The Talent of Konoha

"Ah? All right! But be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

"I'll be gentle, don't worry!" Saitama swore, and dragged Nagisa to the depths of the training ground, where there were few people.

……

"Ah!" "Boom!"

"Boom!" "Ah!"

"Clap clap clap!"

In the depths of the training ground, the sound of collisions came one after another without stopping, making the members of the guards in the training ground next to him show understanding expressions, and at the same time, they also had a kind of longing. After all, the people standing here are not even qualified to be Saitama's training partner. .

Saitama has now resolutely become a strength standard for the guard team. Only those who are qualified to serve as a sparring partner for Saitama are qualified members of the guard team. More than a dozen members here know about Saitama's growth process, and they have heard about it recently Saitama's performance on the battlefield does not feel that there is any shame in aiming at such conditions.

"I can't do it, I can't do it!" Nagisa supported Saitama's legs, half-kneeling on the ground, covered with a mixture of sweat and mud.

"Huh!" With a long sigh of relief, Saitama pulled Nagisa up.

"I haven't even started to use ninjutsu, you can't do it? Man!" Saitama said strangely, only when facing his companions would he have such complicated emotions.

"Hmph!" Nagisa didn't know how to answer, tilted his head, and kneaded the muscles all over his body with his hands.

"Let's end here today!" Saitama staggered away and walked to the side, where his knife was lying on the bracket.

During the whole afternoon, Saitama was honing his taijutsu. First, he didn't use ninjutsu, second, he didn't use knives, and third, he didn't even open Sharingan.

"Saitama, that, that, huh?" Nagisa followed behind Saitama coyly, like a child asking for candy from an adult.

"No!" With a hand in the pocket behind his buttocks, Saitama threw out a scroll, which was his own summed up experience, combined with his own understanding and the memory of his previous life.

"Hey, good!" Nagisa quickly caught it, with a pleasant surprise on his face. He was just planning to let Saitama explain it to him orally, and he could memorize as much as he could, but he didn't expect Saitama to give him a scroll directly.

"Thank you!" Nagisa looked at Saitama who was hanging a knife on his waist.

"What? Speak louder." Saitama showed a narrow expression, his eyes narrowed into a line.

"Thank you!" Nagisa repeated.

"Why are you polite?" Saitama patted Nagisa on the shoulder and left.

"This is very suitable for you, isn't it?" Saitama walked away with small steps, and Nagisa stood on the spot, holding the scroll vigorously, staring at Saitama's back, his body was sore from practicing with Saitama seems to disappear.

……

"What are you doing again, why is Nagisa that expression?" Just after walking a few steps, Saitama met Mori, and Mori asked with a strange expression on his face.

"What can I do, he may have sand in his eyes, who knows." Saitama laughed and shrugged.

"Let's go, I have something to do with you!" Mori also saw that there was nothing wrong with Nagisa, and beckoned Saitama to follow him.

The two walked to a quiet place and sat side by side on a bench.After exercising just now, his body was covered in sweat, and Saitama didn't feel anything else, so he leaned directly on the backrest.

"An accident happened to Shisui!" Mori said slowly, staring at Saitama to see how he behaved.

Saitama remained motionless, still leaning on the chair with that calm look.

"Why aren't you nervous?" Mori was a little speechless, he just wanted to see Saitama's reaction, so he came here to tell Saitama the news.

"Shisui shouldn't be a big problem, otherwise you wouldn't talk to me like this." Saitama said calmly, everything was under control.

"Look at you!" Sen's tone was a little annoyed.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Saitama nodded.

"Shisui and the clan's Jonin took on a mission together. They encountered enemies on the way, but they were rescued without any serious problems."

Sen reluctantly briefly explained the situation of Zhishui.

"Then what?" Saitama didn't think such a thing was worthy of Mori's coming, and specifically said this one thing.

"Zhishui has opened his eyes!" Sen's tone was a little sad. He still remembered that he was about 15 years old when he opened his eyes for the first time, but now he is 24 and is about to get married.

"Oh?" Saitama is a little interested in this. As a ninja, getting injured during a mission is something that must be experienced. Saitama is not worried about Shisui at all, but this mission opened Shisui's eyes, and he still cares about it.

"Shishui's talent is as good as yours, he is also a double gouyu when he opens his eyes!" Mori's tone became strange, and he looked at Qiyu while speaking.

"That's just right, I don't need to let him go in future battles." Saitama didn't care, put one hand on the back of the chair, waved the other hand in the air in front of him, and his legs shook a few times. Looks like an asshole.

"Since you're not surprised, I'm leaving. There's still a big judge waiting for me to go say hello." Sen stood up, said hello, and left. The wedding was approaching, and he was a busy man.

Mori left, and Saitama was still sitting there, his eyes were a little blurry, as if he was thinking about something.

"Although I know that Shisui is a genius, it's not bad to open eyes at the age of seven! With Shisui sharing sharingan, it's the enemy's nightmare!" Saitama looked down at his fingers, thinking.

"Sharpening Eyes will greatly increase the threat of the Instantaneous Body Technique. This kind of Shishui is even stronger!"

After patting the chair, Qiyu got up and left. He was going to take a shower first, change his clothes before going home, and took time to check Shisui.

……

"Are you leaving?"

"Well, everyone, practice hard! I have to take a step ahead."

"Okay, go slowly!"

"Goodbye Saitama!"