[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

I also want to know how much the fact that my son ran away with others will bring a great blow to a silly father whose only meaning in life is to raise his son and do tasks to make money to support him. After receiving the news, Shuo Mao worked with the highest efficiency in his life. After finishing the task, he hurried back to Konoha.

He poked Harry's shoulder and condemned with grief and indignation: "I misunderstood you, Ash! I treat you as a brother, but you actually want to be my son's father!"

Before Harry could answer, Lin ran over when he heard the sound, hid behind her father's legs and stretched her neck to take a look. When she found that she was an elder she knew, she smiled sweetly, her big eyes flashed, she raised her head and stretched out her hand: " Uncle! Uncle! Hug!"

Shuo Mao changed his face in a second, bent down and gave the little girl a big hug: "Baby Arlene is the cutest! Uncle likes Arlene so much!"

He praised the little girl a few words, then watched her happily run back into the house with a smile, his expression collapsed again.

He wiped his face and continued to accuse Harry of his 'crime', beating his chest and feet, heartbroken: "You have such a lovely Arlene, and you still covet my Kakashi! Doesn't your conscience hurt!"

"…" said Harry, "Is it my fault?"

Tracing back to the source, this is really not anyone's responsibility. If you want to blame, you can only blame Sakumo for being too outstanding. The more capable you are, the more troubles you have. It is a matter of course that people who accompany me more are regarded as real family members.

He felt that Lin was his biological sister, and Harry was naturally his biological father, even though the two of them were not at all close to him in terms of hair color, eye color or appearance.

Harry led Shuo Mao into the house to find Shuo Mao's eldest son.After repeated corrections by him, Kakashi finally stopped calling him daddy, but he also didn't want to recognize Sakumo as his daddy, so he just imitated Lin's name and called him "Uncle."

Harry could almost hear Shomo's heart breaking into pieces.

Such a big man, he doesn't want his image or demeanor, he hugged his son regardless and howled, "Kakashi woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kakashi! Dad! Why don't you recognize daddy!"

For the first time, little Kakashi's eyes showed a bit of clear dislike. He tried his best to shift his body weight away from the noise source, but after trying to break free, he even reached out his little hand to ask Harry who was standing aside for help.

If this goes on like this, the little boy's remaining affection for his father will be completely wiped out. Harry couldn't see it, and pulled Shuo Mao's shoulders to pull him away: "Don't be like this, Shuo Mao, he didn't like it in the first place." If you make a big noise, you will scare him."

Kakashi was indeed frightened, and after being let go, he stumbled to Harry's legs, tightly clutching Harry's pants, and stared at Sakumo vigilantly and vigilantly like a small animal.

Shuo Mao almost burst into tears again, so as not to frighten the child a second time, he could only hold back his bitter tears.

Harry patted Shuo Mao's shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, he's just started to accept his life, and pressing too hard at this time will only cause a stronger reaction. Give me a few more days, and I'll talk to him more, and it will make him feel better." He is willing to admit you."

So what else can Shuomo do?You can't just choose to trust him.

After all, Harry has brought children for two lifetimes, so he naturally has his own solution to this kind of problem.

It took him two or three days, combined with the projection of the phantom, to tell Kakashi about Sakumo's great achievements on the battlefield.

Men, more or less have some heroic plot, even the little boy who is still ignorant is no exception.

And Sakumo's story definitely fits any little ninja's imagination of a "hero": he goes deep into the enemy's rear alone, with sharp silver hair, white teeth weeping blood, invincible at the point of the blade, swallowing mountains and rivers, and powerful in all directions.

Kakashi listened and watched quietly, a look of admiration gradually appeared on his small face.

"And you are his son, the heir of the Hatake family." Harry finally said, "You will eventually inherit his mantle, and on top of his glory, create your own legend."

The pair of eyes that were always drooping listlessly opened wide, unblinkingly staring at Sakumo's heroic figure in the illusion, fascinated and fascinated.

When Sakumo came to check on the situation again, Kakashi ran over without Harry's urging, and when Sakumo picked him up, he obediently retracted into the elder's arms and whispered softly: " dad."

