[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

What Teacher Hu said was not entirely correct, but Harry didn't have the energy to explain the difference between 'dare not' and 'don't want', so he generously let others continue to misunderstand his intentions.

For the next six months, he passively accepted the force-feeding high-pressure education.In addition to the most basic physical training, Mr. Hu forced his neck, and stuffed into his mind common skills such as how to hide himself, how to restrain his breath, how to listen to voices and distinguish positions, and how to see things in the dark.

In the next seven or eight months, he began to attend public classes with other children.Compulsory content includes but is not limited to stereotypes, torture, instigation, codes, information encryption and deciphering.

It's just word games, boring, no cool ninjutsu, and no hearty fighting skills.

Except for Harry, who was muddling along, the other children felt somewhat disillusioned.

In their simple little heads, ninja is a very honorable profession, and they should be born with their own mission, go forward bravely, fight for glory to the last moment, and never die.But what kind of ninja is a ninja who doesn't know ninjutsu?

Even though the little spies have been trained not to reveal their true thoughts, they are all children who have not experienced actual combat after all, and the little things in their hearts can't be hidden from the old fox who taught them.

The teacher of the public class still had an amiable face, and looked around at the students sitting below: "You are all scolding me in your heart, thinking that I hide my secrets, and purposely don't teach you ninjutsu, don't you?"

More than a dozen pairs of eyes were wide open, as if seeing a ghost, shocked and frightened.

"I don't teach it because it's meaningless for you to learn it." The teacher said, "A spy must keep a low profile at all times, stay away from the cusp of the storm, unlike ordinary ninjas who need to fight with the enemy with their swords and blood, so naturally they don't need to learn much. Fighting skills. At any time, your first priority is to be good for yourself."

"Once your identity is revealed, then you can only—" He changed his subject, and his tone became sharp, "Death!"

The children were trembling and kept silent.

The teacher looked down at them from a high position, and suddenly smiled: "You guys are still too tender, and all emotions are written on your face. Learn from Xiang Yin, the clouds are calm and the wind is light, and you will not be shocked."

The teachers and students in the spy class don't use their real names, they are only called by code names, because Harry's instructor is Tiger, correspondingly, his code name is 'Yin'.

Harry was originally sitting in the most inconspicuous corner, staying out and watching the show the whole time, but he was suddenly named.

The whole class turned their heads to look at him, and dozens of eyes focused on him, instantly turning him into the focus of attention.

He drooped his eyelids and sighed secretly.

I just want to spend my days low-key, why is it so difficult?

After the public class was over, the little spies in the reserve had basically acquired the necessary qualities for a spy, but the class was not over yet.

They returned to their mentors for a second study.

"I can teach you an additional skill, so that you have a skill that you can use as your last trump card in a crisis situation." Teacher Hu said, "What do you want to learn?"

Harry answered crisply: "Run."

He doesn't have any lofty aspirations in life, he just wants to live as long as possible, so as not to be forced into other weirder worlds.

think about it!The only spy he knew ended up being choked by a poisonous snake, and died silently in the screaming shack—this kind of high-risk occupation that ruined his reputation and would die if he didn't pay attention, he simply avoided I'm afraid it's not enough.

Now that he has boarded the thief ship without a choice, it is meaningless to worry about whether he wants to do it voluntarily. He just wants to find a way out for himself in advance, so that he can continue to live even if he fails to lurk, and finally achieve the goal of being a hundred years old.

Mr. Hu laughed at his lack of ambition, raised his leg and kicked his ass: "I thought about running away before the mission started? Why did I bring you, brat!"

Harry patted the dirt on his pants indifferently: "Let's keep the green hills, so we don't have to worry about no firewood. Times have changed, teacher."

Whether the times have changed Mr. Hu does not know, but he knows that people can be changed.

This child Yin is good in everything, but his personality is too outstanding, and he must be carefully disciplined before he is released as a teacher.

In the following days, under the guidance of Mr. Hu, Harry seriously studied...how to be a normal child.

Yes, Mr. Hu's original words are 'normal' children.

Harry: ...

He is at most a little precocious, right?What's wrong? ?

