early morning.

Huang still wakes up at 5:30.

Dressing, washing, arranging the tools, strapping on the weights, a series of actions are very familiar.

Although the low-level pills he obtained in daily tasks did not increase him very much, according to a saying in his previous life, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are.

Besides, you also need this kind of training when you are recovering from an injury, so that your sleeping body can regain its feeling.

Before leaving, Huang subconsciously turned around and looked at the small nest where he had lived for five years.

Although it has been cleaned up with the help of Sister Quan, there are still some traces of embarrassment.

However, these are not important anymore.

Improving his strength is the first thing he needs to consider.

The morning air is a bit heavy.

As soon as he stepped into the commercial street, Huang attracted the attention of the early risers.

"Heh, despicable guy."

There were people on duty who were eating breakfast with disgusting eyes and disdainful words.

These days, Ara's reputation has completely hit rock bottom, especially among the younger generation of ninjas.

After all, the Uchiha clan is extremely proud and would find it difficult to tolerate such sneak attacks.

"Even so, I don't know what the clan elders think, but they can still keep it."

Echoing words followed, carrying the same emotions.

Huang ignored it.

Let these words fall upon you.

only.......

"Can you two eat it? If you can't eat it, get out of here!"

"Think about what I was still doing when I was eight years old. I didn't have that talent and didn't know how to work hard. I was still a chuunin in my teens, and I didn't know how to be embarrassed."

The morning stall lady suddenly shouted angrily like a lion roaring from the east of the river, scolding the two members of the police force.

"Huang, it's so early again, do you want to come and have a bowl of noodles?"

Then she immediately changed her attitude and called to the young man passing by. Her enthusiastic look was completely different from before.

Hearing this, Uchiha Ara's pace of trying to escape silently faltered. After taking a few steps forward in a panic, he finally stopped.

"No, thanks."

After saying that, he walked towards the outside of the clan again, but suddenly he felt much better.

"Mom, do you really not know what he did when he was sparring with Itachi?"

"Sneak attack from behind for mere fame and fortune!"

"It's spread throughout the clan, why are you still treating him like this?"

It wasn't until the criminal was out of sight that a member of the police department who had just been reprimanded spoke again, his tone full of complaints.

In my memory, it had been a long time since my mother had scolded me like this, especially for an outsider who had been blamed!

"Do you really think so too?"

The stall owner's wife looked away and asked slowly.

Although she has no chakra in her body and cannot become a ninja, as the proprietress of a small shop, she has a vision that many people do not have.

"yes."

Almost without any second thought, the man responded through gritted teeth.

Regarding this matter, their companions in the same circle have already scolded him like crazy, thinking that Ara had lost the face of the Uchiha clan.

After receiving the answer, the aunt's face suddenly darkened, and her words began to sound a bit harsh:

"If you can persist in training for five years, rain or shine, from morning to night, no matter what you become, you will be my pride!"

"Besides, what has he fought against with this status and strength over the years?"

"I heard your captain mentioned that Huang's house only has half a box of military ration pills!"

"With this kind of energy, will you be obsessed with fame and fortune?"

Speaking of urgency, she suddenly picked up the tablecloth on the side and started to drive the two of them away:

"Gungungun, don't eat it, go on patrol, you'll get angry just by looking at it!"

"Auntie, why did you hit me too?"

The ninjas who were affected felt a little aggrieved. The morning shift had to patrol until noon, and in this extremely early morning, there were not many breakfast shops at all.

The most important thing is that he only took one bite.

"I fought for your mother. If you are not convinced, go back and ask. If you are hungry, just take the soldiers' food pills!"

The aunt put her hands on her hips and looked domineering.

"Huang, I haven't seen you for a few days and I'm really not used to it. Come and help grandma carry the vegetable basket."

"Ara, when are you free to help Haru with some ninjutsu lessons?"

"...."

As Huang was walking down the street in the morning, his eyes began to turn red and he couldn't help but lower his gaze. He didn't want others to see him like this.

"I'm fifteen minutes late today."

The familiar voice reached my ears again.

Looking up, Yashiro Uchiha was standing at the entrance of the clan. There was a slight halo on his clothes, as if he had been standing here very early.

"Uncle Yashiro."

Huang said hello respectfully.

Looking at the boy in front of him, Uchiha Yashiro suddenly felt a soreness on the tip of his nose. He had prepared a night of comfort, and his words of encouragement also dissipated at this moment.

The other party looked sensible and obviously did not need his own guidance.

"Hey, don't lose it next time."

He handed over the horizontal knife in his hand.

The clan is no longer allowed to supply any resources to Huang, but the previous ninja tools will naturally not be counted.

This chakra knife was fished out of the lake by Yashiro and it took a lot of time.

"Thank you, Uncle Yashiro."

Holding the familiar handle of the knife, the tears in Huang's eyes could no longer be held back.

And at the far corner of the street, a figure stood quietly. He silently watched everything on the road and didn't know what he was thinking.

.......

"Stop, you are not welcome here."

The stern words of righteousness and clear-cut restraint blocked Uchiha Ara outside the clan's exclusive training ground.

In the field of vision were three young tribesmen, who looked no older than Huang. The forehead protectors tied between their foreheads proved that they were at least genin-level ninjas.

On weekdays, they had no contact with each other.

No.

The leader seems to be named Uchiha Naoki. He is five years older than Aara. He has good qualifications. He is always in the top three in the same-level examination in the academy. He once challenged Aara privately, but after being beaten up, he never had contact with him again.

At this moment, there was joy and mockery in his eyes.

Although the two tribesmen behind Yu Zhi did not speak, the disdain on their expressions could still be easily discerned.

Huang didn't speak. He silently glanced at the tribesmen in front of him and then turned around and left.

This rejection is nothing at all.

"Hmph, you are self-aware, but you still want to replace Itachi?"

"ridiculous."

Naishu's ridicule came from behind.

Huang's footsteps also paused, his body turned slightly sideways, and his eyes were filled with coldness. That person's name was the thing he hated most, nothing more.

Seeing this, Uchiha Nashu suddenly stopped talking, and a trace of panic surged from the bottom of his heart.

He remembered the fear of being defeated by a random opponent, and the opponent dared to attack even the clan leader's son!

However, Ara finally suppressed the restlessness in his heart and walked towards Konoha City, where there were other training grounds.

However, Nashu's good luck did not extend to others...
To be continued...