The Talent of Konoha

"clang!"

In the distance, there was a bell ringing, resounding throughout the village.

Everyone gathered in one direction in a tacit understanding, did not greet each other, at most just nodded, and then there was no other communication.

……

Konoha Hospital, ward.

"Zhishui, you are so injured, don't go."

Uchiha Itachi said to a young man who wanted to get up from the bed.

While talking, he held Zhishui down, preventing him from moving easily and bursting the wound.

"Itachi, help me!"

Zhishui's face was pale, and he stayed in the hospital for a few days after he came back. Although he was treated promptly, he still recovered very slowly.

He was lying on the bed, his upper body wrapped in layers of bandages that smelled like medicine.

"But…"

Itachi's injury was much lighter than Shishui's, so he was able to get out of bed and walk a day ago.

"It's okay, trust me!"

Zhishui smiled slightly at Itachi, conveying his firmness and belief.

"Then... alright! But don't move around, I'll support you!"

Itachi thought about it, then nodded with some difficulty.The injury on Shisui's body was far heavier than he had imagined, and he was able to recover to this extent in nearly a week, which was beyond the expectations of many medical ninjas.

"Okay!" Zhishui smiled, and then his eyes fell on the bandages on his chest, a trace of pain and firmness flashed in his eyes.

This is his biggest achievement in this mission, and it is also a souvenir left by his former companion.

"Fizz!"

Itachi hugged Shisui's shoulders and slowly helped him up. As soon as he exerted his strength, Shisui let out a cry of pain, and his chest burst open, bleeding out.

"This…"

Itachi looked at Shisui.

"It's okay, help me get a dark dress!"

Zhi Shui didn't care, the injury on his body was much better than the discomfort and pain in his heart.

The injury was only physical, but what really made him feel uncomfortable was the mental injury from Saitama.

It turned out that he could really kill himself, he could really kill himself like an enemy without holding back!

This was something that Zhishui hadn't thought of, and it was also something he didn't want to believe.

The one who had said so many words, was so inspiring, and made sense in life, ended up walking on a path that could be said to be abnormal!

The death of the third generation made all this irreversible, and Shishui himself didn't think it could be redeemed, because he had been "killed" by Saitama himself.

Itachi's movements were also very slow. Although the injury was lighter than Shisui's, it was still a serious injury, so his movements looked a little stiff.

"How about this one?"

itachi asked.

"can!"

Shisui replied without looking up.

In another ward near here, there are also two people, Kakashi and Maitekai.

Kakashi's injury is much better than Kai's. Kai not only has the injury left by Saitama, but also the aftereffects left by him using [Eight Gate Dunjia].

"Hey, Kay, I'll leave now! I'll bring you back what you want for lunch."

Kakashi was fully dressed. Although he didn't seem to have any injuries, his exposed skin was still pale, and his eyes felt a little weak.

Due to his injuries and sequelae, even after he came back for a few days, his whole body was still sore and numb, and it was difficult for him to gather strength, so he was unable to participate in today's three-generation burial ceremony.

"Kakashi, thank you! I just need a barbecue for ten people. I'm injured. I really don't have much appetite."

Kai lay on the bed with serious eyes and two bushy eyebrows huddled together.

"No problem, call the nurse if you need anything, I'll leave first!"

When Kakashi heard Kai's words, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. It's a shame that Kai dared to say that he didn't have a good appetite for the barbecue for ten people, but as a jounin, Kakashi still had some money, so he didn't care, and turned around. He just walked outside, and he still wanted to see Obito, Obito was recovering very well, and he came over to see the two of them yesterday.

Withdrawing his gaze from Kakashi's back, Kai quietly looked in front of him with a strange gaze.

His hands were placed on both sides of his body, and they were slowly squeezed tightly by him, and the quilt cover was grasped in his hands, and wrinkles slowly appeared.

"If the previous efforts have not achieved what I want, I will redouble my efforts! Just wait and see!"

Kai seemed to have made up his mind, with a firm look in his eyes, and a fearless expression on his face.

He still remembers the sense of powerlessness he felt when he was fighting Saitama back then, obviously he had exhausted all his strength, but he punched him and was easily cracked.

There are not many things he wants to protect, but this village that brings him many memories.