Teacher Hu didn't answer, just threw him at the nursery door, let him learn by himself, and threatened him with a smile that if he didn't gain any experience in one day, he would be thrown to do anti-stress training in the next few days.

The so-called anti-stress training is one of the daily routines of spy training.He was confinement in the small black room, cut off water, hunger strike, and deprived of sleep, and had to go through uninterrupted interrogation from morning to night to extract confessions. Once he missed something that should not be said, he would be whipped immediately.This is a kind of simulated situational training. It is called training willpower, but it is actually an inoculation in advance for future situations after mission failure and accidental arrest.

Living a good life is better than suffering for nothing. Harry compromised very spinelessly, squatting in the corner, observing the children playing and playing, and studying hard for a day.

When Mr. Hu came to pick him up in the evening, he showed his first smirk in his life and called out sweetly, "Mr. Hu~"

Teacher Hu shivered with him.

"Forget it, you are not suitable for this style, you should be a taciturn and precocious child." Teacher Hu waved his hand, it seems that he decided to give up the messy character design for him.

Harry nodded in agreement, secretly relieved.

Although he made a decision, Mr. Hu didn't take him out of the nursery right away. He stared at him for a while, then suddenly pushed him out of the shadows in the corner, and pointed at a few boys passing by: "Go, fight with them."

Harry saw that it was the neighborhood children who often bullied him more than a year ago.

Thanks to the special training class, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds this year.Although the espionage training does not include specific actual combat drills, there are still basic self-defense techniques, and it is no problem to beat a few boys who have just started training in the ninja system.

Harry raised his eyelids, and gave Mr. Hu a disgusted look: Control violence with violence?Are you bored?

Teacher Hu raised his eyebrows at him maliciously, and made a supplementary request with his mouth: "No wins."

Harry finally couldn't hold back, and cursed WTF in a low voice.

The most difficult battle is not to leapfrog to challenge an opponent who is stronger than oneself, nor is it to suppress and hide one's true strength and lose a fight that is sure to win.

Harry was always worried that if he fought back, he would break the boys' arms, so he didn't make any more moves after the provocation, and he was passively beaten the whole time.After such a trip, it is inevitable to end up with a bruised nose, a swollen face, and bruises all over the body.

Mr. Hu showed no guilt, and just threw him a jar of ointment after returning to the dormitory: "Wipe it yourself."

Harry had long been used to applying medicine to his own wounds, so he didn't hesitate much, he unbuttoned his shirt, took the ointment and applied it to his body.

Mr. Hu leaned against the door, crossed his hands and watched him skillfully massage the bruises, and swept his eyes up and down, locking on a place under his collarbone.

"Why did your birthmark pop up again?"

Harry looked down, and there were two gray-blue shadows lying quietly in the gap between his collarbone and ribs.They are roughly round in shape, with a small tail-like tip, one side facing up and the other facing down, symmetrical to the midline of his body, each occupying the left and right sides.

When he came to this world, the body of Zhan had these two imprints that looked like gossip and hook jade. He asked his mother, and her mother said it was a natural birthmark.

If it is an ordinary person, there are some blemishes such as small moles and birthmarks on the body, which is not harmful.But the problem was that he was going to be a spy in the future - such obvious traces were not allowed on a spy.

After the initial physical examination, Harry was sent for a minor operation to remove the birthmark. However, the two birthmarks were very stubborn. Within two months after the operation, they popped out again along with the new tender flesh.

Since then, for more than a year so far, they have survived all kinds of cuts and fires, big and small, lingering like cowhide plaster, firmly and proudly entrenched on the chest of the owner.

Harry has suffered a lot because of these two birthmarks, and when Mr. Hu mentioned it, he shuddered reflexively, and his chest tightened for a while.

"Really...?" He replied dryly, "I didn't notice it before."

As he spoke, he rolled up his clothes, trying to cover up the birthmark again.

Teacher Hu didn't intend to just let him go, grabbed his arm to stop him from moving, and at the same time bent over to get closer, stretched out his other hand to touch his birthmark.

Multiple scar removal operations have left irreversible damage to the skin under the birthmark, which is rough and rough to the touch.

