Long Live The Hokage Chapter 38: Reaper mask

　　 three years later.

　　 "Teacher, do you think my monkey mask is cute?"

　　 Masahiko looked at the monkey mask with Yizi's face on the face.

　　 It may be that the family has been too stable in recent years. There are more and more children in the family. Somehow, the mask is liked by more and more children. Just today, the family held the first Mask offering.

　　 "Teacher..." Seeing Masahiko distracted, shouting in disappointment.

　　 "Oh, beautiful, beautiful... How about the two of them?" Masahiko recovered and asked about the whereabouts of the other two students.

　　 "Jing Hitomi is still practicing, so he refuses to come." Yi Zi pouted, "Sister Nana is also choosing a mask..."

　　 Masahiko nodded to show her understanding.

　　 These three years, Jing Tong has been the most satisfying student. It may be that the self-limiting practice method is really useful, or it may be that his physical skill is really high. Only 11-year-old Jing Tong has reached a level of tolerance in physical surgery. Sometimes Zheng Yan and he practice against each other. You can be ugly if you are serious.

　　 Haruka Masahiko sometimes wants to use self-limitation to practice, but eventually gives up. Because he feels that Jing Tong is developing in the direction of Kai and Xiao Li...

　　As for Yizi, the 9-year-old feels the same as she did three years ago, and still looks like a little boy. Occasionally, Jiaoyan feels that she has a daughter. The skill of learning ninjutsu is terrible, not only catches up to the speed of Masahiko, but also teaches her the level B and below of Feng Dun and Huo Dun, and Masahiko plans to teach her the Spiral Pill series after a while. As long as she grows up and the amount of Chakra is larger, she will become a true ninjutsu fort.

　　The last student...

　　 "Teacher, I'm here. Let's see if my mask is handsome!" Masahiko just thought of this, and Nanako's shout came.

　　 Masahiko reluctantly looked up. In the past few years, Nanako has shown his nature after he has fully mingled with Masahiko. Usually a courteous and polite, Xiaojia Jasper's virtuous appearance, occasionally reveals the careless side of his character, or the spicy side. Masahiko suspects that she has a personality like Sakura.

　　Looking at the mask she chose, she knows which girl would choose a mask of death.

　　 Wait... The mask of death?

　　 Masahiko’s complexion changed, and carefully looked at Nanako’s mask and said, "Nanako, the mask is good. Show me."

　　 "Teacher, you didn't look at my mask..." Yi Zi on the side spoke dissatisfiedly.

　　 Masahiko ignored it, and took the mask that Nanako handed over. After careful examination, she was slightly relieved.

　　 "Is it just a similar shape?" Masahiko murmured, and did not find any death in the mask. "But why is Nanako?"

　　 Masahiko still cares a bit, because Nanako's learning of seals has been progressing rapidly in the past three years, and it wouldn't be a surprise if she could develop the ghoul Fengjin Masahiko one day in the future.

　　 "Let's pay attention a little bit..." Masahiko gave the mask to Nanako, turned her head to look at the mouth of Yizi who can hang the oil bottle.

　　 "Iko, show me the monkey mask."

　　 took the monkey mask handed over by Yizi. Masahiko looked at it and took him to his face.

　　 "Teacher, you are like a monkey!" Yi Zi said happily.

　　 Masahiko's face was black, and she passed the mask back.

　　 "I am probably a monkey sent by a monkey..."

　　No matter whether the two students can’t understand this stalk, Masahiko continues to say, "Let’s go and go to the mask festival together."

　　 took two students to the intra-clan market, and the many goods on weekdays were all replaced with masks.

　　 animal masks, character masks, and death masks...

　　 Masahiko has no interest in animal masks, which is suitable for children. Character mask...

　　 "Damn, why are there masks designed based on me? Still funny style."

　　 Masahiko's eyes widened and she looked at the stall owner, her face darkened.

　　 "Isn't this the original second elder of our vortex family? Isn't that why we went home to provide for the elderly? How did we sell the mask?"

　　 "Zhengyan," Xuanzheng Zhenghong glanced at Zhengyan with a smile, "I haven't been busy in the past few years, so I made a few masks. My grandson doesn't like it, so I can only sell it."

　　 "How old are your grandchildren? Actually, I don't like masks, children like them..." Masahiko wondered.

　　 "My grandson is 11 years old... but only knows cultivation all day." The whirlpool was suddenly paused and smiled.

　　 Masahiko’s face was black, "Your grandson, won’t be Jing Tong." See Xuanzheng Zhenghong nodded, "You dare to let me teach you grandson, we used to have some grudges..."

　　 "Almost 50 years have passed. I haven’t cared about the past grievances. I believe you too. And after Hui Ye’s war, I believe you are the best person to be Jing Tong." Open mouth.

　　 "I have let go of the old grudges," Masahiko said, "but we have new grudges, and you violate my right to portrait."

　　 "What right?"

　　 "Portrait right!" Masahiko pointed to the mask~IndoMTL.com~ No more, I turned around and wanted to take two students away.

　　 "Teacher, wait a minute!" Nanako interrupted.

Ten minutes later, Masahiko looked helplessly as Nanako put on the Masahiko mask.

　　 "Ah, the legal consciousness of these people is too weak. After the establishment of wooden leaves between the pillars, he must be reminded to strengthen the legal awareness of the villagers!" Masahiko shook her head, chanting words that no one could understand.

　　 "Teacher, this is where I bought the mask!" Nanako's words interrupted Masahiko's thoughts. Masahiko looked up, and various masks of death came into view.

　　 walked to the booth, the stall owner warmly said, "Welcome Lord Masahiko to come! Is there anything needed?" Seeing Nanako behind Masahiko, froze for a moment, "This little girl also wants other styles of death masks Did you have a good vision before, you bought the only kind of death mask that is not the same..."

　　Nanako heard the praise and was excited to step forward, but was stopped by Masahiko.

　　 "The only one? Not the same? Why did you make only one of these masks?" Masahiko asked doubtfully.

　　 "Uh, I didn’t actually make that mask." The stall owner spoke up and said, "The other masks are all made by myself, only the one I turned out of the house. This mask looks still I’ll take the new one and sell it by the way. I’m not sure it might be passed down by my grandfather, so I will lose money...”

　　 "Speaking of my ancestors, I used to be a big man in the country of fire..."

　　 "Okay, I know." Masahiko interrupted the stall owner's torrents and said, "Yoko, Nanako, let's go back."

　　 "I’m not sure, this mask is really left by the big guys..."