Shuo Mao's nose twitched, the corners of his mouth twitched, and saw that two more lines of tears were about to fall—this time he was moved.

Harry quickly waved his hand: "Restraint, restraint, I managed to build up the image of Konoha White Fang, you must not destroy it yourself."

So Shuo Mao suppressed his emotions forcibly, and thankfully took his 'lost and recovered' son home.

Everything has two sides. Although the effect is immediate, idol education still leaves a lot of sequelae.

For example, the young Kakashi, who is not deeply involved in the world, seems to regard Konoha Baiya in the story as his growth goal and direction of endeavor, trying to match the other party in all aspects.

Because Sain is good at using poison, Sakumo needed to cover his mouth and nose with a cloth all year round to prevent inhalation of poisonous gas and medicinal powder when he was on the Western Front. Even if he learned to control chakra and no longer sneeze violently because of irritating smells, he was unwilling to take off his mask.

When he was older, he could wear a customized high-necked ninja uniform, and he replaced the mask with a face mask.

Several elders took turns to fight, but failed to persuade him to change his mind, and got a look of contempt from a 'stupid adult'.

"Who did he follow with his character? It's not like you at all." Harry felt a headache, rubbing between his brows helplessly, "His mother... Hitomi isn't such a character either."

Shuo Mao stared at the two-and-a-half-year-old brat who was so arrogant that he dared to challenge the authority of the elders. The familiar haughty demeanor revived some long-standing memories.

He couldn't bear to look straight at him and covered his face: "I think it's probably passed down from generation to generation... My dad is just like this, carved out of the same mold."

Nearly 20 years ago, Sakumo's father was employed by Anbu as a weapons consultant. Harry often saw him when he was doing odd jobs in Anbu's kitchen, and walked around unconsciously every time.

There is no other reason. Mr. Hatake's aura is too scary. If Mr. Yuhi before marriage is an iceberg that freezes people, then he is a knife that stabs people.

At that time, Harry thought that for such a man to raise such a cheerful and lovable son as Shuo Mao, it must be due to the mutation of the family gene.

Kakashi grew up to such an age, he was already used to his father's mood swings from time to time.He was less than half the height of Shuo Mao's thigh, but he patted Shuo Mao's knee maturely, and persuaded him earnestly: "Dad, don't be like this, be more mature."

Shuo Mao's heart was even more congested, and he covered his face and said in pain: "My dad used to tell me like this: 'Suo Mao, you are no longer a child who doesn't know anything, you have to learn to be steady, serious, and serious...' What? What.——I am not raising a son, I am raising a father."

Harry patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

Not long after seeing off Shuo Mao and his son, another long-lost visitor came to the door.

Orochimaru handed Harry a dozen papers and a piece of translucent crystal with a spell drawn on it. His eyes looked tired, but his tone was relieved: "I made the 'Chakra container' you mentioned."

Harry browsed through the manuscripts and samples, and thanked him with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, I have caused you trouble."

"It's not too troublesome. I happen to be studying the multiple uses of curse seals recently, but I just added an additional branch topic." Orochimaru paused, and then asked, "But things like chakra, definitely It is safer to store it in the human body, such as the yin seal used by Tsunade. If you insist on exporting it and storing it in an extra container, not to mention the trouble of carrying it, how do you get it when you need it?"

Harry injected some chakra into the sample, and the crystal glowed under his hands, and there were some light blue flocs in the originally transparent interior, which were as soft and elegant as a mist.

Harry pinched it on his fingertips, looked at it against the light, and said with a smile, "I don't know exactly how to use it, but it's not for me. I'm going to give it away."

Orochimaru thought for a moment, then said clearly: "Hyuga-kun... a congratulations?"

Harry nodded, "Hmm."

He always remembers that his chakra can make Ichiga's white eyes evolve and exert unprecedented power.Although Yihe is reluctant to use the rest of his eyes because of his inexplicable obsession, but in the end, it is not a disadvantage to have one more life-saving skill by his side.

