Naruto: Konoha’s Kanpu - Chapter 17

[Chapter 17 Cold Wind VS Ito 2 Fat]

“Then, the opening test officially begins!”

Isamu Kashima took out a notebook and a pen out of nowhere, and said enthusiastically, “Iruka, come first, choose your opponent!”

Iruka walked out of the crowd, looked around, and finally settled on Red Bean.

“Red bean, please advise!”

“Humph.”

Hongdou snorted arrogantly, pushed aside the crowd and walked to the edge of the training ground, took a bag of Kunai without a striker and tied it to his lap, and said casually, “Iruka, you idiot will regret it.”

“Kunai and Shuriken don’t have an edge, but they can’t attack the key points of their classmates. Iruka, Red Bean, and others, do you understand?”

“Yes!”

Everyone responded, and then, Hongdou took the lead.

She took out two kunai from the ninja bag on her leg and threw them at Iruka.

Kunai turned into an afterimage in the air and shot towards Iruka’s left and right hands.

Iruka bent down slightly, clenched his right hand tightly, and with a ‘scandium’, one of the kunai shot from the crotch, and the other one could only be picked up with his body.

Fortunately, Kunwu did not start the attack. Although he was smashed and painful, he was not injured and bleed.

“Come again!” Iruka rushed towards the red beans with gritted teeth.

Anko’s face was tense, and while backing quickly to keep a distance from Iruka, he took out the kunai from the ninja bag and threw it at Iruka. In just ten seconds, Anko threw out most of the bag of kunai. As for the opposite Iruka is already bruised!

“So far, Iruka, you are very good, but the winner of this test is Red Bean.”

Isamu Kashima regretfully stopped Iruka’s actions and said, “Conclude the seal of reconciliation.”

“Hum, hum, hum hum…”

Hongdou happily hummed a song, walked to Iruka’s side, signed a seal of reconciliation with him, and said, “Iruka, you won’t be mad at me, will you?”

Iruka shook his head: “Of course not, but it really hurts.”

“Sorry sorry, next time I’ll take it lightly, hehe.”

“There will be no next time, I will definitely defeat you next time!” Iruka said seriously.

At the same time, Kashima Yuya swiftly recorded the performances of Red Bean and Iruka in a notebook, and then picked people again.

“Itoji, come here!”

“Yes!”

Itoji was a little fat man. After taking a handful of kunai and walking to the training ground, he turned to look at the crowd. At this time, the originally silent crowd had gradually become agitated!

Most of the people in the class looked at Futaba Ito with glowing eyes, and that look of eagerness was very much like a saucy boy who met his first love.

“Second brother, choose me!”

“Chef Ito, choose me, choose me!”

“I am, I am the weakest, choose me!”

Everyone can’t wait to raise their hands, wanting to play and fight with Ito Erpang!

So motivated?

Could this little fat man be the prettiest kid in our class?

Cold wind eyes lit up.

At the same time, Izumo Shenyue came to Han Feng’s side at some point, and said, “Chan Feng, I think you should go.”

Gang Zitie, who was inseparable from him, was also there: “Cold Wind, this is your only chance!”

chance…?

Sure enough, as I thought, the dream of a chef, Ito Erpang, is the tail of the crane in Class 8. Whoever gets on will win that kind of thing!

Han Feng was overjoyed, secretly thinking that with his ‘excellence’, he should be able to stand out from the crowd and be concerned by Erpang Ito, so he hurriedly pushed through the crowd and walked to the front, looking at Erpang Ito calmly.

Seemingly sensing Han Feng’s eyes, Itoji’s eyes fell on Han Feng, his eyes lit up, the hero cherished the hero, and the index finger pointed: “I choose him, I choose Han Feng!”

and many more!

The cold wind frowned: How fat is this exciting style of painting!

The cold wind returns,

I saw Izumo Shenyue and Gang Zitie, as well as Red Bean and Iruka, who had just ended, were looking at him expectantly.

The cold wind is a little bit.

Aren’t these two fat guys the tail of a crane?

Or is it that he hangs more seriously than him?

Long live!

Han Feng was busy searching in his mind, and soon, he found the memory of this fat man.

Itoji, 7 years old, dreams of being a chef, fighting against the five scumbags, his grades are very stable in class 8, and he has never ranked third from the bottom!

This result is as stable as the cold wind.

‘It turns out that Ito Erpang is the biggest stumbling block on my way to protect the second and the third!

‘

Hanfeng feels his life goal: that is to surpass Ito Erpang!

“Cold wind, please choose your sword!” Kajima Yu saw him standing still for a long time, so he couldn’t help urging.

Han Feng nodded solemnly, went to the sidelines and began to choose swords. The blades of the swords here are all flat, and the tip of the sword is also flat, no different from a stick.

And when Han Feng selected a sword, the rest of the students looked at the field with regret, especially the student who was in the top three with Han Feng and Ito Erpang, it was even more uncomfortable, and there was a kind of abandonment. Feel.

After a while, Han Feng had already selected a sword, then walked to the center of the training ground, looked at Ito Er with a solemn expression, and said, “Ito Er Fatty, let’s go!”

“My name is Itoji, not Itoji Fatty!” Itoji corrected Hanfeng’s name, and then shouted, “I’m up!”

Ito Fu’s fat and greasy hands clenched Kunai tightly, and dashed towards the cold wind with small steps.

Han Feng raised his sword in front of him, his feet were uneven, and seeing Erpang Ito getting closer, Han Feng remained motionless.

Although the cold wind is still the cold wind, the soul in the cold wind is already a mature soul, so in the face of Ito Erpang’s charge, he did not have to dodge or counterattack impatiently.

At this time, Ito Futian had already rushed half a meter in front of Han Feng, roaring and stabbing Kunai.

that’s it?

No technical content at all?

Cold wind hesitantly dodged to the side, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com Waiting for Erpang Ito’s Kuwu to cross him, Hanfeng stretched out his foot and directly tripped Erpang Ito to the dog to eat grass, and then he Put the sword against Er Fatty’s vest.

“I, I lost!”

Ito Erpang was lying on the ground, looking back at the long sword in his vest, and looking at the cold wind with a complicated expression, as if the cold wind had taken away the number one in the world that belonged to him!

However, Han Feng looked at Erpang Ito with an innocent look on his face: How can the original body be able to hang out with him in the ‘top three’?

Thanks to his impatient collection, he doesn’t need it at all. In Class 8, he is the king of bronzes!

“How is that possible? Itoji was killed by the cold wind?”

“What happened just now? Why did Itoji suddenly fall down?”

“When did the cold wind become so strong?”

The onlookers were amazed and talked a lot.

“Cold wind, yes, I really didn’t expect your fighting consciousness to increase so much.”

Isamu Kashima quickly wrote down the key points in his notebook, and then explained loudly, “Futu Ito…cough, Ito-san rushed in front of Hankaze-san just now, but Hankaze-san was very calm and didn’t react impatiently or dodge. , but waited for the moment when Ito Jie-san made a move, and then turned sideways to easily avoid Kunai, then quickly stretched out his feet, and tripped him with the help of Ito Jie-san’s running inertia. Very good! Cold wind, you must have done this summer vacation. Hard training, right?”

Han Feng couldn’t help but think of the days when he took a nap and had dinner every day after he crossed over, and nodded solemnly: “Yes, I have suffered a lot.”

“Come on, keep at it, you will definitely become an excellent ninja!” Kashima Isamu encouraged.

“I see, thank you teacher!” Han Feng nodded solemnly.

[End of this Chapter]