[Hokage] Terukawa

I always have a bad premonition—damn, it's not just because righteous people can't afford to be sick these days, but the innate sixth sense, which has been fulfilled many times even in previous lives, almost makes me feel sick. The magical feeling of feeling like a mourning bird.

"Nothing happened, Zhaohe, you just diverged your thinking too far... Your anxiety is almost overflowing these days, I guess you have read all those novels over and over again? As I said, it’s good to read books once in a while.” When Dongming said this, he was pulling me up a short slope with all his strength—I really don’t know why the righteous people blocked me and Dongming. Chakra, this has caused great inconvenience to us who have become accustomed to the use of Chakra. For example, this short slope that is not very friendly to my current height, I could have directly used Chakra to climb it, but now I had to struggle with how to use both hands and feet without being so embarrassing to climb up to the top, and the thickness of the snow disturbed my visual judgment, so Dongming naturally extended a helping hand to me.

"It's not about the book." I couldn't suppress my irritability, and replied coldly.

To this, Dongming responded by shrugging his shoulders innocently, and continued to keep his arms in the air.

I grabbed his hand with all my strength to pull myself up, but I had to be careful where I was grasping—his hand was very cold, and these hands suffered some muscle and bone injuries for some reason, although it was not serious. Seriously, but it also made him unable to pick up things smoothly...God knows how deadly this is for a future ninja.

...Although I always feel that Dongming seems to know something.These days I have tried many times overtly and covertly, trying to get words out of his mouth, but... well, I have never studied linguistics or psychology in my previous life, and Yasaka Toaki also used his Actual actions to tell his younger brother: Your brother is as stubborn as your parents in this matter. No matter how I ask him, I will always get only one sentence "You think too much"... I was even transferred by him today This made me more sure that he knew something but refused to tell me. After all, he had never said to me such seemingly poor words as "read less books" before. Maybe I should be thankful that he still Don't have Zhizi and Yiren's skill of talking nonsense with their eyes open?

It's hard, but it's not impossible, right?I always have a way to deduce the answer I want from the details that they are unwilling to tell me in the past. This time, it's just a little special, and I have another observation object... Yes, I can do it , there must be no problem.

...just a small breakthrough.

Well, I admit that I am self-willed, and I am starting to get a little angry now.In addition to the anxiety about the information they withheld, another reason that makes me uncomfortable is that I feel that these three people are secretly discussing something extremely important, but I am the only one excluded. Driving sucks.

I carefully observed his demeanor, and once there was any slight abnormality on his face due to my pulling, I immediately let go, and then honestly figured out a way by myself.However, when his body was exerting force, he leaned back and his head was raised slightly. The height difference made it impossible for me to see his expression clearly. All I could feel was his hands—wet and cold.

Under what circumstances do people get sweaty palms?

"You're taking me for a fool."

That's what I thought in my heart, so I said it-even though at that moment I didn't know why I did it, why I wanted to freeze this good atmosphere-so I I regretted it the moment I said it, but sometimes the words I said were like water poured out, just like my current situation-I can't take it back.

I'm so impatient, I'm sick of this damn whitewashed peace—it's ridiculous to say the least, because I don't know anything and yet seem to know everything, it makes me feel like Like a very thoughtful philosopher, but God knows I'm just tired of tossing.

I did tell myself a bad joke, but I had no intention of laughing.

Dongming froze in place from my obviously aggressive sentence, his translucent gray-blue eyes slightly widened, and there were waves of emotions churning inside, but I couldn't see it clearly.Shuofeng blew his hair across his forehead and cheeks, and he stood sluggishly in the ice and snow, looking rather pitiful.So I reached out and straightened his face so that his eyes were straight on mine too.

What did I see in those wet and chilly gray-blue eyes?

It belongs to the migratory birds that have time to migrate south before the arrival of winter, the green fruits that will not ripen in autumn in the future, and the dry buds that have missed the flowering season before they have time to bloom.It is not the cold tone of regret, I can always find that cluster of dancing flames from its depths—now that cluster of flames appears in the depths of the ice sheet, the fire is about to extinguish and then gradually brightens, it panics Hesitant and at a loss, it revealed a warm and scorching red color, like a dying struggle and a flash of light.

