Konoha's talent

But most of them are ordinary people who treat others like Xiang Po.

Speaking of Uchiha, Saitama still feels very sorry.

Konoha Village was founded by the generation of Naruto Senjujuma and Uchiha Madara. Whoever thought that Konoha has always been in the hands of the Senjuichis, and has nothing to do with Uchiha.

The Uchiha family only got the name of a police force and it was over.

This is not over yet, even if Uchiha does not have any real power in Konoha, he is still excluded from all kinds of high-level meetings. They are completely absent from the high-level meeting.

When the first generation of Naruto was reigning, Uchiha's position was barely okay, after all, Senju Zhuma still remembered his good friend Uchiha Madara.

In the second generation of Naruto Senshou, Uchiha has truly entered a low period.

Senjukan has always looked down on Uchiha, and the conflict with them is not a day or two.

There used to be the suppression of Senjujuma, but now there is no influence from his brother. He completely let go of his hands and feet, and fired at the Uchiha clan with all his strength, driving Uchiha out of the Konoha decision-making level.

Up to the third generation, the new high-level who inherited the will of the second generation also excluded Uchiha from the Konoha high-level.

Shimura Danzo has even worsened, targeting Uchiha everywhere, treating Uchiha as Konoha's hidden cancer, and he can't wait to get rid of it soon!

In such a political environment, Uchiha naturally has no good feelings for Konoha and does not have that strong sense of belonging.

In the end, it was forced to launch a coup.

After all, the knives were on their necks, and when they stretched their heads and shrank their heads, they were also knives. The glory of the Uchiha clan did not allow them to retreat, and they ended up in a tragic end.

Deciding to join the Uchiha camp, Saitama has embarked on a path that cannot be turned back.

Either live or die.

One step forward may be heaven, one step back is definitely hell!

The final exam went on as scheduled, and Zhishui also appeared in the final exam.

After months of closed training, Shishui has become more mature.

The spirit of the whole person is different from before.

"Saitama."

It's been a long time since Shisui's voice can be heard, but Saitama can still tell who it is.

"Have you really decided?"

A solemn expression appeared on Zhishui's face, which made him look so funny when he was only six years old.

"Why are you so serious, isn't this what it should be?"

Saitama smiled.

The two stood at the gate of the ninja school, looking at each other.

The flow of people separates beside them, like a stream meets a boulder.

Shisui in the previous life was focused on Konoha, not knowing that this is still the case now.

Saitama stared at the immature Shisui and saw a touch of complexity in his eyes.

"Let's go back."

Without further entanglement in this question, Saitama slumped.

The two walked side by side back to Uchiha's clan.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the bodies of the two figures, sketching different shapes behind them, drifting away.

"Shisui, what do you think of us Uchiha now?"

"Very good, rich Konoha!"

"Really? I'm leaving now."

Saitama walked towards the house, leaving Shishui a back.

When winter comes, the night becomes longer and comes earlier.

After eating dinner early, Saitama took his own ninja and went to the training ground he was familiar with.

Holding a few swords in his hand, Saitama started to practice throwing skills at a large tree hugged by several people.

He is waiting for someone to warm up his body first.

"I didn't expect you to come so early?"

Not long after, Zhishui appeared in the other direction of the forest.

Throwing the last shuriken in his hand, Saitama shook his hand.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Saitama's eyes heated up.

"Let me see your recent achievements."

"I think so too, Saitama!"

The battle just appeared abruptly, without a trace of foreplay.

"Ding!"

The two short knives collided and sparks sputtered from the blade.

The eyes of the two people stared at each other firmly!

With a grin at the corner of her mouth, Saitama gave a stiff smile.

It's still very difficult to hold the knife firmly while smiling.

After stepping back, Saitama raised the sword flat and pointed at Shisui.

"Is that so, Shishui!"

Saitama mocks mercilessly.

"Look up, Saitama!"

Shishui kicked his feet and rushed towards Saitama.

The sword in his hand was like a spear, and it pierced Saitama.