Admonition and Visit

Konoha, a secluded Training Ground.

Six children are divided into two teams and facing off against each other.

On the side with the older children, a child was clutching his stomach, his face contorted in pain.

At that moment, a scream rang out.

"Someone's being hit! The older kid is bullying the younger one!"

Yami reacted quickly. Seeing Jiangtai deliver a headbutt to the other party, she immediately shouted out, taking the initiative.

Itachi's heart was pounding, a mix of excitement and a strange sense of being protected.

Seeing that Jiangtai actually bumped into the other person to protect her, and seeing Yami shouting and assuming a defensive stance, a warm current suddenly dispelled her initial hesitation.

He stepped forward, his small stature shielding Yami behind him.

"Don't go too far!"

The ferret's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a coldness beyond his years.

He quickly stuffed the dumpling into his pocket, tensed his body, spread his feet apart, lowered his center of gravity, and used his hands, one above and one below, to protect his head and chest, adopting the defensive stance taught by Taiichi.

The lessons Taiichi had taught him over the past month flashed through his mind as he stared intently at his opponent, searching for any possible weaknesses.

"You brat, you're asking for it!"

The boy, who had been hurt by Jiangtai's collision, was furious. He didn't care that the other person was young and threw a punch at Jiangtai.

Seeing this, his two companions also cried out, one rushing towards Yami, and the other pouncing directly on Itachi, who seemed the easiest to bully.

A chaotic battle erupted instantly!

Jiangtai was indeed a "battle veteran." Although he was much smaller and weaker than his opponent, he was agile and had a fierce determination.

He dodged left and right like a little monkey, occasionally kicking the other person's knee or headbutting their ribs, all the while taunting them.

"Attack this way! You idiot!"

"You're too slow!"

It disturbed and annoyed the opponent.

Yami wasn't afraid at all when the boy rushed towards her. She was the "leader of the children" in the Orphanage, and she couldn't command respect without some skill.

She was short, so she took advantage of that, crouching down and sweeping her leg, taking advantage of her opponent's unsteady stance, she used the bamboo skewer in her hand as a weapon, quickly stabbing at her opponent's thigh and buttocks.

"You scoundrel! Don't come any closer!"

She poked and shouted at the same time.

The boy who lunged at Itachi thought that this youngest Uchiha brat would be the easiest to deal with.

However, when he threw his fist, Itachi did not panic and crouch down to defend himself as he had expected.

With a slight shift of his body and a nimble gliding step, Itachi precisely dodged the seemingly fierce but actually clumsy punch.

At the same time, the moment his opponent's fist missed and his body leaned forward due to inertia, revealing an opening, his small fist struck his opponent's unsuspecting armpit with speed, accuracy, and force, like a bullet fired from a gun!

"Ugh!"

The boy felt a sharp pain and numbness under his armpit, and his entire arm instantly lost its strength. He couldn't help but cry out in pain, clutching his armpit and staggering backward.

All I can say is that this guy really doesn't know how to choose his opponents. Don't underestimate Itachi just because he's young; he's the strongest here, and among the three, he's the one whose fighting style is completely disciplined.

Itachi, having landed a successful blow, felt much more at ease.

The teacher's words flashed through my mind: when you lack strength, it's more effective to attack vulnerable points such as joints and acupoints!

He immediately used his speed and agility to circle around the big boy who was in pain, not fighting head-on, but constantly hitting the back of the boy's knees and the inside of his elbows with his small fists.

Although the force was not great, each strike caused the opponent to feel a tingling, numb, and painful sensation, making their movements increasingly distorted and sluggish.

On the other two sides, Jiangtai used his agile movement and "lower-level" attacks to annoy his tall opponents, causing them to gradually lose their composure.

Yami used bamboo skewers to poke and scream, successfully making the boy who was attacking her flustered and embarrassed.

The three big boys never expected this situation. They were older, stronger, and had even attended Ninja Academy for a few years. They thought dealing with the three little ones would be a piece of cake.

However, they were humiliated by the opponent's sneak attacks and treacherous tactics.

Jiangtai's unorthodox martial arts left them overwhelmed, Yami's screams and bamboo skewer harassment made them anxious and their scalps tingled, while Itachi's calm, precise attacks that targeted their weak points made them grimace.

The melee lasted for several minutes. The three boys were panting heavily, several parts of their bodies ached, and they were embarrassed—three ten-year-olds were helpless against three five- or six-year-olds!

