Naruto: My Daddy Is Hand Hit

Chapter 2 Burning Youth

in the afternoon.

After returning home, Shimizu picked up the weights he usually wears during training, and put them on himself one by one.

After coming to this world, Qing Shui tailored a set of weight-bearing equipment according to his own body, and carried out specific training every day according to the plan.

Konoha's tranquility is just an appearance. When the ninja world war breaks out in the future, the young and middle-aged people in the village will fight. Without strength, they will only die on that cruel battlefield.

Whoever wants to become a ninja needs a solid foundation.After all, blood inheritance boundaries are not something everyone can have.Of course, even if one possesses blood inheritance boundaries such as Shigumai, Baiyan, and Sharingan, without systematic training, even if one can become a strong man and gain powerful power, it will only be a flash in the pan.

Of course, if Qing Shui hugged his cheap daddy's thigh tightly, he might be able to live to the end.

Still, that wouldn't be interesting, would it?

Before acquiring the chakra condensing method, Shimizu decided to follow Xiao Li's training method and insist on training every day.

Although his father didn't say anything about hand beating, judging from the pocket money that is increasing every week, hand beating is still very supportive of Shimizu's training.

Putting on his weight, Shimizu began to run around the periphery of Muye Village. Running around Muye ten times a day has become his daily routine. The whole Muye Village knows how hard this child is working.

In Muye Village, there is an open space.

The sky was getting dark, but Qing Shui didn't intend to stop at all. Instead, according to the plan he had made, he kept hitting the wooden stake in front of him with his fists, punching again and again, and the pain from his hand couldn't stop him from cultivating On the contrary, it made him more sober.

"890, 890 one... nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand!"

"call!"

After completing the goal, Qing Shui put his hands on his knees, panting heavily, his hands were trembling, and the bandages wrapped around his hands were already stained with blood.

Gritting his teeth, Shimizu allowed himself to stand upright, stretched his almost stiff arms, and prepared for the next training.

No matter where he trains, Shimizu will try to squeeze out every ounce of strength from his body. This kind of training is called extreme exercise!

The so-called extreme exercise is to squeeze every ounce of strength in the body, push out one's limit, let oneself go beyond the limit and surpass oneself.

Although Qing Shui is only six years old, after long-term exercise, obvious muscles have appeared on his body.

Of course, in the ninja world, muscle is just a very common thing, and it doesn't represent how powerful it is.After all, this is a world where only blood can dominate the world.

Continue to practice, the muscles on Qing Shui's body will gradually disappear, and then they will reappear, and they will become smoother, as if they were natural.

At that time, the body will be fully formed. Shimizu estimates that with his own training speed, he can reach this level at about 14 years old.

Of course, he must live to be 14 years old.

It is now 25 years of Konoha, and there are still four years until the Second Ninja World War.If he can enter the ninja school this year, he will definitely step on the battlefield when the second ninja war breaks out.

Qing Shui shook his head violently, trying to get rid of those thoughts in his mind.Putting his hands behind his head, he squatted down and started the next exercise.

Sweat ran across Qingshui's cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"One thousand, one thousand and one... one thousand 490, one thousand 490 one."

His legs were almost completely stiff, as if he had been poured with a lot of lead water, and he continued to insist entirely on his own willpower.

It has almost surpassed the previous limit.

But Qing Shui pursed his lips, his eyes were shining with tenacity, he gritted his teeth, and continued to exercise hard, until he silently counted to one thousand and five, and then fell down, lying on the ground, panting heavily Rough, unable to hold on anymore.

"I feel like my youth is boiling!~~~~~Aw~~~~~!"

A voice entered Qing Shui's ears, he turned his head hard, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Green tights, thick unibrows, and a thick mustache under the nose...

Such a familiar voice...

The second Ninja World War has not yet begun, and the person in front of him will definitely not be "Konoha's beautiful blue beast" Li Luoke, nor "Konoha's proud blue beast" Maitkai...

Since it's not them, there's no doubt about it.

Shimizu instantly confirmed who the ninja who was staring at him and laughing was!
Konoha's ten thousand year old ninja!
Matt Day!
For this, Qing Shui has admired him for a long time.

In other words, Shimizu admired Matt Dai, Matt Kay, and Rock Lee very much.

They don't know ninjutsu and genjutsu, and they don't have any innate special skills, but they have a tenacious spirit and never fear in the face of difficulties.They work from dawn to dusk and put in dozens of times more effort than others. Even though they fail again and again, they always believe that as long as they work hard enough, they can still become excellent ninjas.

Even if someone ridicules them, they will not defend themselves, they will only work harder and actively welcome the sunshine of the next day.

The afterglow of the sun shone on Maitedai's body, and there was quite a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere. Maitedai ​​came forward, squatted beside Qingshui, and patted his chest with a big laugh.

"Boy! You work so hard! This is youth!"

The palm worn by Maite caused tons of damage to Qing Shui. He was already exhausted and only felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Shimizu rolled his eyes and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Matt Dai decisively reached out and touched his head, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Young man, I didn't pay attention, sorry."

Qing Shui was choked to death when he heard what Matt Dai said, but Qing Shui still asked Matt Dai in doubt, "Senior, are you also practicing nearby?"

Matt Dai's thick unibrow suddenly turned into a "V" shape. He stood up straight, raised his right hand high, and looked up at the sky.

"I heard about your deeds in the village, and I suddenly felt my youth rekindled! Kid! Would you like to practice with me?"

puff!
Even though Qing Shui was very nervous, seeing this scene, he still held back and didn't spit out.

It’s just that!

Why are the geniuses working hard like Matt Day, Matt Kay, and Rock Lee more funny than the other? ! ! !
No wonder Matt Dai Mingming is very powerful, but he has endured for thousands of years. Apart from knowing ninjutsu, I am afraid he doesn't even know anything about the reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance capabilities necessary for some ninjas, right?
There should only be four words in Matt Dai's mind, right?
Thinking of this, Qing Shui turned over, put his hands on the ground, and stood up resisting the pain.

"Sorry, I don't want to practice with you."

Qing Shui shook his head, under the setting sun, these words seemed very cruel.

"Boom..."

Matt Dai turned out to be kneeling on the ground, staring at Qing Shui with teary eyes.

"Why? Can't you feel my passionate youth? How sincerely I invite you!"

"No, if possible, I would like to worship senior as my teacher..."

　Newcomers and new books, rolling all over the floor, looking for collections, asking for tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)