Uchiha’s God of Muscle

  Chapter 24 Chicken Breast Sauce of Love

   "I understand your strength, let's stop here for today's discussion and take a rest."

  He patted Itachi on the shoulder and walked into the hall.

"this is for you."

  Samui handed Itachi an ice pack and asked him to apply it on his cheeks.

"Thanks."

   Itachi held the ice pack in his hands. Although his cheeks hurt, he was more concerned about his uncle's punch just now.

  Why did I fall into the illusion?

  Uncle obviously didn't open Sharingan, and didn't make eye contact with him, yet he fell into a hallucination, which is simply unimaginable.

   Could it be that you can release illusions with your fists?

Is this possible?

   Itachi frowned, puzzled.

   Just as he was thinking hard.

   "Enough rest, let's start exercising."

   Duan walked over with a pair of dumbbells in hand, and said to his nephew, "From today onwards, you will practice six times a week, and the chest, back, arms, shoulders, and legs will be cycled in sequence, and you must not relax."

   With a bang, Duan threw the dumbbell in front of Itachi, and said to Samui: "You will be Itachi's coach and guide his movements."

   "Yes, Director."

  Sam Yi responded. She followed suit and worked from morning to night for three years every day, and she can be regarded as a professional fitness trainer.

  So.

  Under the guidance of Samui, Uchiha Itachi officially started his fitness path.

   Duan stood aside, eating steak with relish, giving pointers from time to time.

   Soon, two hours passed.

   "Ho...ho..."

  Itachi was lying face up on the ground, his face flushed and sweating profusely, his chest heaving violently and panting heavily.

  Fitness is much more difficult and tiring than he imagined.

   During the exercise just now.

  Samui asked Itachi not to use chakra, and could only rely on the strength of his body, not only ordering him to complete every movement standardly, but also constantly increasing the weight.

   Until breaking through Itachi's limit.

  After all this tossing, Itachi's chest muscles and arms were extremely sore, accompanied by a strong sense of tearing.

   Practiced well.

  However, the "torture" of Itachi is not over yet.

   Duan took out a large piece of fresh chicken breast from the refrigerator and threw it directly into the juicer. After some stirring, it turned into a brown viscous liquid.

   At least one liter.

  In Itachi's surprised and panicked eyes, Duan handed the big glass of chicken breast juice to his nephew's mouth.

   "When children are growing up, they need to add more nutrients, especially protein. You can't eat when your teeth are out. This cup of chicken breast juice is clean and hygienic. Drink it."

   burst into a smile.

   This cup of rich chicken breast juice represents the love of the uncle to the nephew.

   "..."

  Itachi showed embarrassment, but still took it with both hands, then raised it up, closed his eyes and drank it in one breath.

  This thing smells like chicken shit.

   Itachi couldn't help but put on the "pain mask", and his stomach convulsed, and he was about to vomit out.

   "Don't vomit, if you vomit, drink it for nothing."

He kept pressing his nephew's shoulders, and said earnestly, "From now on, you will drink a glass of chicken breast juice every day to keep fit. My poor nephew, who was only 11 years old, went to work in the dark department every day. If he is exhausted, It's not good to die young."

   As far as I know.

  The Itachi in the original book seems to be suffering from lung disease from overwork, and coughed himself up.

   Erduan is 24 years old. He has never had a cold or fever since he was a child. The most direct reason is that he is very strong.

  So, ferrets gain some muscle, which is good for health.

   "Thank you, Uncle."

   Regarding Duan's concern, Itachi squeezed out a smile. Although the smile was a bit ugly, it was the first time he smiled after coming here.

   "Go take a shower and change clothes, don't catch a cold."

  Duan pulled his nephew up from the ground.

ten minutes later.

   Itachi pushed open the bathroom door and came out wearing a white T-shirt with a cartoon pattern and a pair of black shorts.

a bit big.

   "This is the clothes the curator wore when he was three years old. There are no smaller ones. You can make do with it."

  Samui covered her mouth and said, trying not to snicker, trying to maintain her personality as an iceberg beauty.

   Ferret: "..."

   No wonder, the style is so childish.

at this time.

   With a bang, the door of the gym was pushed open, and two masked ninjas walked in.

   "Uchiha Itachi, come with us." The two came to Itachi and said in a voice without any emotion, like a robot.

   Itachi's pupils shrunk slightly, and he recognized the opponent as Root. He nodded silently, then bowed to Duan and Samui:

   "Uncle, Senior Samui, I'm going back first."

"etc."

  Duan stretched out his big hand to stop Itachi, and asked, "Are they colleagues of your Anbe? I remember that your colleague is a white-haired guy, probably called Kakashi, right?"

  The two root ninjas both took a step forward and warned Duan Leng:

   "Uchiha Duan, I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

   "You know me?"

   Judging that he was a little surprised, he replied naturally, "As an uncle, is there anything wrong with caring about my nephew?"

   When he said these words, he put his big hand on Itachi's head.

   Itachi froze all over, and held back what he wanted to explain to his uncle.

  The two looked at each other, but they didn't force it after all, as if they knew that it would be difficult to break this person.

  One of them finally revealed their reason for coming:

   "We were ordered to take Itachi to see Assistant Hokage Danzo-sama."

   Sure enough.

  Just know that the other party is not Anbu, but a root person.

  Kenbu belongs to Anbu, which is nominally Anbu's training department, but in fact it is not controlled by the third Hokage, and only loyal to Danzo.

   Regarding the matter of his nephew Uchiha Itachi.

   Judgment was too lazy to take care of it before, but now he decided to take care of it, and he will take care of it to the end, and will not allow Danzo to harm his nephew again.

  So.

  He pressed Itachi's head and said to the two roots without thinking:

   "Itachi is my sister's son, rounded up, he is also my son. As a parent, I am worried that he will go out alone at this late hour, so I will go with him."

   "Impossible!" The two flatly refused.

   "Why, is there something shameful, then I'm going even more. If you don't agree to my request, get out of here."

   Duan Mian said expressionlessly, his tone was obviously very flat, but he was not angry.

   "Break, don't be ignorant!"

  The two roots couldn't take it anymore, and Dang even prepared to do it.

   Just at this moment of tension.

   "Mr. Duan, Danzo-sama has an order, please go and talk with Itachi." A voice came from the door.

   Continue to follow the prestige.

   The person who spoke was a man wearing a black cloak, black sunglasses, and a purple mark on his right cheek.

  Oil girl Ryoma.

   This person is Danzo's confidant, who once served as Danzo's guard with Orochimaru. After Orochimaru defected, Yuyue Ryoma became the number one general under Danzo's command.

  Hearing the oily girl Ryoma's words, the two roots immediately put away their hostility towards each other, and obediently retreated to the side.

   "Let's go then."

   Duan was very refreshing, put his arm around Itachi's shoulders, and went out.

  In a dark alley.

  The oily girl Ryoma walked in the front with her hands in her pockets.

   Duan and Itachi followed behind him, while the two roots were on the left and right sides, vaguely surrounding the uncle and nephew...

   I wish you all a Happy New Year's Day!