Tu Sheng [Hokage]

Shisui did not die in the line of duty, so his name was not engraved on the commemorative monument. I didn't even have a chance to pay homage to him. Itachi refused to reveal any more information to me. Apart from that letter, what about him? None were left.

If I hadn’t been so bored running around that day, I might not have even seen him for the last time.

My mother was very worried about my mental state, so she helped me and the Sandaime Hokage take a week off.

"Xiao Bai——, come down for dinner soon!" A familiar loud voice came from downstairs. I plucked my messy hair with some dejection. As expected, the days without work are still boring.

Dragon scales are invulnerable, but I don't feel very good. Maybe it's because the cold chakra of the Sharingan still remains deep in my brain. These days, I always dream of Shisui smiling at me with his face covered in blood, and then opening his eyes. Open those empty eye sockets without eyeballs.

……

It's not because of fear. That kind of cowardice has long been eliminated in the long river of time. I always feel that I am weird and dominated by humans. Even now I don't want to admit it.

But this is indeed a fact, a fact that can bring all my arrogance back to its original form. In essence, dragons, like all creatures, hate the feeling of things being out of control.

I slowly went downstairs and was speechless when I saw the dazzling array of food on the table. Of course I could understand the compensatory psychology of human mothers after seeing their cubs injured, but why was there a mountain of glutinous rice dumplings in my bowl.

Sweet and salty, whether it is a dragon or not, I will go to heaven.

"Huh? Don't you like eating it?" My mother looked at me in surprise as I pushed the bowl of white and tender dumplings aside.

“for an after-dinner snack”

Dad left for a mission for half a month and still had no intention of coming back. Sakura had to eat lunch at school. In the end, we didn't finish the food on the table, including the bowl of dumplings.

I suddenly remembered that I had made this kind of dumpling with Shisui once, because it was Itachi's birthday.

"I haven't seen you smile so happily for a long time." My mother looked at me tenderly. I felt a little weak because of her look, so I retracted the smile I couldn't help but lowered my head in confusion.

Suddenly there was a warm touch on the top of my head, and I heard my mother say:

"Grow up slowly, my little white"

Indeed, most of my contemporaries have not graduated yet.

In the eyes of others, I was an unexpected genius. I came from a non-ninja family, and my parents had no blood descendants. However, I was as powerful as a monster. I was promoted to jounin with Itachi just by relying on my inexplicable strength.

This may be why Danzo is targeting me.

A week passed quickly. When I went out to prepare to return to the Hokage Tower, the layers of black clouds in the sky were brewing and raining. The umbrella my mother gave me quickly took effect, and the raindrops were like falling rocks. It hit the smooth surface of the polyester cloth, and many people who were panicking to take shelter from the rain ran under the eaves of the building, freezing and could only breathe.

Dragons are not afraid of cold. When the outside temperature rises, my metabolism will rise and my body temperature will also rise. When the temperature is low, my body temperature is maintained by magic energy. I will not go into hibernation because of the cold, let alone like They were also trembling.

Even with the existence of chakra, humans are still fragile. After all, even powerful humans like Shisui died easily.

I want to avenge him. I don't understand the fights between humans. I'm not sure why Danzo dug out his eyes. Itachi hasn't told me the cause of his death until now.

What should I do...

What should I do with you?

The sigh disappeared into the air together with the rain. I am not afraid of bearing sin. I was once the incarnation of sin, but some people don't want me to bear all this. My current identity is just a child who still only has talent. I have a premonition. .

If I intervene hastily, the situation will develop in a worse direction.

How can I put it, this situation is really annoying.

Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar figure in the Hokage's office. It was rare that he was not wearing an ANBU uniform. His silky-smooth hair was tied into a low ponytail with a red rope, covering half of his Uchichi behind him. Bo's family coat of arms.

"Oh." The Sandaime Hokage stood up from pushing the documents. He noticed that there was a tense atmosphere between us.

"It's really rare. Did Xiaobai and Itachi have a fight?"

"No" is what Itachi said.

"Yeah." This is what I said

He and I quickly looked at each other, then turned our heads as if nothing had happened. The Sandaime Hokage smiled kindly, and he looked at me with some worry.

"Xiao Bai, I heard about Shisui..."

I lowered my eyes, and suddenly I didn't want to hear anyone from the higher-ups in Konoha mention this name. They obviously knew it, so why bother testing me now with the pretense of caring.

"Hokage-sama" Itachi interrupted him.

"The reason why you came to us this time is..."

The Sandaime didn't care when he was interrupted. He stroked the beard on his chin, and a somewhat solemn expression appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Among the Jonin I can use at the moment, you are the only ones most suitable for this task."

It just happened to be two eleven-year-old jounin?

"Haruno Haku, Uchiha Itachi, form a team to act together during the mission. The mission scroll is here."

The old man threw something over, and Itachi caught it steadily.

The Sandaime Hokage looked at us seriously.

"I believe you will complete it,"