Kozakura waved her hand calmly and said, “First, I will help you figure out where is Uchiha Shin’s base camp. This is a more metaphysical method. Second, ask about these being arrested. It’s a copy of the body, but they are very likely to lie. Third, go to Uncle Snake, um, or Snake Snake, he knows where Uchiha Shin’s base camp is!”

“Who are Uncle Snake and Aunt Snake?” The middle-aged Naruto was a little dazed. Why had he never heard of such two people? !

“Osamaru…” Sakura reminded the middle-aged Naruto to wake up.

“…”

Well, the middle-aged Naruto admitted that Sakura’s nickname for Oshemaru is really appropriate. This guy who occasionally men occasionally women is really okay to call Uncle Snake and Aunt Snake.

“Go to Osha Maru!”

The middle-aged Naruto only chose the third way after a few seconds of consideration. After all, the copy of the second way is more likely to lie. In case the other party gives a fake address, then it will be in the real base camp. As for the first, metaphysics or something, as the son of fate, middle-aged Naruto never believed in fate, and fortune-telling sounds a little unreliable.

The group of people leisurely embarked on the journey of looking for the Oshe Maru, the relaxed feeling, as if to go to Oshe Maru to play.

A few days later, outside the Konoha gate, the middle-aged Naruto and his party returned to Konoha lightly. As for the clones that were captured, they had already been thrown by Uchiha to Kakashi through Shenwei Space. , Let Kakashi help to the middle-aged Shikamaru, and finally the middle-aged Shikamaru took it to the orphanage. It is so convenient for two good friends to share a space.

Just after returning to Konoha, the middle-aged Naruto had not had time to sigh that he was going home. A group of dark shadows suddenly jumped out of the bushes in the woods on both sides of the gate, and moved quickly to hug the middle-aged. Naruto’s thighs.

“…” Fuck, what the hell? !

The sudden emergence of the black shadow shocked the middle-aged Naruto. If he hadn’t recognized the black shadow’s identity in time, the middle-aged Naruto would almost kick it out, almost causing a tragedy.

“Father, save me…”

The black shadow hugged the thigh of middle-aged Naruto and began to cry, and the crying voice was full of despair.

“Bo Ren? What’s wrong with you?!”

Middle-aged Naruto looked at this miserable person who was covered with leaves and mud. He could hardly believe his eyes. When was this kid so grounded? He would actually make himself so dirty.

“Father, help, I don’t want to practice with those demons anymore, I don’t want to conduct special **** training…”

The eyes of Bo Uzumaki were full of fear, especially when he mentioned the words Hell Special Training, his whole body was trembling with fear.

“What devil?!” Middle-aged Naruto asked puzzledly.

“The bloggers should be talking about Aunt Hinata from another world, Grandpa Watergate, and Grandma Jiuxina!”

Zuo Liangna pushed her glasses. After going to see Aunt Snake this time, she also successfully met the Yujie version of the world, Xianglin, and also successfully learned her own life experience. What is not the mother version of Sakura’s own life is just It’s just a misunderstanding. When Zoryana, who was in a good mood, saw Uzumaki Boren’s face resisting training, she immediately put some eye drops on him. She is a little friend like a salted fish, and she must have someone else. Only by pushing him can he practice willingly, and middle-aged Naruto is undoubtedly his last hope for escaping from training. As long as this hope is cut off, Uzumaki Bo will be obediently confessed.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes behind Zolena’s spectacles. Although the special training in **** would be very bitter, but in order to make the childhood friend of Bo Ren Uzumaki smoothly become stronger, she can only do so.

“Bo Ren…”

The middle-aged Naruto’s face suddenly darkened, looking at the miserable and miserable Uzumaki blogger who was crying with his thigh there, he forcibly resisted the idea of ​​kicking his ineffective son out of the sky.

“How can you call your mother and grandparents like that? They can spare the time to train you for your own good. As a ninja, a little training can make you cry like this. What about your willpower as a ninja? “

“belch……”

The whirlpool blogger, who was crying, looked stupidly at his father, and almost choked himself to death by failing to come up.