Naruto's Soft Rice is Delicious

Just when Xinghuo was so comfortable that he was about to cry out uncontrollably, Akai said something that made him feel extremely painful.

"The disciple who was kidnapped by me, I didn't expect that you are not only good-looking, but also have good capital. Come on, turn around, I want to massage your 'strength' for you to promote its development... "

Xinghuo, who was almost scared to pee by Akai, immediately scrambled and ran away from the table used as a massage table, hid under the chair, and went to your sister's massage 'strength', how come there are only two people in this world? What a gay!

"If you dare to continue to approach me, I will definitely go to the village chief to sue you!"

In this regard, Akai seemed to have discovered something particularly surprising.

"Don't you need me to help with the massage? This is a special secret technique that I have discovered through years of training. People who often use this massage method to massage their 'strengths' can become 0.5 times larger than normal people. If you have good aptitude, you can more than double the size, I didn't expect you not to..."

"..."

"Why are you suddenly silent?"

When Akai was wondering what happened to this "diligent" "disciple", Xinghuo suddenly rushed over like lightning, hugged his feet, and cried loudly.

"Master! This disciple definitely didn't have any thoughts of despising you just now. I just felt that asking the master to help me with a massage was too rebellious, so I refused the master. In order not to make the master feel troublesome, please be sure to teach me That special massage 'strength' secret technique, master——!"

"What... Master? Have you agreed to be my disciple?"

Akai didn't understand why the silver-haired kid suddenly changed his mind. He was stunned for a moment, thinking that Xinghuo was successfully infected by his own youth, so he squatted down and hugged a "master" Xinghuo without hesitation. The eyes of the child are too cute.

"Don't worry, my diligent disciple, since you have realized the true meaning of youth so quickly, then my teacher will definitely spare no effort to teach you."

"Thank you, master! Even if I am a ghost, I will never forget your great kindness—!"

Although there seemed to be something wrong with the words of the 'diligent' disciple, Akai was still very happy.

"Since you are so determined, go ahead, put on the battle uniform prepared for you by the teacher, and wait for me for a while."

"Well, good master!"

Xinghuo responded to Akai's words with a sweet voice.

When Akai turned around and walked into the bathroom to search for something, Xinghuo immediately pouted, and picked up the forgiveness-colored tights on the stool with a depressed face.

To endure, must endure.

For that secret technique that can be called a divine skill, he just became the disciple of Kaihuang, a guy with a brain problem. Compared with the supernormal development of his 'strength', it is nothing at all!

After Akai came back with a washbasin, scissors, and oil-based pen, he found that Xinghuo, who was standing in front of the mirror and looking at his outfit, was crying with tears streaming down his face, so he couldn't help asking:

"My diligent disciple, why are you crying again?"

"Master, I just feel that this dress fits too well and is so handsome. I just cried because I was so handsome. These are tears of joy... Please, please don't take it to heart."

"That's right! You are indeed my disciple! Don't worry, there are more than a dozen sets of clothes of the same size here as a teacher, all of which cannot be given away after being rejected by other unsightly children. Since you like it so much, why not give it away?" The teacher will give it all to you!"

Hearing this, the tears of Xinghuo's "joy" flowed even more, and he choked up and said to the smiling Akaidao:

"Thank you, master, thank you eight generations of ancestors...!"

Chapter 21

Putting on the invincible battle suit, Xinghuo was being pressed on the stool by Akai at the moment, with a washbasin on his head.

Seeing Akai standing behind him in the mirror with scissors in his right hand, Xinghuo had an extremely bad premonition.

"Forgive Lu...cough, master, what do you want to do?"

Accompanied by the sound of Akai's hands cutting the air, Xinghuo received a desperate answer.

"Help you cut my same hairstyle. Although there is no watermelon at home because of winter, but if you cut your hair along the edge of the basin on your head, the effect should not be too bad."

Xinghuo just casually described the hairstyles of Akai and Future Xiaoli as watermelons, but unexpectedly, that hairstyle was actually related to watermelons.

It's fine with such small things, the most important thing now is...

"Who the hell wants to have the same hairstyle as you! You really want me to be a bachelor forever..."

Click, click, click...!

Before Xinghuo could finish speaking, after countless scissors clicked, Akai appeared in another position as if he had teleported. After posing, the eyes and teeth in his hands sparkled with a "ding~" a bit.

With the disappearance of the unscientific white stars in comics, because of wanting to save money back then, Xinghuo asked Naruto to help him cut the fragmented hair into a neat watermelon skin shape, without a washbasin on his head The covered hair fell down.

What a frightening speed of attack, he couldn't see clearly the movement track of this physicist master, and after countless green afterimages, his hairstyle was hopeless.

"Damn it—!! Fuck your sister's watermelon rind hairstyle, are you going to fuck me!?"

Just as Xinghuo, who lost his mind, threw his fist violently, he was pushed back on the chair by Akai. Not long after, Akai, who was still posing just now, had the scissors in his hand turned into an oil-based pen, with the cap dangling from his mouth.

"Hey, hey, if you continue to mess around..."

Before Xinghuo could finish his sentence, his two thin silver eyebrows turned into two thick and long black eyebrows, like two huge caterpillars, extremely ugly.

"Don't use oil-based pens to scribble on other people's faces!"

This time Xinghuo's kick did attack Akai, but it was meaningless, he was already... shameless.

At this time, in Akai's room, there was not only a big black-haired Akai, but also a good-looking silver-haired little Akai. The two really looked like a father and son... Ahhh!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Even though the lost things are irretrievable, the anger is still there, and Xinghuo, who has developed the good habit of carrying kunai with him, rushed towards Akai the moment he took out kunai.

"Oh oh oh, youth, this is youth! Just after completing the apprenticeship ceremony, you can't help but want to practice against me, what a diligent disciple!"