Ah Yu Diary

... The little girl cried, crying quietly, which is the standard ninja way of crying.

I am very sad.

I didn't expect that among the four of us, the first one to leave was the dwarf.

Speaking of which, until now, I don't know what the dwarf's name is, I only know that his code name is Minghuo.

Sure enough, as the name suggests, people are like flames in hell, and they will never exist in this world.

Today the captain fished me out of the intelligence department again.

He put me in Tsunade-sama's medical training class. This is the best news I've heard over the years. From then on, if I reveal any medical methods, it can be said that Tsunade-sama taught me!

The healing methods I know are common in Jianghu after all, and they are completely incomparable with the Chakra healing here. If I can learn a few tricks, it will be a guarantee of survival!

Who is the most respected person in the Jianghu?It's not the leader of the Righteous Path Alliance, but a genius doctor! !

Although I had to lie on the beam to attend lectures, I was still very excited compared to the possibility of becoming a miracle doctor.

Thanks to Captain Tanuki, considering his fluffy wallet, I decided not to ask him for ramen. The instant noodles taste good, but at least he will give me an egg!

Tsunade-sama's class is a bit difficult, I need to be quiet for a while.

I succeeded.

This is the second ninjutsu developed by our office, the art of transforming life and death!

I have a hunch that with this technique, I will regain my peak!

Tsunade-sama knew that I had succeeded, and she was also very happy, and even expressed the intention of accepting me as an apprentice.

I can't believe it, can I just ask an apprentice to teach a secret like this?Forget it, let's say yes first.

I am very happy.

Tsunade-sama left because her lover died.

At the beginning, the Jnin who I thought looked like a fat pig but was actually quite handsome died, Tsunade-sama was very painful.

Before she left, she asked someone to give me three medical notebooks. I hugged the notebook and felt grateful.

Konoha did not withhold the note but gave it to me directly. This generosity and tolerance alone are enough for me to remember it in my heart.

And Tsunade-sama...

I wish you a safe journey.

Recently, there was an interesting news from our colleagues on the front line. A teenage ninja from Sand Ninja Village killed their Kazekage and defected!

When I heard the news, I sprayed the water out of my mouth, and sprayed a colleague across the face.

That guy savagely dunked my head into the fried rice.

...my fried rice!

What a waste.

The sand ninja traitor is called the red sand scorpion, and his information is spread throughout Anbu in an instant, and everyone has a copy. The higher-ups ask us to avoid him immediately after seeing him.

Looking at the red-haired boy in the photo, I was filled with emotion. Not only are ninjas getting smaller and smaller these days, but also rebels are getting smaller and smaller.

How much enmity this guy has with his own village, I'm afraid no one can understand the vicissitudes of wandering outside better than me, right?

Speaking of which... How long has it been since I thought of the full moon in my hometown?

Because I think this is my home.

What if one day I become a traitor?

Colleagues in the Anbu are too busy, the red sand scorpion kills the wind shadow and pats his ass away, but we have a lot of follow-up work.

To verify the accuracy of the news, to have a rough grasp of the movement of the red sand scorpion, to find out the details of the sand ninja, to monitor the latest developments of the sand ninja, and to be vigilant to prevent the opponent from counterattacking... What is even more depressing is that the rock ninja in the north It also seemed a little restless.

The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind kept going, the sand ninja stopped, and the rock ninja began to jump again.

I consciously started to pack my bags. Now that I am the team leader, I don’t know which front I will be sent to, and I can no longer partner with Tornado. I hope that my future subordinates will be smart people and don’t hold back.

Today, the captain told me a bad news. Given my age, the higher-ups are worried and will conduct a sub-team leader assessment on me.

I weighed my Cold Weeping Knife, and it was for some reason.

I am glad to go.