Breakfast is ordinary omelette, milk and bread.

There is also a plate of specialty snacks.

"Good children can't be picky eaters."

Hitomi clasped her hands together, and after giving a special instruction, she whispered, "I'm going to start."

Minato looked at the pile of colorful bugs in front of him and swallowed hard.

Ah, this.

There was no cooking at all, just dipping sauce.

It has been a few months since I became Chong Ji's disciple, but I still haven't gotten used to it yet.

This kind of cuisine is still a bit too challenging for people.

"Isn't my cooking delicious?"

Hitomi looked at Minato with an oppressive smile.

Shaking his head violently, Shui Shui forced a smile and said: "No, no, no! Master Hitomi Sai Gao!"

"Eat more." Nodding with satisfaction, Hitomi said, "Don't tell me now that you're still afraid of bugs."

You are definitely scarier.

Minato picked up the chopsticks tangledly, put it into his mouth with his eyes closed, and chewed mechanically.

It has nothing to do with deliciousness. The juicy and unique taste explodes in your mouth. The complex dipping sauce taste barely suppresses the strong fishy smell of live insects and an unspeakable bitter taste. It is more from physiological to psychological There are a series of uncomfortable reactions that cannot be ignored.

After reluctantly swallowing it again

"vomit"

Minato felt uncomfortably violent and retched, and tears burst out uncontrollably.

It's not that I want to cry, it's just my body's instinct.

It was so unpalatable.

This is not consistent with Hitomi's cooking skills.

How could it be made so delicious?

"Huh?" Hitomi snorted lightly.

This happened almost every day, and he was so used to it that he didn't even dare to spit it out.

But those who didn't know thought that Hitomi was abusing little Minato.

Minato swallowed hard and painfully.

"Good boy." Hitomi nodded with satisfaction and began to eat her meal, but there was no plate of colorful meat and insects in front of her.

Who wants to eat that disgusting stuff?

This is a part of cultivation, the cultivation of willpower.

Secondly, these insects with high nutritional energy will replenish the energy consumed during hard training in the following day.

After breakfast, Minato consciously put away the tableware, put on an apron and washed the dishes and chopsticks. His small figure stood on a stool and diligently washed the dishes. After the meal, he consciously went to the yard to start practicing for the day.

Sitting on the corridor holding a glass of juice, Hitomi watched Minato doing his homework.

Because he is a genius, he learns very quickly, so he doesn’t have to put much thought into teaching it over and over again.

This reminded Hitomi of a certain green-skinned frog that he taught before.

Learning things is like heaven and earth.

What a genius idiot.

With Hitomi's current knowledge, this point is becoming clearer and clearer.

The ceiling is there. As long as you keep moving forward, you will touch the invisible ceiling.

Whether you are a genius or a fool, you will always hit your own ceiling.

The only difference is the speed of progress.

And the ceilings of some so-called geniuses are often on the same level as the ceilings of so-called idiots.

Once a genius reaches the ceiling and stops, it's easy to be caught up by an idiot trying harder.

Those who can constantly break their own limits and surpass the ceiling are always called monsters.

The green-skinned frog is a typical monster, constantly pushing its limits.

As for whether Minato has such qualifications, Hitomi can't tell yet.

Fortunately, the ceiling in Watergate is very, very high.

It should be very difficult to break through.

"Taijutsu is the most important thing." Hitomi said: "You can't inherit Miki's ninjutsu, but if you want to master the flying thunder god's technique, your reflexes must be excellent enough."

"You must practice until all your movements are engraved in your bones and blood, turning them into instinctive beast reactions. You can continue to fight even if you are unconscious and unconscious."

"This will save you a lot of thinking time in combat."

There's no way it can be done!

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Minato's forehead while he was doing push-ups.

Master Hitomi's training is simple, rough, and hellish.

Minato had seen this all this time.

In comparison

Master Tsunade's training is to be beaten. After being beaten, he will be healed and he will continue to be beaten. He said that he must learn to heal himself in the future, and then continue to be beaten.

It was more difficult for Master Jiri to keep up with the rhythm. Some of the techniques were understood by the brain but not by the hands. How could he develop a ninjutsu by himself? He had obviously not learned a few powerful ninjutsus.

The real teacher, Chong Ji, seemed to teach nothing, except endorsements.

In contrast, Minato is still more willing to accept the guidance of Master Hitomi to practice, and Master Hitomi is not very strict.

Hitomi is only strict with herself, but is very tolerant towards others.

When it comes to cultivation, hard work will never lie.

Moreover, Minato was very self-conscious and completed all the training tasks assigned to him meticulously, without any thought of laziness.

This is very worry-free.

But Hitomi is a little curious as to what kind of ninja Miki will train this child to be in the future.

It's worth looking forward to.

Among the younger generations in the family, there has never been a child with outstanding talent who can take the lead.

If so, Hitomi would like to seriously train a disciple.

"Yellow-haired sissy!!" a little girl's voice lit up loudly outside the hospital.

Hitomi turned around and looked, and saw a girl with long red hair running quickly outside the door, holding a girl dressed as a miko in her hand.

Minato shrank his neck at the sound.

This girl, how should I put it, is a little too unreasonable.

The abbreviation cannot be discussed.

"It's Kushina," Hitomi said, "Who is this child?"

"Miroku, the shrine maiden of the Kingdom of Demons." Kushina said, "Grandma Mito, please ask Sister Hitomi to take care of her."

You actually want me to be responsible for protection?

Hitomi raised her eyebrows and said, "I understand."

Then he looked at Maitreya.

As soon as she entered the door, Kushina looked for Minato's figure, then let go of Miroku's hand, rushed to Minato's side, and stared at Minato.

The previous meeting was a bit unpleasant.

"Is there any problem?" Minato asked forcefully, a little baffled. I must have never messed with her, except when we first met.

He had to stop practicing and said with a gentle smile on his face.

"I'm sorry if there's anything wrong, and besides, I have a name and I'm not a sissy."

"Tsk" little Kushina said with a look of disgust: "Put away your hypocritical smile."

First impressions are hard to change.

"Grandma Mito told me that my future opponent will be you!"

"You better watch out for me!"

Putting up a tough shell with teeth and claws, Kushina said fiercely with her hands on her hips.

"I won't lose to you!"

Ah, this.

Girls are really weird.

Minato looked like he was trying to save me, and he didn't know what to say.

Hitomi couldn't help but glance over, thinking that these two personalities should be changed.

Minato's character is a bit too soft.

"Sister, you will die." At this time, Maitreya said.

Eh?

Hitomi opened her eyes slightly.

What a novel way to say hello.

“Don’t just tell people you will die if you meet them!!”

Kushina on the other side rushed over angrily and covered Miroku's mouth.

Maitreya struggled in pain.

"Sister Hitomi, don't worry. She also told me that Grandma Mito said it was the way to say hello in their hometown."

Kushina explained for a while.

Yeah

Hitomi looked at Miroku and Kushina suspiciously.

Kushina looked confident.

After a while, I believed it.

It turns out there is this novel way of saying hello.

It’s really a wealth of knowledge.

"It's so novel."

Hitomi sighed.