Naruto: Uchiha is not Raikage!

Chapter 33 Mikoto: Seiji's muscles are better than Fugaku's (Please read it and play PK today!)
"The mental change is... the left eye."

Qingsi could feel a surge of pupil power brewing inside, and it was just a little bit away from bursting out.

He did not put on his shirt, and then began to refine chakra in his body, gathering chakra towards the meridian route of "Lightning Release: Iron Block".

An electric current invisible to the naked eye spread throughout Qingsi's body.

"call……"

Qingsi let out a breath.

After all, this ninjutsu is only D-level, and it has little effect on his current body. It will probably be ineffective after a while.

Need to acquire more and better ninjutsu.

"Seiji."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

Qingsi shouted, "Here I come."

Then he crossed the dilapidated yard and opened the door.

"Miss Mikoto, why are you here?"

Qingsi spoke.

His black hair fell down behind his waist, clearly distinguishing himself from his muscular body.

"Qingsi, this is this month's allowance."

Mikoto had a cloth bag hanging on her shoulder, and she pulled out a stack of banknotes with the Konoha logo printed on them.

"Qingsi, you..."

Just as Mikoto was about to hand the money to Seiji, she was shocked to find that Seiji was now shirtless.

It was the first time that Mikoto had seen such strong and beautiful muscles, and she couldn't help but take a second look.

Fugaku had been injured on the battlefield, and Mikoto had seen him with his shirt off.

Not as well-proportioned and good-looking as Qingsi.

I have to say, is this Yeyue’s talent?

The shape of muscles is largely innate, just like some people cannot align their abdominal muscles no matter how much they exercise.

Some people even have eight abdominal muscles, while others can only have six.

Mikoto finally understood why Tsunade said that Seiji was suitable to be a Taijutsu ninja.

"Sorry, Mikoto-san, I was just exercising and was in such a hurry that I forgot to get dressed."

Mikoto was still taller than the current Seiji, and Seiji looked up, his tone apologetic.

"Ah, it's okay, you're a child."

Mikoto quickly shook her head.

Why bother with a child?
She handed the money to Qingsi and asked him to be frugal and not spend it carelessly.

"Got it, Mikoto-san."

Qingsi nodded.

This money is equivalent to living expenses.

All of Qingji's daily expenses come from here, including part of the subsidy from Konoha and subsidies from within the Uchiha clan.

It is enough for an ordinary person to live on, but it is still a bit of a stretch for a ninja.

"I also made an appointment with Fugaku to see you next time."

Mikoto waved goodbye.

Kiyoshi responded politely and closed the door only when Mikoto was no longer in sight.

"It's pretty much the same as before. We still have to make money as quickly as possible."

Qingsi counted the banknotes and put them away carefully.

The sunset red place can be exploited, but it is not a long-term solution.

The limit is to be able to buy an ordinary katana.

The last time he and Kakashi sparred, the blade curled and needed maintenance.

When we go to the battlefield on a mission, there will be no time to give Qingsi maintenance during the break.

"I still need a chakra knife made of special metal."

Kiyoshi secretly said.

The chakra sword can absorb the chakra properties of its owner, and the obstacle to chakra conduction is extremely low. Having such a weapon means getting twice the result with half the effort.

Then Qingsi took out the "Lightning Finger" which he had not practiced since he became a disciple, to deepen his understanding of Lightning Ninjutsu.

……

"Mikoto, you're here."

Fugaku was sweating as he took off his green ninja vest. He had just been training.

The most important thing for a ninja is to hone himself, otherwise he will either advance or regress.

"Has the subsidy been given to Qingsi?"

Fugaku asked casually.

"Give it to him."

Mikoto nodded, and suddenly found a hole in the chain mail that looked like a fishing net on Fugaku's upper body.

Ninjas generally wear a kind of protective gear that looks like a fishing net, which is called chain mail or chain mail.

"There's a hole in your shirt."

Mikoto pointed somewhere.

Fugaku followed Mikoto's line of sight and saw a two-centimeter hole, revealing the skin inside.

"He was burned by fire while practicing Fire Style just now."

Fugaku took off his shirt heroically, revealing his strong upper body.

"What's wrong, Mikoto?"

Fugaku noticed that Mikoto kept staring at his body and thought she was embarrassed.

"No, it's nothing."

Mikoto's delicate face shook.

After reconfirming, it was found that Fugaku's figure was indeed not as beautiful as Seiji's.

"I don't know how a kid can practice like that."

Mikoto thought to herself.

Although Fugaku looks taller than Seiji, his overall proportions are not very good.

"Yeah."

Fugaku smiled and took out a new chain mail from home and put it on.

He was somewhat confident about his physique. After all, he had been fighting on the battlefield for so many years and had experienced many hardships.

"The meeting is about to start, let's go."

Fugaku Road.

"Ah."

Mikoto nodded.

The gatherings held every once in a while are places that Uchiha must attend after becoming a "ninja".

The top of the Nanga Shrine is where meetings take place during the day, and even Uchiha clan members who are not ninjas can go there.

The secret room below is where the Uchiha hold internal meetings. To keep it confidential, ordinary Uchiha are not qualified to enter or know about it.

…………

The Hatake family.

The setting sun was hanging low in the sky. Kakashi hurried home after finishing his training as usual.

But when he opened the door, the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression, as well as a fishy and foul smell.

He frowned, took off his shoes, and said, "Father, I'm back."

But there was no answer from the house.

Kakashi's heart sank slightly as he walked towards his father's room.

Ever since he was criticized by his companions whom he had rescued on the street, my father has never left the house again.

When I walked through the living room, I saw several yellowed pieces of letter paper on the coffee table where my father usually entertained guests. They were covered with dense handwriting and the ink had not yet completely dried.

Kakashi took a glance and found that the words included "regret" and "negligence", and there was a strong sense of despair between the lines.

"Father?"

Kakashi felt uneasy and almost ran to open the door.

The scene inside the door hit Kakashi like thunder.

Hatake Sakumo fell on the tatami with a sharp short blade stuck in his chest. The blood had already dyed his clothes red and even seeped into the texture of the tatami.

The bright red liquid solidified into dark traces, emitting a suffocating smell of rust.

Kakashi froze in place, his eyes wide open, as if his brain couldn't process the scene before him for a moment.

"Why..." He finally managed a hoarse voice, staggered towards Sakumo's body, and knelt on the ground.

Kakashi's hand trembled as he gently touched his father's cold hand, but he touched the already stiff skin.

The sadness of losing his father, the anger towards the rules, and the self-blame for being powerless all flooded into his heart and almost drowned him.

(End of this chapter)