Chakra is similar to magic power, and it will be regenerated when used, but the total amount that can be stored naturally in the body is only so much.Temporary smoking might not be enough, not to mention the side effect of causing drowsiness, so he came up with an idea to build a container that can store chakra, and store some in it for emergencies. need.

It's a pity that he is a wizard, and many aspects of the alchemy he masters are not applicable to ninjas. If he has an idea, he has an idea, but he has no idea how to realize it.

Helpless, he had to find someone to help.

Orochimaru is worthy of being a knowledgeable and talented scientist. After taking a break from his busy schedule for two years, he actually made the chakra container.

Harry secretly gave a thumbs up to his reliable old friend, and asked, "How much chakra can I save at most?"

Orochimaru touched his chin and pondered: "I haven't tried this, the amount of chakra of three or four A-level ninjutsu should be no problem..."

They were discussing how to test the upper limit of the sample, when someone fell outside the window of the apartment, and the clogs stepped on the tiles, making a crisp sound: "Yo! Master Jiraiya is on the stage!"

The faces of both of them turned black at the same time.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth with a smile that was not a smile, and said in a cold voice: "Tsk, so you didn't die outside? It's a pity."

Not seeing each other for three years, among other things, Jiraiya's skin thickness has increased proportionally.

He smiled indifferently, calmly and at ease: "Thank you for your concern ~ I haven't seen you for so long, you must miss me, right?"

It's as if the person who escaped on the battlefield three years ago and explained what it means to "protect my enemies and beat my teammates" with actual cases is not myself.

Harry was one of the teammates who were beaten hard at the beginning: Jiraiya was also an elite Jnin, but he suddenly ran away, which directly caused a large gap in combat power on the front line.Konoha's executives were so anxious that they held him to a meeting overnight to discuss countermeasures, which made him sleepless for three days and three nights, and two big blisters formed at the corners of his mouth.

Thanks to Sakumo's ability to fight well enough, if Jiraiya and Tsunade hadn't been disconnected one after another, the western front against Sagakushi would have collapsed sooner or later.

Look at the two of them, and think about Orochimaru, who is leading the way on the northern front... People compare with each other, and it makes people mad.

Harry couldn't hold it back for a moment, and the grievances that had been accumulated for many years burst out instantly, and the scene was furious: "You still have the face to come back?! There was still a war on the front line, but you were lucky. You left your companions and subordinates and slipped away. Why? It’s the orphan who went to raise the enemy’s village! Do you have water in your mind? Ah! Have you heard the allusion about raising tigers?!”

Zilai was also a little guilty, his eyes wandered around, and he murmured to argue: "Those three children...they are all good children, they just need some proper teaching..."

"Are you going to talk about the son of the prophecy again?" Orochimaru sneered, "You told me that Minato showed you the hope of the fulfillment of the prophecy. How dare you see a child and think he is the son of the prophecy?"

Harry also said: "How big of a man you are! Ziraiya! Please think about others before doing things! Isn't it because Hokage is your mentor and no one dares to touch you, that's why you behave like this! Don't tell the old man Adding to the confusion, do you know that Danzang and the Advisory Group are beheading you because of you?"

Zi Lai was too stunned by the two of them to say a word. After a long while, he lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "...Sorry."

Harry's anger came and went quickly, he took a sip of water, and sighed tiredly: "Not only should you apologize to us, but there are many people who paid for your aftermath."

Zilai also knew who he was referring to, nodded, and was about to turn around to find his teacher.

"Wait, Ziraiya." Orochimaru suddenly said, "You come in first, there is an experiment that requires your cooperation."

Harry took a look at Orochimaru and understood: Although it will be regenerated after use, it takes time to replenish, and it is not worthwhile to waste his own chakra to test the capacity of the chakra container.Now that there is a ready-made experimental body available, how can there be any reason to waste it?

He also waved, meaningfully, and he knew there were other plans at a glance: "If you know your mistake, just correct it. It's okay to apologize later. Come, come, do us a favor first."