On the other side, although they were also exhausted and had taken a lot of punches and kicks, Jiangtai even had dark circles under his eyes, and Yami's ponytail was completely disheveled. Itachi, on the other hand, was the best protected, although his clan clothes were torn in many places.

But the three of them had an astonishingly bright gaze. They huddled together, covering each other, and were starting to resemble a small team.

"You—you just wait!"

The eldest boy, seeing that he couldn't do anything to these three slippery brats, especially the Uchiha, whose attacks were becoming increasingly cunning.

Continuing the fight would only make them look even more humiliated, so he could only shout, his voice trembling with fear, as he clutched his knee, which had been kicked by Jiangtai, and called to his companions, "Let's go! This is bad luck!"

The main reason is that they really can't fight anymore; they're still just kids, how much stamina do they have?

The three boys, looking disheveled and resentful, left the training ground grumbling and limping.

The noise subsided instantly, leaving only the rapid heartbeats and heavy breathing of the three little ones.

"Wow! We won!" Jiangtai was the first to react, jumping up excitedly, his face covered in dust but unable to hide his flushed excitement.

"Hmph! Let them bully me!" Yami triumphantly tossed her disheveled hair, threw away the bamboo skewer that had long since broken into pieces, ripped off the hair tie still hanging in her hair, and her little face was filled with the pride of victory.

Itachi's tense body slowly Matsushita. He looked at his two friends, who were not much taller than him, yet who stood in front of him without hesitation, fighting side by side.

An indescribable warmth surged within him, and the immense joy transformed into a powerful stimulation, causing his eyes to redden slightly. However, the three excited individuals were unaware of this unusual phenomenon.

The three of them collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. After the excitement of the battle, all that remained was a deep exhaustion, and they didn't even want to waste the energy to say another word.

The battle was incredibly intense. Although they had the upper hand throughout, they were ultimately too young. If they had another year, dealing with these three would have been a piece of cake.

A long time.

Itachi carefully took out two strings of Three-color Dango from his pocket. These were meant for Taiichi- sensei, but they were now severely deformed.

As for his own share, it has long since disappeared.

"What a pity, they're all no longer round. Let's eat them ourselves, and we'll buy the teacher's later."

He looked at Jiangtai and Yami, gave them a bright smile, and handed them a string of skewers each.

Jiangtai and Yami looked at the string of deformed but still tempting dumplings in Itachi's hand, and then at each other's disheveled but radiant faces, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Haha, great! This is a victory dumpling!"

Jiangtai generously tore off a green meatball and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mmm! It's even sweeter than before!"

Yami also picked up the white one with a smile.

The weasel put the last pink dumpling on the skewer into its mouth and chewed it slowly.

The sweet and glutinous taste of the meatballs spread in my mouth, but this sweetness seemed to have a new flavor added at this moment: the trust of fighting side by side, the courage to fight against a powerful enemy together, and the joy of victory.

He looked up at his two friends beside him, their cheeks bulging and their smiles radiant, and felt that the dumpling in his mouth was sweeter than ever before.

The three of them shared the last skewer of meatballs, then dragged their tired bodies back home. They needed to buy two more skewers before rushing back to Taiichi.

You're fierce and energetic when fighting, and you're delighted when you win, but when it comes to facing your parents, you really hesitate.

The three little ones had been inside the house for more than ten minutes, but they were lingering at the door of Taiichi's study, showing no sign of coming in.

Taiichi for a long time, but finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"You three brats, how much longer are you going to stay outside!"

Startled by Taiichi's rebuke, the three of them shuffled into the study, exchanging encouraging glances.

He already knew about the three men's disheveled state, but he still had to continue playing his part.

"What, aren't you going to explain what's going on here?"

The three looked at each other, and in the end, Itachi, the youngest, stepped forward.

There was nothing they could do. Jiangtai and Yami had completely lost the swagger they had displayed outside. They were now cowering like quails, waiting for Taiichi's judgment.

"Taiichi- sensei, this is what happened—"

Itachi recounted the events of their journey in a clear and organized manner, allowing Taiichi to reconstruct the events from his account even without witnessing them firsthand.

"----That's how it is, Taiichi- sensei. Don't blame Jiangtai and Yami; they were fighting to help me."

Itachi looked at Taiichi, his eyes filled with pleading.

At this moment, Jiangtai and Yami also recovered. The two of them stepped forward together and grabbed Taiichi's arms on either side, shaking them.

"Brother Taiichi, you can't blame us for this. They provoked us first, and they're older than us. We were just defending ourselves."

