Half an hour later.
Aoba slowly opened his eyes, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
"Good fellow."
Aoba did not know how to describe Duy's memories.
Training madman!
Such words appeared in his mind.
Other than that, he did not know how to describe it at all.
This was the simplest memory he had ever read.
The memories of others, such as Tetsu, Yuta, Eaton, and Tatsuma, were richer, and reading through their memories was almost like reading a mystery novel.
One loop after another. If there was anything that he overlooked. Some important information may be missed.
Reading such memories requires a large amount of time and a large amount of energy.
But...
Duy's memories were completely different.
It was so simple that it made one's hair stand on end.
Every day, he was only doing one thing, and that was training to the point of risking his life.
Even if he was not on the training ground.
He would always find a chance to train.
There was no spare time at all, and every day was especially fulfilling.
This kind of memory.
It was utterly possible to pat his chest and say, 'He did not let a day pass without doing training.'
Every day, it was as if it were carved according to a fixed mold, repeating the same thing every day, sweating like rain, never yielding to fate.
This kind of memory.
As long as he watched it for a day. It was basically equivalent to watching it for a year.
It was simply copying and pasting.
Aoba quickly browsed through Duy's life. He spent most of his life practicing alone. After Guy was born, his time was planned to train with Guy.
He was completely crazy for training!
"Ha~..."
Aoba breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Aoba, who had observed the father and son pair in the training ground, was indeed very hard-working. Only after he read Duy's memory did he know how hard-working he was.
"There is no shortcut in taijutsu, only practice day and night."
Aoba's face became serious and serious. Through Duy's memory, he understood the most basic method of physical training and the theory of the Eight Inner Gates.
As for whether he can master these...
It would depend on Aoba's situation in the future.
"After this period of time passes, I will be patient with training every night."
Aoba said to himself. He felt that the things in the small forest had almost cooled down. Even if he went there to train, there would be no problems.
"Go to sleep."
Aoba didn't dare to practice in the dormitory. The soundproofing of this simple and crude dormitory was not good. If there was any movement and it was heard by the people next door or outside, it would be very disadvantageous for him to hide his identity.
If he wanted to train, he could only go to the small forest outside.
Today was obviously not suitable for training.
As for returning to Ramen Ichiraku Noodle House...
Aoba felt that he would not gain anything today. When he went back, he would only meet more people. If he showed his face too often, it might not be a good thing.
After thinking about it, he decided to lie down and sleep.
...
The next day, early morning.
Aoba came to Ramen Ichiraku Noodle House early as promised.
When he came to the entrance of the Noodle House.
He realized that he had underestimated the influence of the so-called limited membership.
At this moment, there was already a long queue outside.
There were complex emotions mixed with anxiety and expectation on everyone's faces.
Everyone was looking forward to getting Ramen Ichiraku's limited membership, but they were afraid that they would not be able to get this limited membership.
Ramen Ichiraku's shop was so crowded that Aoba could not even enter.
"Good fellow..."
Aoba looked at the long line and knew that at least half of these people could not buy a membership card, but they were still queuing up, wanting to take a chance.
"Aoba!"
At this time, a young man's voice sounded. The owner of the voice was Minato.
Aoba looked for the voice. He saw the yellow-haired Minato waving and walking quickly to him.
"Aoba, you came early!"
Minato came up and patted Aoba's head; a muffled sound came out because he patted it quite hard.
"You... you are quite early either..."
The corners of Aoba's mouth twitched slightly. If not for the number of people here, he would have fallen to the ground to show off his acting skills.
Use so much force!
Simply too much!
But the most outrageous thing was...
He just couldn't fight back!
"Did you come alone?"
Aoba asked casually. He rarely saw Minato alone. A Kushina was hanging around him most of the time, just like a conjoined twin.
"Oh?"
Minato looked at Aoba carefully and asked with a smile, "Who do you want to see?"
"Where's Kushina?"
The corners of Aoba's mouth curled up into a smile that contained a deep meaning.
"I knew you would keep thinking about it!"
Minato's face immediately turned black. He raised his hand and slapped Aoba's head again. He also realized this rule. As long as he patted Aoba's head, Aoba would not retaliate.
"Ouch..."
Aoba cried out in pain. He rubbed his head and said with a smile, "It's just a joke. Don't take it to heart!"
"Who knows what you're thinking, kid? I have to be on guard against you." Minato said grumpily. After that, his face returned to normal, and he said seriously, "Kushina wants to come with Mikoto. We don't have to worry about her. It's mainly because I want to see two people today, and it's inconvenient to have people around."
"Oh, so it is your fault Minato. Who do you want to see? It's not convenient for you to bring Kushina?"
Aoba asked with a smile. His relationship with Minato was much better now, and he could already joke around like his former classmates.
"About those two..."
Minato looked left and right, and after making sure that no one was listening to him, he leaned close to Aoba and whispered.
"One is the Sensei I haven't seen in a long time."
"The other is the student I will guide in the future."
"They will all come here today."
Minato said to Aoba. He did not treat Aoba as an outsider and directly told him this secret that was not a secret.
"Your Sensei?"
Aoba's pupils slightly shrank. He had watched Naruto anime and knew who Minato's Sensei was.
"Yes, my Sensei is one of Konoha Sannin, Jiraya."
Minato nodded and said, "Jiraya-sensei didn't come back after the Second Ninja War. Now he finally came back. I haven't seen him for more than two years."
"Jiraya," Aoba repeated the name in a low voice.
"Aoba, let me tell you. Don't think about Jiraya-sensei title of Sannin. In fact, he is an old pervert. Otherwise, Kushina and Mikoto wouldn't hide from him." Minato's blue eyes turned, and he whispered something bad about Jiraya.
"..."
Aoba was speechless.
Good fellow.
It turned out that Kushina didn't give Minato personal space.
She simply didn't want to come into contact with Jiraya!
"Who is talking about me?"
A voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone around was shocked.
"Bang!"
A cloud of white smoke appeared behind Minato, and a tall figure with long white hair appeared in the middle of the road.
This figure twisted back and forth and displayed several poses. Finally, when the white smoke dissipated, he showed the most handsome posture he felt.
"The Heroes has arrived!"
Along with this slightly narcissistic voice, the man's figure appeared in everyone's sight.
This tall man was wearing a red jacket with brown clothes inside, wooden clogs on his feet, armor-like equipment on both hands, and a large scroll on his back.
His long silver hair was combed into a braid behind him, hanging down to his waist. He wore a forehead protector with the word "oil" written on it, and there were two red lines that looked like tears under his eyes.
This man was one of Konoha Sannin, Jiraya.