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"Hey, do you know anything?" Minato's eyes widened.
"Fortunately, I had a good relationship with Kakashi before I came to the battlefield. We graduated from the same class. As for that Uchiha..." I forgot what it was called, but it would be nice to be able to remember his face.
"I have taught him ninjutsu before, and there are some impressions among the same clan."
Hearing what she said, Minato sighed: "That's really fate, since you are friends... Then you know, Kakashi was promoted to Jōnin not long ago."
"Junin?"
This time, Maou Uchiha was surprised and asked uncertainly, "This age?"
"It's really powerful, isn't it, we can at most be chunin at his age."
"Too."
She took it seriously, she went to school late and graduated late, and she was only twelve years old when she was promoted to Chunin within a year of graduation. Compared with Kakashi, she was simply too unmotivated.
Seeing her thoughts scattered to the sky, Minato raised her eyebrows and gestured with teasing eyes, "Aren't you going to say hello?"
Zhenyang stared at his face and pondered for a while, then finally shook his head.
"It's still not possible, time is running out, it's not enough to delay it any longer."
And since she hadn't seen each other for so long, she didn't know how to face her childhood friend, even if it was a chat, she had to have a topic.
"That's it, you say hello to Kakashi for me, and I wish him success in rising to Shinobi, and I'll go first."
"Okay, go ahead, be careful along the way."
Minato saw that her rejection was no longer holding back, so this person left.
He crossed the grass and came to the three students.
"teacher."
Kakashi and his teammates stood up together. He looked at the direction where the man's back disappeared, but he stopped talking. He turned his eyes to Minato Namikaze in front of him, and his eyes were full of expectations that he hadn't noticed.
"Everyone can rest for a while and leave in an hour."
At the end of the words, Minato called Kakashi out alone, and under Obito's inexplicable gaze, Kakashi got up and followed him away unsurprisingly.
When they came to a small open space, Minato Namikaze conveyed Maou's congratulations to Kakashi.
"She was busy with the team, so she didn't stay any longer. You were friends before. Do you need me to help her with anything?"
"No..." Kakashi thanked his teacher for his kindness, and didn't bother the other party. He could more or less guess what Zhen Yang was thinking, and he would have done the same thing.
But at least he left a sentence.
"Teacher, the front line...isn't it dangerous?"
"Of course, it's definitely more dangerous than the rear." Minato seemed to guess what he was worried about, rubbed his head, and lowered his voice, "Don't worry, Zhenyang is very powerful, she will be fine."
"Um......"
Kakashi pursed his thin lips under the mask and lowered his head.
"Uchiha Obito sacrificed?"
Maou stared at the letter in his hand and froze in place, murmuring unconsciously.
In the letter sent by Uchiha Fuyue, he mentioned this matter, mainly because he had dealt with Obito when he was a child, so he only narrated a few words. If she hadn't received this letter, she might not have known about it.
There is a lag in the reception of intelligence on the battlefield, unless necessary overall command and enemy intelligence, such casualties are only transmitted to Konoha headquarters, and will not spread on the battlefield. Otherwise, this will not only shake the military's heart, but also waste resources.
Compared with Obito's death, they only got the news that Iwagakushi's supply road had been successfully cut off, and the situation was developing in an instant in Konoha's favor.
Others, nothing more.
Zhenyang absent-mindedly stroked the black cat nestled in his lap, turned his head and casually asked a passing teammate, "Where is Minato Namikaze now?"
The man who was stopped thought for a moment and replied, "Is there any problem on the other side with Yanyin?"
"It's okay, I'll just ask at will, thank you."
She waved her hand to signal her teammates to leave, her eyes locked on the last line of the letter——
"Maou, if you have time, come back and attend the funeral."
Funeral... Maou received the letter and was noncommittal about it.
The battle of Kannabi Bridge gave Konoha a great opportunity to fight back. The situation on the battlefield has basically been determined, and he doesn't have to go to various battlefields as before, but he can squeeze some time back to Konoha to visit.
Want to go back?
Looking at the setting sun in the distance, she picked up the black pill, and suddenly rubbed the tip of its nose intimately. , the meat pad was directly attached to her nose, and panic was written all over her body.
Maou burst out laughing.
Alas, let's go back and have a look, after all, we have been together for a while.
And it's Konoha's mass funeral...
No matter what you say, you have to make a statement, right?
The author has something to say:
It's not that the male protagonist is gone, there is a male protagonist! It's just that the male protagonist is temporarily offline, and it will take a long time to go online, so I wrote in my copy that the male protagonist does not have a high sense of existence! what
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Chapter 34 34.
This land has just been through a battle.
As the son of the Uchiha Patriarch, Uchiha Itachi, who was only four years old, had followed his father to experience the cruelty of the war as early as the beginning of the year. He came to the battlefield outside the village again, which only deepened the discomfort in his heart.
Ruined ruins, devastated all over the place.
There was a bloody smell in the air that didn't completely dissipate.
"Dad..." Itachi grabbed the corner of Uchiha Fugaku's clothes, and a look of disgust appeared on his delicate little face.