Long Live The Hokage

“Great Elder Lord, we are ashamed of you!” The three vortex Elite Chunin said in unison, let Masahiko corner of the mouth twitches.

Shaking one’s head, it seems really necessary to see how Yizi trained them.

“Okay, it’s okay, Jonin’s joint exam, all of you are elites, you still need to improve your strength. I’ll teach you Sealing Jutsu is a bit late, go back and think about it, and teach me those of you The three of you can officially join the patrol and become Jonin. “

“Yes! Great Elder!”

Masahiko waved helplessly and sent them away to the Konoha Stadium.

It’s early days, not many people here, only a few people in the seal class are setting up the barrier. Masahiko looked around and muttered in his heart: “Today, Morning Peacock, iron sand barrier, Sage Jiraiya, Yin Seal Tsunade … I feel that the barriers arranged by Jonin may not be able to defend.”

“Well, busy …” Masahiko sighed and began to help with the arrangement.

In less than an hour, the commoner audience entered one after another. Masahiko had already arranged the barriers and lay on the throne of Daimyo.

“Masahiko Lord?” Just when Masahiko felt like he was about to sleep, Chiyo’s voice made him awake.

Masahiko looked up. The audience was almost full on the court, and many commoners were pointing at him.

“Ah, here, I almost fell asleep.” Masahiko looked at the three children behind Chiyo and responded with nodded.

Chiyo took a seat next to Masahiko and said, “Masahiko Lord, you sit here …”

“Nothing, you can rely on age to show of age when you are older, and you will be treated like me after 30-40 years …” Masahiko said, looking behind Chiyo, “Well, Puppet three people group ,Hello you all.”

Chiyo frowned, “Masahiko Lord, Misha is not Puppeteer, you were yesterday …”

“I saw it, but he will do it in the future.” Masahiko snickered twice without explaining.

“Misha big brother, are you going to be a Puppeteer?”

“No.” Third-Kazakage a confused face in the future.

In two sentences, Tobirama accompanied Daimyo to the test venue, and Daimyo embarrassedly found that he had no place.

Tobirama startedled, and said nothing. He waved an Anbu and asked him to get another chair.

“Second grandfather, come early.”

Masahiko laughed, “Relying on the barrier class of Konoha is not necessarily enough for today’s exam.”

Tobirama nodded, “Thank you.”

Soon, Anbu moved a chair and placed it next to Masahiko. Daimyo took it easy.

Masahiko’s voice only rang in Tobirama’s ears. “Well, second grandfather is right, Daimyo knows.”

Tobirama froze, didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

After finishing the exam yesterday, Tobirama found Masahiko and asked him what he thought of Daimyo’s visit this time, whether he still wanted to use Ryo to control Konoha.

Masahiko told him that Daimyo knew what it would be like to be Daimyo. Just as expected, today Masahiko used a stool grab to probe, and Daimyo didn’t say anything.

Of course, it may be difficult to say anything about Masahiko at such an age.

In the field, the first group players have already entered the field, Might Duy and Hohzuki half month.

Masahiko smiled and turned his head. “Chiyo, who do you think can win?”

Chiyo stunned, “The ninja of Hohzuki clan can be hydrated. As far as I know, the ninja of your Konoha should only be Taijutsu, and the winner should be no suspense.”

Masahiko laughed without saying a word, and the scene was really bad for Might Duy.

But ten minutes later, Dai figured out Hohzuki’s half-moon shot, and Gate of View turned on. Even if Hohzuki was hydrated, he was severely injured by Morning Peacock and carried out by Medical-nin.

Masahiko shrugged, “Chiyo, you guessed wrong.”

Chiyo was not frustrated, laughed, “I didn’t expect him to do Eight-Inner Gates training like this.”

Masahiko froze, “You know this Jutsu?”

“Before in battlefield, I played against your disciple.”

“Is that so?” Masahiko muttered. “Then you can still live, Jing Tong is not serious.”

Chiyo smiled and didn’t get angry, “Ah, thankfully he started off leniently.”

Speaking of them, the two of them in the second stage have already entered, Chunsun of Tsunade and Aburame Clan.

“Chiyo, what about these two people? Who loses and who wins?”

Chiyo hesitated, “It should be the ninja victory of that Aburame Clan …”

Masahiko looked towards the field, the battle has begun. Looks-at Tsunade keeps hand sealing, Fire-Style is issued one after another, it is really awkward. In his memory, Tsunade has basically been fighting with Chakra Enhanced Strength.

The scene froze, and there was a layer of scorched insect corpse on the ground.

But heaven knows how many insects that Aburame clansman hid on his body, batch after batch, for Masahiko’s scalp feeling numb.

Tsunade wasn’t stingy at all, and was extremely ferocious. In the memory of Masahiko, Tsunade’s first-year banquet was scared to tears by the insect gift of the Aburame family, and it is estimated that he had enemies.

Even the Yin Seal that Masahiko and Mito teamed up to her was useless, defeating the oil female ninja.

“Good!” A shout from Daimyo beside Masahiko gave a stun, and he clasped his ears helplessly.

“Retaliation?”

Turned his head and looked towards Chiyo, “Chiyo, you guessed wrong again.”

Chiyo said nothing, glanced at behind him, “Misa will definitely win.” The tone was confident.

Masahiko laughed, “Calm down, your mouth may be open today.”

Although Chiyo didn’t know anything about opening up, his heart raised.

“Let me introduce you. The ninja against your village ninja is called Jiraiya. It is a commoner ninja and the lowest ranking in Academy.”

Chiyo relaxed. “That Misha won.”

Masahiko laughed without saying a word.

After half an hour…

Jiraiya, who was covered in bruises, posed in a victory posture. A shiny tooth reflected in the field, next to the already unconscious Misha.

“Chiyo, you guessed wrong again.”

Chiyo’s countenance changed, “Masahiko Lord, the sudden power that the ninja of your village just got should not belong to him. If I read correctly, it should be your Chakra, this …”

Masahiko waved his hand. “You all asked Jonin to participate in the competition, but I just gave a good piece to Chunin. What else do you think?”

“Mother …” the red-haired youngster came over behind him.

Chiyo glanced back at him and sighed after a while. “It’s okay, you two go to see Misha. He shouldn’t have suffered much injuries.”

Point nodded to Masahiko, “Forget it, let Konoha use external force, Misha is doing a good job.”

Masahiko laughed, “Misa is two years older than him. Who knows the future?”

“Also, our victory is thanks to you. The ninjas you predicted today have all lost.”

Chiyo froze, looking complex.