Muye Village, a residential area for civilians, a wooden escape three-story building, the second floor.
"Junmaru Jun, open your mouth and drink medicine."
Fragrant phosphorus carried a bowl of black medicinal soup and fed it to Junmaro spoon by spoon.
Junmaro lay on the bed, drinking the medicine with a sullen face, looking at the phoenix as if he was looking at the enemy-the job of feeding the medicine was originally a "god" job, but was later snatched away by the abominable phoenix.
Masahiko was not in the mood to have fun, but just sat quietly, frowning.
"How is this possible? Shouldn't it?"
This sentence has been muttered countless times by Masahiko, and his heart is really lost.
After repeated examinations for Junmaro, he came to a conclusion that he couldn't believe that Junmaro's hemorrhagic disease was a type of myasthenia. The physical ninja, who had partial muscle weakness, was just kidding him.
"Kimmaro, when did you feel that your body is not right?"
Junmaro whispered: "Just these few days."
Masahiko's eyes stared: "To be honest!"
"It's been over a month."
Masahiko sighed, and it's his fault. For more than a month, he didn't care much about Jun Maro, and he became addicted to being a cook...
After learning the news of Junmaro's secondary illness, Masahiko quickly quit the chef of Tiantian's family and left in the fat cat's tears.
A week later, Masahiko discovered that his medical ninjutsu could indeed be slightly effective, but it was not very effective. After giving the medicinal soup to Junmaro, his condition seemed to worsen. Masahiko almost turned his head in sorrow. Now Junmaro is struggling to get out of bed.
"Something's wrong, he is only nine years old and that's it. How did the original work live to fifteen or sixteen?"
Masahiko looked at Junmaro who was lying on the bed with a sorrow, and sighed slightly, "I can't go on treating like this anymore."
It just so happened that someone knocked on the door softly, Masahiko turned around and said, "White, who is looking for me again?"
As soon as he appeared in Konoha, he was too busy. It’s really troublesome to cut today, rope tree tomorrow, and Uchiha the day after tomorrow.
Masahiko moved to this remote place deliberately just to take a break. Fortunately, in the past few days, they probably understood that Masahiko didn't want to care about the messy things, and didn't come again, otherwise Masahiko would have to transport the sick Junmaro back to the country of Uzumaki.
Bai opened the door and walked in, "It's Patriarch Hyuga."
Masahiko frowned: "Japanese foot? Shouldn't he watch Senju and Uchiha cheerfully now? Why are you looking for me?"
Others came to him, he was really in no mood to see him now. But for Japanese football, there should be business...
Masahiko turned around and told Phosphorus to take good care of Junmaro. He walked out of the room a few steps and went downstairs.
The Japanese Football Association was waiting for him on the first floor and saw him appear, holding a book in both hands.
Masahiko was taken aback: "This is... 256 palms of gossip?"
Day foot nodded: "Thanks to the help you provided in the first place."
Masahiko also smiled with satisfaction, knowing that he would take the initiative to send it to him, sensible~
"Is there anything else?"
The Japanese foot hesitated a little, but nodded: "Elder Masahiko, the child named Datongmusheren..."
"Oh, ask him." Masahiko nodded in understanding, "You should know his origin, right?"
The Japanese foot was surprised: "The legend is true?"
Masahiko paused, it seemed that too many years had passed, and the records of Hyuga's ancestors were only seen by them as legends.
"The younger brother of the Six Ways of Immortal Datongmu Yucun does exist, and he did take a group of descendants to the moon back then. Sheren is the last descendant of the Datongmu clan. And you did not go to the moon with Yucun. It was you who stayed in the world of Shinobi. The Hyuga clan."
"Speaking of which, what kind of clan and clan you have divided? Compared with Sheren, you should all be divided."
Nizu paid no attention to Masahiko's teasing, but showed a thoughtful look: "Then Hinata, did you instruct it?"
Masahiko waved his hand quickly: "It has nothing to do with me. The child is optimistic about your daughter. He wants to continue the blood of the Datongmu clan, and Hinata's blood is very pure."
"That's it." Rizu nodded, turned and said, "Then I won't bother you."
Masahiko watched Sunzu leave, threw the book in his hand into the space with his backhand, went upstairs a few steps, and met Xiao Xianglin's angry expression.
"Elder, can you do it, Junmaro seems to be even more uncomfortable after drinking your medicinal soup!"
Masahiko was surprised, took a few steps quickly, and checked Junmaro.
"It's really more serious... Am I actually a quack?" Masahiko shook his head, "Xianglin, Bai, pack things, let's go out."
Junmaro said weakly, "God, where are we going?"
Masahiko said helplessly: "Don't call me a god, my god is showing up. Not only can it not cure your disease, but the cure gets worse... I'll take you to the big snake pill that I encountered in Wuyin Village."
Masahiko believes that medical ninjutsu must be superior to the original book. Too can suppress Junmaro's condition, but he can't do it. There must be something wrong, it is estimated that it is a big snake pill.
Picking up Junmaro, Masahiko walked out of the small building a few steps, and waved his hand to release the spacecraft from the moon.
"Fragrant phosphorus, white, let's go!"
A spacecraft came out of Konoha and marched towards Tanokuni's Oshemaru laboratory. But when he arrived, Masahiko frowned slightly.
The entrance of the original laboratory is no longer there, and familiar buildings have also changed. A small village occupies this position.
Masahiko controlled the spacecraft to land slowly, frowned and looked around for a while, and then sensed the surrounding chakra fluctuations: "Is this... Otonin Village?"
Not far away, an eight or nine-year-old chubby dun flew over, glanced at Masahiko and several people, and asked, "Who are you?!"
Masahiko looked at him, his hairstyle was very unique, with three pinches of yellow hair on the top of his head, one pinch on the left, middle and right, all of a sudden, he reminded him of his identity: one of the five Alto Ninja in the original work, Jirofang.
"Sanmao, is Dashewan here?"
Jirobo was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to respond, and another girl's voice came from his body: "Idiot, if someone asks you, just say, what if he is Osaimaru-sama's enemy?"
A little girl with a flute walked out from behind him—Tayueya.
Jirofang reacted and rushed towards Masahiko with a flushed face: "Are you the enemy of Oshamaru-sama? Damn guy, dare to call me Sanmao?!"
"You don't have to do it, just take care of Junmaro." Masahiko turned around helplessly.
When he turned around, San Mao had already rushed in front of him, swinging his right fist: "Arhat fist!"
WTF
This punch made Masahiko want to ask: Who am I? where am I
Looking at the chubby fist on his stomach, Masahiko smiled, stretched out a finger, and clicked on Jirofang's forehead: "One positive finger!"
Roll over, Jirofang.