Konoha Qiweiju

238 Three Years
Konoha February 52, [-] Weather: Sunny
It has been three years, and it has been three years since I came to Shayin.

For three years, looking at the wind and sand outside the village, my heart seemed to be much calmer.

Except for the wind and sand all over the sky, this village is not bad.

Sand Hidden after the war can be considered peaceful.

Living here seems to be very good.

I often think like this, maybe I shouldn't go to Konoha.

……

Old man's restaurant.

A restaurant that has been open for three years in the hidden sand.

In fact, it doesn't have that name, it doesn't even have a name at all, and it doesn't have a signboard.

Three years ago, this restaurant appeared just a few days after sealing the rebellious Shouhe.

The person who runs the shop is an old man.

With white hair and wrinkled face, there is nothing extraordinary about it.

But at that time, this restaurant was designated as a dining place by Sagakushi, so the workers and ninjas who restored the village all ate here.

Once he ate it, he became famous.

The taste of the food is extremely delicious, and everyone is full of praise.

Everyone ate half a bowl more.

If it wasn't for the lack of food, I'm afraid I would eat more.

At that time, the food in this restaurant became the most anticipated thing every day for all the workers and ninjas involved in the construction project.

In addition to repairing the damaged house, these people even deliberately delayed in order to be able to eat for a few more days.

After that, the restaurant did not close, but continued to open.

Every day is full of people, and there are a lot of people cheering.

The old man who runs the shop is also busy and rarely talks to others.

This store has no name.

There are many people coming, so it is called the old man's restaurant directly, which is quite appropriate.

Knowing that, the old man just smiled and didn't care.

A year later, I don't know if the old man was unwell or felt that the cooking was too intense, so the business hours were changed.

Only open for two hours a day.

For the rest of the time, the restaurant is closed.

No matter how hard you knock on the door, no one opens it.

A naughty child peeked into the house quietly, only to see the old man sitting on a rocking chair, hugging an orange cat and looking into the distance, his eyes were empty, unable to see any thoughts.

Such a scene spread among the crowd, and everyone speculated about the old man's past.

Some people said that the old man was crazy.

Some people say that this old man lost his relatives in the previous three wars.

There are many sayings, and there are many.

But all the points indicate that this old man is a poor man.

Sha Yin's Anbu once had some doubts about the old man, and sent someone to monitor him for a long time.

But when he found out that he didn't go out the rest of the time except to go out to buy groceries, his suspicions were dispelled.

In troubled times, there are not many old people who behave strangely.

As long as it doesn't harm Sand Yin, nothing matters.

And this old man is naturally a real cultivator.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

"Old man, have a bowl of fried rice."

"coming."

When it was time for business again, the old Zhenxiu opened the door, and regular customers walked in.

Speaking of this frequent visitor, it can be regarded as fate.

This person is the gatekeeper ninja who brought Zhenxiu into the hidden sand before, named Qiansha.

Hearing the sound, Zhenxiu walked into the kitchen and started cooking.

After 3 minutes, the fried rice was finished and placed in front of Qiansha.

"The old man's craftsmanship is still so good."

After taking a sip, Qiansha said with satisfaction.

Zhenxiu smiled, but didn't reply.

Seeing that no one came again, he continued to sit on the rocking chair with the meat ball in his arms.

Qian Sha didn't care about Zhenxiu's behavior.

He has seen many such things.

He has never seen Zhenxiu have superfluous words.

As long as there is nothing wrong, I will sit on that chair and shake.

After eating fried rice, Qian Sha had nothing to do, so she couldn't help being curious about Zhenxiu.

"Old man, why do you sit here every day?"

"There's nowhere to go."

Zhenxiu's answer stunned Qian Sha for a moment.

Originally, he thought that the True Cultivator would remain silent as before.

Unexpectedly, this time, he actually spoke.

Qiansha was a little excited.

Maybe you can hear a good story today.

"What does the old gentleman mean by that? Does it mean that you have lost your home?"

Shinji nodded.

He did lose his home.

Lost brothers and sisters, lost parents, lost clansmen.

There is really no place in this world that can be called his home.

"Is it because of the war?"

Qiansha's tone suddenly softened.

Hearing this, Zhenxiu raised his head and glanced at Qiansha.

At this moment, there was tenderness in Na Qiansha's eyes.

Speaking of the word war, Qian Sha seemed to be touched.

"That's it."

After Zhenxiu spit out these two words, his eyes became extremely melancholy.

In this way, Qiansha is naturally more sure that Zhenxiu lost his family because of the war.

Qiansha came over and sat next to Zhenxiu.

It's just that there is no seat next to it, so he sat directly on the ground.

Zhenxiu froze for a moment, not knowing why this guy did this.

"Old man, do you know? In fact, my parents also died in the third war. They are all ninjas, and they died when they went to perform the mission."

"That's a common fate for ninjas."

"Yes, it is very common."

Qian Sha laughed at himself, quite disdainful of this so-called fate.

"At that time, I was thinking. Why did they die so well? What's the point of their death. But after thinking about it for several years, I didn't think of the answer."

"What's the point of death?"

"Yeah, what's the meaning of death? I used to think so too. But recently, I suddenly understand."

"Understand what?"

"Understand why they died."

"why?"

"Because they chose to die."

"Will someone choose to die?"

"Yes. I chose the profession of ninja, and I was born with the color of death. High risk."

Qian Sha still had that strange expression, making it hard to see whether he was praising or belittling.

"My parents will die because they chose to fight for Sand Hidden. One day, maybe I will die also because I will fight for Sand Hidden. All of these are probably for this reason."

"You can choose to quit, not be a ninja, or take a clerical job. Like being a teacher or something."

Qiansha shook his head.

"Some choices just can't be avoided."

"If you don't try it, how will you know?"

"I know."

"Ok?"

"Someone has to sacrifice for Shayin, why can't that person be me?"

Zhenxiu was stunned.

The hand stroking the meatball also stopped.

He looked at Qiansha, and there was a terrifying firmness on that immature face.

Soon, Qian Sha changed his expression again, and his face was filled with smiles.

(End of this chapter)