Uchiha’s God of Muscle

  Chapter 23 Personality Modification of Nephew (Physical)

   "It was the person who dealt with the spies of Yuyin Village on the street some time ago. You told us to pay attention."

  Remind at the right time at the root.

   Oh, I remembered.

   Danzo narrowed his eyes like a poisonous snake.

  His Assistant Hokage is the second in command of Konoha Village. He basically has a look at all the big and small things that happen in the village, so he has seen Uchiha Dan's name in the report.

This person.

   seems to be a hidden strong man, but his personality is perverse and rebellious on weekdays.

   Judgment, Danzo's interest was successfully aroused.

   "Bring Itachi to see me." He pondered for a few seconds and ordered to the two roots.

   "Yes." The two immediately retreated.

   Itachi graduated from the ninja school early, and Konoha senior officials such as the third generation disagreed. It was Danzo who saw Itachi's potential and insisted on passing it.

   Later, Itachi, as a Uchiha, was able to join Anbu smoothly, thanks to Danzo's recommendation.

   Of course, this is not gratuitous.

   Between Danzo and Itachi, some kind of deal was reached.

   "Ryoma, follow up and have a look. When the time is right, bring that Uchiha cut too." Danzo thought for a while, and gave another order.

   "Yes, Danzo-sama." In the darkness, someone agreed.

   "It's time to go out for a walk and bask in the sun."

  Danzo looked down at the bandage on his right arm. Although his arm was aching after surgery, it also gave him more strength.

   Leaning on crutches, he walked out of the dark and cold root base and returned to the sunlight.

   Evening, gymnasium.

   "Itachi, you are here again." Samui greeted Uchiha Itachi who entered the door.

   "Hello." Itachi bowed politely as usual, and then came to the backyard of the gym under the guidance of Samui.

   The yard.

   Duan is rare and elegant, holding a watering can, slowly watering the flowers.

   Looking at Duan Tall's back.

  Itachi hesitated for a while, and then said:

   "Uncle, I have caused you trouble these two days. If you don't want to see me, I won't come again, but please...don't tell my father."

  He knew that his uncle had never liked him.

  Even if he goes against his father's wishes, even if he can't complete the monitoring task assigned by the third generation, he doesn't want to stay here any longer.

   After finishing speaking, Itachi bowed to Duan's back and wanted to leave.

   "Why do you think so?"

  The broken voice suddenly sounded.

  He stopped watering the flowers, turned around and looked at his nephew, and said lightly:

   "I promised my brother-in-law that I will take good care of you. So from today on, you can follow me to exercise and practice."

"…yes."

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   Itachi looked shocked, but finally agreed hesitantly, he really couldn't figure out what his uncle was thinking.

   Duan stepped aside, put down the watering can, and washed his hands by the way.

  He recently had some new views on Itachi, his nephew.

   Uchiha Itachi may indeed be born with a cold-blooded psychosis, but it is undeniable that the acquired growth environment also had a great impact on his personality.

  Look at the people he has been in contact with since childhood.

  Fuyue, a father who took his 4-year-old son to the battlefield to kill people, did not understand his son's thoughts at all.

  Zhishui, a naive, paranoid, stubborn idealist who sticks to the will of fire, has become Itachi's guide.

  Danzo, a wily brainwashing master who only wants to use Itachi.

  A young man, served by such a group of crouching dragons and phoenixes in turn, and as a double agent caught between the family and the village, bears unparalleled pressure.

  Under such circumstances, it's hard not to get mad.

   But right now.

   It will be more than two years before Itachi committed the heinous crime of genocide, and there may be room for redemption.

   I decided that I didn't want to interfere with Itachi's affairs before, because my "physical transformation" has not been completed, and I think I am not capable enough.

   Now it's different.

   Itachi Uchiha is, after all, the son of his sister Mikoto.

  If Itachi really wanted to kill his mother in the future, Duan would have no choice but to kill this nephew, even if Miqin would be heartbroken because of the loss of her son.

  Meiqin is the only family member Duan cares about. He doesn't want to see his sister shed tears in the future.

so.

  From now on, I plan to carry out "personality modification" on Itachi.

   "Then let's start right away, let me see your current strength. Let me tell you first, I don't know anything about ninjutsu, I can only guide you in physical jutsu and illusion."

   Straight to the point, he beckoned to Itachi and motioned for his nephew to come over.

  Uncle also knows illusion?

   Itachi was taken aback. He always thought that his uncle was a pure body art specialist, and he had never seen his uncle use illusion.

  But it makes sense when you think about it carefully, after all—which Uchiha can't use illusion?

  So.

   "Please advise."

   Itachi bowed again, and when he looked up, his eyes had turned into scarlet three-goed jade.

  In an instant, the eyes of the uncle and nephew met.

   Shua.

  Itachi's eyes released a shock of pupil power, and launched an illusion sneak attack without hesitation.

Um?

  Suddenly he was careless, and saw his nephew disappearing out of thin air, turning into countless crows, pounced on him from all directions.

   But the next second.

"Roar!"

   A mid-spirited roar came out from the severed throat, and thunder broke out in the yard like a flat ground. The sound formed a kind of spiritual shock and swept away.

   "Quack!"

  All the crows fluttered their wings, and were shattered by this energy amidst screaming, and the figure of Itachi reappeared in Duan's field of vision, and the latter had already killed him impressively.

