- In that case, please take care of our wounded, Nara-san," Cloudy bowed his head, followed by the rest of the jonin except for the dark blond, who made a squeamish face.
Nodding in response, I unzipped my tent, ignoring the somewhat surprised faces of the surrounding nephews, and turned to the leader:
- Bring in the heaviest ones and I'll take care of the rest a little later.
- Okay, Nara-sama," Hakuro made a sign and several jonin immediately rushed to their commands, picking up the teenagers hanging on their comrades in their arms and dragging them in my direction. Having created a couple of clones, I took the two boys and the girl and was about to carry them inside (considering the size of the tent, it wasn't a problem for the six of us), but a heavy hand on my shoulder made me turn around.
- You, Shadowman, I'm watching you," the future Raikage practically growled in my face, "and if a hair falls from them, I'll break every bone in your body or rip your head off!
Noting that I wasn't as low as I thought at first, I created another clone with a small effort and handed the patient over. I threw my cloak off my shoulders and slipped it to the nearest cloudman, who was a bit taken aback, then turned to Ai and bull-rushed at him, sticking out my chest muscles and straightening up to my considerable height. The three-four centimeter difference between us wasn't even very striking.
- You think you're taller than everyone else and you've gained muscle, so you can go after anyone, huh?! You're not the only one! If you don't shut your mouth, I'll smash your face so that your mother won't recognize you, despite the fact that you're an Irishman!
- What?!" roared the confused opponent, colliding with my forehead. - Grow up to my level first, you snot!
- Who's the snot?! - I no less loudly roared back, not giving up a step. - In a couple of years you'll be shorter, and I'm already wider in the shoulders by a couple of fingers, not to mention the relief, compared to your fat folds!
- Fat folds?! I'll show you my fat folds!
A double slap caused us to look away for a moment in the direction the sound had come from, as both leaders almost synchronously slapped each other across the face with the palm of their hands.
- He's fifteen years old," Sakumo said with a sigh, lowering his hand, "but yours is in his early twenties!
- Don't ask, just don't ask," Koushi replied in the same tired voice.
- Hey!
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It was fun to tease the dark blond while the clones were working. He was not yet experienced enough (he'd missed the first war, and probably hadn't had time to participate in the second, or he'd be dead), used to his superiority in physical strength and size, irascible and hated being mocked, as well as the presence of competitors with similar stats.
Seeing our behavior, both commanders just spit and did not interfere, preferring not to pay attention, especially since we did not cross the limits of decency. So what if the future Raikage tried to punch me in the face or give me his favorite Lariat!
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