I took two steps back and let him go.Now I'm sure something must have happened, but also sure I can't learn anything from him, so I give up.

In the end what happened?What the hell happened?

The return of the righteous at night, the hasty coming and going of Haruno, the heavy rain in summer, the heavy-colored clothes, the faint but incongruous smell covered by the smell of rotten ginkgo fruit... The rolled up world map, the sealed Chakra.

What happened?

I don't know what hit me - or if nothing hit me at all.I just suddenly felt that my eyes were sore and swollen, and a cowardly and unwilling emotion filled my eyes and nose like instinct, and it even successfully deprived me of my sense of sight, hearing and smell at that moment.

But, why is this?

Those things just appeared in my mind like a flash of inspiration, and I didn't even find the connection between them. Why would I have such a big reaction?

What the fuck is this called.

I heard Dongming's voice calling my name, anxious and panicked, he repeated it over and over again, the voice was mixed with the wind whistling through the forest like an old and broken cassette.

"It's okay, it's okay, the wind is a bit strong." I heard my voice say, the voice was very dry but not trembling, and it didn't reveal anything that shouldn't be there, "Let's go."

I'm sure I've never looked at the woods as seriously as I do today.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree have almost fallen off, and the bird's nest on the tree is empty. Occasionally, yellow dry grass can be seen sticking out of the snow hole on the ground. The dry and fragile appearance does not make people feel uncomfortable. The year of stepping on one foot.

In autumn, none of the fat hares were seen, and the snake that frightened me disappeared. The flowing river water was frozen at some time and day.

There is no green, no gold, no red... not even the blue of the sky, everything is black and white intertwined, the black is the wet tree trunks and rocks, the white is the sky and ice and snow... and our breath the heat.

It was too cold, too decadent, and too desolate.

But I know these are only part of this place.

The branches of the ginkgo tree will give birth to sharp leaf buds in the early spring, and there will be chicks in the nests on the tree as if they have grown out, and their immature throats are chirping and chirping, which sounds quite pleasant It's just that it will make people feel a little noisy after a long time.Fresh green emerges from the withered yellow on the surface, and the air will be filled with a slightly astringent grass fragrance.

The river water will thaw, and the flowing water will gurgle day and night. Fish and shrimps walk through the aquatic plants, and the green moss is all over the corners where the sun can't take care of it most of the time. The fluffy appearance is actually a bit cute.

There is also sunlight passing through the leaves, and the Tyndall effect will make it beautiful like a painting.

Look how beautiful it is.

Can I always have it like this?

I didn't ask Dongming, I knew how he would comfort me, and I also knew that he had made up his mind long ago that he would not tell me anything, even if his own performance was full of mistakes and omissions - people who are worried are always different.

At times like this, I would rather not have that incomparably accurate sixth sense.

——Will you always be by my side and watch me grow up?

That's what I want to ask.

But my lips seemed to be glued together, and I couldn't even make a sound, let alone say something.

So I could only tighten my lips, hold Dongming's hand and walk forward... Where are I going?I don't know, maybe it's the high altitude, God bless me to take a breath at high altitude, and dispel the suffocating air like glue around me.

"Are you okay?" Dongming touched my hair carefully, and he probably brushed off a fallen leaf for me.

"I'm fine." I didn't look back, but I blinked hard, cleared my throat, and rubbed my cold and unconscious nose with my hands, "Is there something on my head?"

"It's nothing, it's a withered leaf, and it's pretty pretty." His tone rose a little, and it sounded a little happy, and he quickly realized this, so he suppressed it again, "You have to see ?"

"No need." I flatly rejected this inexplicable question.

"Well, there's really nothing to see." His voice paused, sounding like he was choked by the wind, "Then where are we going now?"

"I want to go to the cliff," I said.

"Then go to the cliff."

I felt his fingers move in the palm of my hand, the cold sweat made my fingers slightly numb, so I held his hand even tighter.

Go to the cliff, it's the highest place.