   Bang bang bang.

  The fists and feet of the two sides collided continuously, drawing afterimages, and they fought dozens of times in a short period of time.

   Itachi is worthy of the name of a genius, even in the face of Duan who is far superior to him in size and strength, he can still fight hard and fight back and forth with his uncle.

  In his scarlet pupils, Sangouyu turned quickly, catching every movement of Duan with powerful dynamic vision, trying to find the latter's flaws.

  As a result, he soon discovered that... Uncle was full of flaws all over his body!

   Don't miss this opportunity.

   Itachi didn't have time to think about it, and seized the opportunity to shoot consecutively, hitting the broken thigh, chest, back and other parts in succession.

   Then he understood.

   It's not because there are too many flaws, but because of its rough skin and thick flesh, it doesn't bother to defend at all.

  Itachi's fists and feet hit Duan's body, not only couldn't break through the defense, but it was like hitting an iron plate, and he was in excruciating pain.

  The difference in physical strength between the two is too great.

at this time.

   Succeeded to draw in the abdomen and straighten the chest, and then blew out in one breath.

   woo woo woo.

  This breath instantly turned into a gust of wind, accompanied by ear-piercing whistling, rolled up flying sand and rocks, hitting Itachi's body like a cannonball.

   Violent and fierce.

   This is not some wind escape ninjutsu, it is simply the gas blown out by the function of human lungs.

  Itachi was caught off guard and was blown upside down, losing his balance in mid-air.

  But he didn't panic in the slightest. Instead, he quickly formed a tiger mark with both hands, and opened his mouth to spray.

Art fire escape **** fireball.

   Hoo!

  A scorching fireball fell from the sky and hit Duan Dang's head.

  Fire against wind.

  The breath that Duan blew out was actually used by Duan to fuel the power of Hao Fireball and make it burn more violently.

   Itachi is worthy of the name of a genius, and has no shortcomings in ninja, body, and illusion.

   Face Howe Fireball.

  Duan had no intention of dodging, and directly met it with his body, and slashed with a hand knife, splitting the big fireball in half from the middle.

   Hao fireball, the art of kindness.

  It is difficult to pose a threat to strong enemies, and more often it is used as a feint to confuse the enemy's sight or distract them.

   Ferret does just that.

   Whoosh, whoosh.

  The moment Hao's fireball was broken, a large number of shurikens flew towards him.

  clang clang.

  They collided and changed directions one after another in the air, and finally surrounded him from all angles, aiming at all parts of his body.

"sharp."

  Praised one sentence, this kind of delicate shuriken manipulation not only requires years of hard training, but also involves a lot of knowledge in physics and mathematics.

   is a technique that only a genius like Itachi, who possesses both intelligence and force, can master.

   Not like breaking.

  As his muscles get stronger and stronger, he becomes less and less lazy to think about problems with his brain. after all-

   If there is any problem, just use your muscles to solve it.

  Like this menacing shuriken offensive.

   Duan stood motionless on the spot, but tensed the muscles of his whole body, and immediately activated the body of the golden bell, blocking all the shurikens.

  He frowned and asked Itachi:

   "Why did you show mercy and didn't aim at my eyes and crotch and other fatal parts, are you looking down on my uncle?"

  Although the broken body is as strong as steel, the weak point like the eyes is still very fragile, and it is afraid of being attacked.

  It is equivalent to the life gate of the golden bell.

"I…"

   Itachi had just opened his mouth, but he took a step of seven or eight meters, and punched his nephew.

   um.

   This punch seemed simple and unpretentious, but it squirmed slightly at a very high frequency, giving people a sense of emptiness.

   In Itachi's eyes.

  Everything in the world seems to be rapidly moving away from him until it disappears, and finally there is only a piece of whiteness left, and—

   Broken fist.

  The fist became bigger and bigger, and finally it was as tall as a thousand-meter mountain, but Itachi himself became as small as an ant, unable to move under the pressure of the mountain.

  This is...an illusion!

   Itachi suddenly came back to his senses, resisted with the power of Sharingan pupils, and finally broke free from the illusion and returned to reality.

   And at this time, the broken fist has arrived.

Snapped!

  At the last moment, he turned his fist into a palm and slapped Itachi on the face.

   Itachi felt his eyes go dark, so he flew out like a cloud and fog, and finally hit a pillar in the corridor with a "bang".

  He was buzzing in his head, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't tell the north, south, east, and west.

   It took a long time to get up from the ground.

   "Itachi, are you... okay?"

  Samui hurriedly stepped forward to check on Itachi's injuries, and found that Itachi's mouth was covered in blood, and even a few teeth had been slapped out.

   Half of his face was swollen.

   Horrible.

  This is Uchiha Duan's "Personality Correction Palm".

  He is the same as Uzumaki Naruto, he is clumsy and not good at preaching, and he is not sure to change Itachi's thoughts from the spiritual level, so he can only change it from the physical level.

From today.

  Decided to officially educate the nephew as an uncle, so that Itachi can return to the right path.

   "The curator..."

  Samui picked up Itachi's teeth and asked Duan with his eyes if the shot was too hard.

   "It's okay, at his age it's time to change teeth, all the ones that fall out should be deciduous teeth." Juan didn't take it seriously.

   Ferret: "..."

  He really wanted to say that the teeth that had been slapped off by his uncle had just grown out.

   But he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he could only swallow his grievances.