When the sun is high at noon, when the whole Konoha is still packing luggage.

A baby crying in the hospital caused a sensation in the entire village.

Because, Uchiha Itachi was born.

And today is June 9th.

Four people who came out of the rectangular space door were in front of them.

Shen looked at the space door completely closed before walking in.

He is experienced and believes that changing Kaguya is just a matter of time.

The most important thing now is to "meet" this big nephew for a while.

Mikoto, who was lying in the ward, looked at the "loving interaction" between the uncle and nephew with gentle eyes.

Shen, who was squinting his eyes, stared at Itachi's big eyes.

He has been in this position for almost half an hour.

The big eyes that blinked across the face and the round and fat face that was not as good as the tears trough, were hard to connect with the man I remembered.

"Itachi? Who gave it his name?"

Fugao, who was holding his son, bent down slightly, showing his big square face: "Itachi, legend is the incarnation of Yata bird, with a spirit of loyalty, fearlessness and courage..."

The more he spoke, his eyebrows were rising, and he looked at them very doubted the authenticity of the legend.

"Isn't it a symbol of disaster and a sign of death?"

"My stupid brother, a carnivorous animal, isn't it just a weasel?"

The entire ward was silent.

Including Mikoto, who was smiling just now, and the Uchiha couple were silent.

"Ahem..." Shen still appreciated the difference in culture once: "Anyway, these legends are all fools people. Who knows whether it is true or false?"

He stretched out his hands and pulled Itachi's round and fat little face: "Are you superstitious? I don't believe it anyway."

Fugao, who was hit hard, shook his head quickly: "Uchiha is not superstitious, and of course I am not superstitious."

"Yes, who is superstitious about serious Uchiha..."

He almost blurted out the words, calmly lowered his hands, his eyes staring at his parents with a strange look.

This means that you don’t want to urge your marriage at this time.

"I'm all Naruto. Can you restrain yourself?" Tomoki, who was so angry that he was shaking his muscles on his face were shaking wildly.

Although it is a peaceful time and you don’t need to get married and have children in your teens, but...

"My father, I have to go back to handle official duties."

In the blink of an eye, Shen had disappeared without a trace.

Zhijian, who was full of frustration, turned his eyes to Nao who was quietly staying in the corner.

"Oh..." He shook his head and looked at Mikoto on the hospital bed: "Are you tired? It's not too late..."

As soon as the couple opened the door, they nodded secretly forty or fifty pairs of red eyes.

"I haven't had any big fights?"

"Lord Zhijian, every floor and every room of the hospital is strictly guarded by the elites in the clan..."

"Not to mention danger, even flies can't come in."

"Try to be low-key..." Zhijian nodded and left quietly with Aoko: "It is an extraordinary time, and you will be detained first when you encounter an unknown person."

"Yes, Lord Zhijian."

After a uniform response, the three of them in the first squad also walked out of the ward.

Naiyang, who was walking in the front, ignored the red eyes that were looking back and forth.

Xun, who was following her, was a completely different behavior.

Compared with the rope tree that was walking at the end and glared at it from time to time, it was really trembling and walking on thin ice.

...

Shen, who was squatting in the hot pot restaurant, was holding a shiny toy sword in his hand, teasing Xiao Zhishui, who had just turned two years old.

"Do you want it?"

"think."

Xiao Zhishui's eyes were filled with desire for this toy.

"Have you learned the art of instant body?"

"No." He pouted his little mouth in frustration.

"May the Force be with you." Shen finally sent it out.

After thanking Xiao Zhishui, holding the toy, he ran to the second floor alone.

This shining sword is a treasure that children dream of.

"It's still far..." Shen shook his head and smiled bitterly, got up and sat back in that familiar position.

The shop owner Uchiha Akira walked forward with his hands holding the dining sign: "Second Young Master, is Shishui's talent not good?"

"It's pretty good." After carefully ordering the familiar ingredients, his expression suddenly felt a little reluctant: "Boss, are you really planning to retire?"

"It's been fifteen years, and it's time to unload the burden and let young people take full responsibility for these stores..."

Ming's feelings made Shen inexplicably grateful.

If he had shrunk and did not dare to change anything, the Uchiha clan would no longer exist in about ten years.

"Where did you agree to handle official business?"

He turned around and saw the big angry face of the rope tree.

"Strange, didn't your sister urge you?"

"What are you urging?"

He and Nao smiled: "Nothing."

"Mysterious!" The rope tree sat down angrily and reported a lot of precious ingredients.

"You treat me?"

"Yes, you pay."

He was in a good mood with a dissatisfaction face.

"You pay."

"I'll take your wallet."

When the shop owner saw this familiar scene, he couldn't help but walk to the kitchen silently.

Konoha may no longer exist, but every bit of the past will continue to exist.

Just like this hot pot restaurant that carries countless memories, even if he relocates to the Ninja Country, he will continue to produce countless new memories.

"Speaking of this, why do you want the second ten-tail?"

"Power source, space warships are very energy-intensive."

"No reactor can do it?"

"Yes, but the speed is too slow."

After a brief science popularization, Shen, who poured the ingredients into the pot, suddenly looked down at the large piece of red oil.

He swallowed and glanced at the side tentatively.

"It's not what I ordered." Nao's little naughty flashed and was finally caught.

"Okay." Shen saw the boss pushing the dining cart, and inexplicably felt a sudden movement of his stomach.

After many years, I can't escape it.

...

The country of innocence.

The third generation Fengying, holding a document in his hand, raised his head and frowned and looked at Gleason and Pakula.

Half a year has passed, but that's the result?

I like to compete, especially for the strong, and I also use bold red characters to indicate it.

He was angry and laughed: "Two, where are we going to find the strong ones?"

"Would you take out Hei Jue from the prison or tie the current Hokage to her?"

Gleason, who straightened his chest, gave a very pertinent suggestion: "Sir Fengying, why don't you just show up with Naruto."

"Forget it, I might as well count on Luosha."

"Lord Luosha's magnetic escape is indeed very helpful for intelligence collection."

The third generation Fengying's smile became brighter and brighter: "You can barely complete half of this mission..."

He took out a small box from his pocket: "Next, as long as you all pass the exam, this super S-level task will be completed."

Gleason trembled and reached out and took the storage device with the examination materials.

He knew that this task would not be easier.
Chapter completed!