Ninja Realm Correction Belt

It has been a year and a half since the tragic World War II ended, and the villagers have long since completely emerged from the clouds of war. Although night has fallen, the east alley of Konoha Village is still bustling with activity.

Hundreds of lights were shining brightly, and the crowd was bustling with laughter.

In the streets, there are people selling stalls, people gathering around to play chess, and even juggling.

A young man in his twenties, who was not a ninja and had a mustache, held a thin bamboo pole in each hand and kept turning two porcelain plates on it. Occasionally, he could even throw them up high and exchange them.

Onlookers: Okay!

Mustache grins... snap! Snapped!

The two plates were smashed to pieces.

The onlookers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Those who knew Mustache would even make fun of him. The mustache had no choice but to point in a certain direction and let everyone look over.

Is that...the blacksmith's child?

Why is it hurt like this?

The one on his back is...

In the sight of everyone, Zhengdai walked over with difficulty carrying Hinata Hideki on his back.

At this time, Zheng Dai's clothes were in tatters, covered with dust, and there was a bruise in the middle of his forehead. His exposed wrists and ankles were also full of scars, and there were even traces of blood. How could he be described as miserable?

As for the unconscious Hinata Hideki on his back, nothing could be seen, except that his expression was slightly twisted.

If it weren't for the two children, this combination would be like a scene of wounded soldiers returning to the village during the war - a wounded soldier who appears to be seriously injured but is actually fine carries a wounded soldier with serious internal injuries back to the village to recuperate.

An uncle stood up and said, You blacksmith brats, who hurt you like this?

Zheng Dai paused and said with a naive smile: It's okay for us classmates to compete with each other. This is just a minor injury for a ninja!

Kids with bigger butts can graduate and call themselves ninjas. Someone laughed and cursed, The one on your back is from the Hinata family, right? Was he knocked unconscious by your kid? Is he seriously injured?

It's nothing. Zhengdai shook his head: He wasn't hurt at all, he was just tired and sleepy. Let me carry him home. Okay, thank you uncles and aunts for your concern. I will go to the Hyuga tribe first.

The person who asked the question had a stunned expression and looked at each other with the others, with a hint of dissatisfaction creeping onto his face. This is the same principle as worrying about inequality rather than scarcity. Zhengdai was scarred, but Hinata Hideki just fell asleep from exhaustion. It sounded too much to ask the injured Zhengdai to carry him home.

Especially the fact that one side is a child of their commoner family and the other side is a child of the Hyuga family, one of the leading families in Konoha, adds fuel to the fire.

However, even if they felt dissatisfied, in the end no one said they wanted to help Zheng Dai to ask for an explanation. The status of the wealthy family was deeply rooted. Only a few people mentioned helping Zheng Dai to carry Hideki back, but Zheng Dai refused.

In this way, he walked along the bustling east alley of Konoha Village until he arrived in front of the Hyuga clan.

The Hyuga clan is very large and impressive.

As one of the oldest families, the Hyuga clan's clan rules are relatively old-fashioned, and few members of the clan go out to hang out at night, so now after seven o'clock, the gate of the Hyuga clan has been closed.

However, before Zhengdai knocked on the door, someone suddenly appeared in front of Zhengdai.

The visitor was about thirty years old, had cataracts, his forehead protector was positioned lower, and his face was sixty percent similar to Hideki Hinata's. Before Zhengdai could speak, he directly opened his Byakugan, glanced at Zhengdai and Hinata Hideki for a moment, and quickly breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Pervert, you actually looked through me right in front of me!

Is this Hinata Hideki's father? If it doesn't work out and bullies the younger one, it's time to replace him. There is a high probability of being a chuunin and a small probability of being a jounin. The one thing that remains the same is that I can’t beat them both. Just hold on, hold on, I won't pursue my case for now. ’

After reciting a few words silently in his mind, Zhengdai greeted: Hello, uncle, you are Hideki's...

Father, the man replied.

Zheng Dai almost agreed subconsciously.

Fortunately, he held back, damn it!

What's going on with you guys?

Zhengdai forced a smile and took out the words he had prepared long ago: Don't worry, uncle. Xiushu and I made an appointment at school to have actual combat training. Xiushu was tired from training and fell asleep. I gave him to you.

Hinata Hideki's father frowned slightly, feeling that Zhengdai's words seemed incomplete. Under his eye-rolling observation, Xiushu had no scars on his body except for a little mark on his chest. There were only some slight injuries to the muscles in his arms, which were exactly the same as those caused by excessive training.

When I looked back at him, I saw that there were many more injuries on his body. There were no fist injuries, but mostly bruises and scratches. It didn't look like Hideki Hinata had been beaten.

Where did you spar?

The woods over there.

now it's right. Hinata Hideki's father nodded slightly, but his face quickly darkened. A picture of Dai Dai constantly hitting trees and rolling under Hinata Hideki's attacks took shape in his mind.

Actual sparring? Do the Hyuga children need to find someone to practice taijutsu with? I’ve never even heard of the kid across from him, and he’s not a genius after looking at this miserable situation.

Is this sparring? This is bullying!

The family is unfortunate.

He stepped forward to pick up Hinata Hideki and threw it over his shoulder with a simple and rough movement.

Then he looked at Zheng Dai and muttered for a few seconds before saying: Thank you for your hard work, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net What's your name?

Just wearing it.

You are wearing it, you are wearing it... from the blacksmith's house?

Uncle Craftsman is quite famous. Zhengdai nodded.

Hinata Hideki's father's face became a little darker. Hideki Hyuga didn't know, but he knew it well. Although a craftsman-type chuunin was not named Hinata and was just a commoner, his weight on Hinata's side was not necessarily much lower than his.

He struggled for a moment, then took out a banknote from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Dai.

Thanks a lot.

The second hard work was actually an apology. Zheng Dai was stunned for a moment and took the banknote hesitantly: It's okay. Thank you, uncle. Can I go home then?

...Hmm. Hinata Hideki's father hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he just waved his hand and disappeared with Hinata Hideki on his back.

You can go back to your own family and climb over the wall. Zheng Dai complained, looking at the banknote in his hand, the amount was one thousand taels, Oh, that's quite generous. Such a sensible parent really makes me a little ashamed.

The currency in Naruto is that one tael is roughly equivalent to ten yen, which is more than 6 cents RMB, which means that the purchasing power of this bank note is equivalent to more than 600 yuan.

A bandage won't take that much.

But think about it, one thousand taels is probably nothing to the other party. Ninjas belong to a high-income group. For a D-level mission, a team will share the income equally, and everyone can get nearly a thousand taels.

In a dozen years, his classmate Asma's head would be worth thirty million taels.

Suddenly I felt like I was guarding a treasury...

The plan is half successful, and the rest depends on whether Hinata Hideki's face is thin enough. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, these one thousand taels of gains are worth the price of admission. He was taking care of his bangs, Go home, there is still a show at home. There's a play to be performed...