"We're going to start a mission soon, so it won't work." Teacher Hu's tone was calm, as if he was discussing changing Harry's hairstyle, "Cover it up with special means."

For the next few days, Harry only had a shocking blood red in his memory.

When his fresh wounds finally scabbed in pus, the espionage training came to an end.

In a rare gesture of mercy, the village's senior officials summoned the relatives of the little spy to reunite their families.

Harry keenly noticed that none of the dozen or so children in his class were orphans whose parents had died, but except for two whose parents were still alive, the rest were single-parent families with only one father or one mother.

No matter how cold-hearted special training the little spies have received, seeing the elders who once depended on them again, the hardships, sins, blood shed, and pain they endured during the one-and-a-half-year semi-closed education The tears that were swallowed immediately turned into grievances and heartaches, breaking through their last line of defense and pouring out.They couldn't care less about it anymore, they cried out loudly and hugged their parents.

Harry stood in the crowd, silently watching the farce around him.

What a great last lesson.he thinks.

The spy class has a special ideological and moral class. The teachers are either persuasive or stern, but the key point is always inseparable from one word: loyalty.Loyal to the mission, loyal to the superior, and loyal to the village.

But people's hearts will change, and no one can guarantee that when they encounter better opportunities, wealth and even status in the future, they will still be able to control themselves and continue to adhere to the so-called "loyalty" that is rigid and has no real value.Only when there are entanglements, concerns, and scruples, "loyalty" is not just an illusory word, but has its irresistible binding effect.

And what is more important to young children than their parents?

"Xiao Sa." A call interrupted Harry's thoughts.

He followed the prestige, and sure enough, his mother also came.

I haven't seen him for a year and a half. The woman seems to be ten years older, more and more rickety, weak, and old. Standing in front of him, she is as silent as a dying tree.

Naturally, Harry couldn't throw himself into his mother's arms and cry loudly like other children. He was a little embarrassed for a while, with his head raised and his hands behind his back, thinking carefully about what topics to talk about.

His mother didn't seem to be surprised by his birth status, she calmly raised her hand and stroked his hair: "You've lost weight."

Harry had indeed lost weight. The characteristic baby fat of children had faded from his face and body, replaced by muscles that concealed strength all over his body. Matched with the size of a four-year-old child, he looked like a lean little monkey.

"Hmm..." Harry responded, after thinking for a while, he hurriedly added, "I'm not hungry, I just exercise more and my body has become stronger."

The woman nodded, staring into his eyes, lost in thought again.

Harry took the conversation consciously: "I heard that we will start the mission in two days."

"Ah."

"After that, I will rarely return to the village, and I may not be able to see each other for a long time."

"Ah."

"..." Harry was at a loss for words.

The pair of mother and son stood opposite each other with a distance of nearly half a meter, looking at each other, and they looked very out of place in the chaotic and entangled crowd.

Harry sighed, shrugged pretending to be relaxed, and stretched out his hand: "Do you want to hug me?"

The woman froze for a moment, then woke up like a dream, took two steps forward, squatted down, and pulled him into her arms.

Both of them felt uncomfortable, so they just hugged each other lightly and separated consciously.

"You have to be careful, you must live well." The woman let go of her hand, but did not get up in a hurry, and whispered in Harry's ear, "Missions, honors, loyalty... nothing is important, Just live."

She looked into Harry's eyes with nostalgia and endless reluctance: "I'm waiting for you to come back."

Harry looked at her too, and slowly, for the first time in days, smiled genuinely.

"Good," he said.

A week later, a scout troop composed of children was formally established, the troop code name, 'Zodiac'.

Harry took one last look back at Hidden Sand Village as he was led away by his new captain for his first mission.

The fortress with high and thick walls stands alone on the Gobi Desert, facing the strong wind and sandstorm, and defending its people tenaciously.

He only took a few glances, then quickly turned his head, pulled up his turban to block the wind and sand, and trotted to keep up with the footsteps of the captain who had gone far away.

At this time, he still didn't know that his life was destined to be different, and he was destined to be accompanied by darkness and cruelty, killing and blood, deceit and betrayal, until death.

——This is the fate of ninjas.