"Yes, it's self-defense," Jiangtai quickly added, emphasizing his point of view.

The three little ones blinked their big eyes and looked at Taiichi, which softened Taiichi's stern expression.

"Alright, alright, stop shaking. I know what happened. You did well; you didn't back down because the opponent was stronger, and you dared to fight back."

Taiichi withdrew his hand, patted Itachi's little head, and gave him a satisfied smile.

Then he looked at Jiangtai and Yami and tapped their foreheads.

"Being able to stand up for friends in danger and fight alongside them instead of running away alone are all very valuable qualities."

Taiichi commented on their performance one by one, and the three of them narrowed their eyes into slits as they listened, each one extremely proud of themselves.

Before they could react further, Taiichi poured cold water on their enthusiasm.

However, there's one thing I need to remind you of.

The three little ones immediately straightened up, adopting a posture of attentive listening.

"This time they weren't much stronger than you, so you still have a chance to win. But in the future, if you encounter a stronger opponent you can't defeat, always remember: survival comes first. Only by staying alive can you have a chance to change the future."

These were Taiichi's heartfelt words. Although ninjas prioritize missions, in Taiichi's view, nothing is more important than life, unless it's another life.

The three children listened thoughtfully; these things were too early for them to grasp, and perhaps only Itachi could understand them to some extent.

But Taiichi didn't expect them to understand right now; he was just saying it to give them an impression.

"Alright, let's go eat now. I wonder if the Three-color Dango have filled your stomachs."

When the mention of the Three-color Dango was mentioned, Itachi immediately took out the dumplings he had specially bought again from his pocket, and respectfully stepped forward to hand them to Taiichi.

"Teacher, this is for you, it's delicious."

Taiichi happily took the Three-color Dango from Itachi's hand and smelled them.

The sweet fragrance almost seeped into his heart.

"Okay, the teacher likes it very much. Let's go eat together."

During the break after lunch, Taiichi took the opportunity to treat the injuries on the three of them.

Their minor injuries were nothing compared to Taiichi's medical skills. If it weren't for Jiangtai's unsightly dark circles, Taiichi would have let them heal on their own.

In the afternoon class, Taiichi specifically added a sparring session with himself.

This also shows that in their previous fights, apart from Itachi, the other two really relied on sheer courage and more agile movement to fight their opponents.

If they had even a little experience in formal combat, they wouldn't have been beaten so badly.

This is tough on the three little ones. Taiichi won't be reckless when he hits them, and he won't leave them with black eyes and swollen faces, but being hit by Taiichi will definitely hurt a lot.

As an outstanding Medical Ninja, Taiichi has plenty of ways to make them suffer without getting hurt, yet leave an indelible mark on their hearts.

After a long day of training, the three boys dragged their tired bodies home.

Seeing their unsteady gait, even more exhausted than after the fight that morning, Taiichi couldn't help but chuckle mischievously to himself.

Sometimes it's quite fun to play with these little guys.

After dinner, Taiichi thought about what had happened during the day, so he wandered off alone to the Uchiha Compound.

At this time, the Uchiha clan's territory had not yet been moved to the edge of the village. Even so, as Taiichi got closer and closer to the Uchiha Compound, the number of people around him became increasingly sparse.

Once you cross a certain boundary, there are very few outsiders on the road, and you can usually see some resemblance to the Uchiha in them.

Taiichi shook his head slightly. Judging from the isolation between the clan's territory and the village, the Uchiha still has a long way to go if they want to change things.

Taiichi, a non- Uchiha clansman, was naturally quite conspicuous to appear in Uchiha territory at this time.

Soon, a group of ninjas dressed in Military Police Force came over.

Unlike ordinary Uchiha clansmen, this group of ninjas recognized Taiichi's identity at a glance.

Immediately, the Captain at the head of the group stepped forward, bowed, and greeted him, "Taiichi, what brings you to our Uchiha Compound today?"

"Oh! You are Uchiha Kenro, right!" Taiichi carefully examined the Uchiha ninja in front of him and realized that he was an acquaintance, someone he had saved on the operating table.

"You've come back from the Northern Battlefield to become Captain!"

"I never expected that you would still remember me, Taiichi. Thanks to your treatment, I was able to recover so completely. You are my benefactor."

Uchiha Kenro was somewhat excited, but with his savior in front of him, he was already quite restrained.

"I'm here to see your clan chief; I have some things to discuss."

"I see. Then I'll show you the way."