[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

"Girl Gojo, please send these meals to the cell in Area B."

A clear and pleasant shout came from the other end of the smoky kitchen, passing through a row of steaming steam ovens and smoky stoves, and faintly landed at the other end of the large kitchen.

The person who was called accurately captured this shout from the bustling noise. She looked back, stopped washing the large iron pot, took off her rubber gloves and waterproof apron, and responded in a loud voice: " coming."

The uncle in charge of the kitchen saw Gojo Kanna coming to him not long after. He continued to immerse himself in the list in his hand, took a pen and pointed at the black and white food packed in the big wooden barrel next to him, and hurriedly said: "You put it Put these on the cart and take them to the cells in Area B. Once the meals are divided, you can come back without waiting for them to finish."

"Okay." She responded blankly, not saying much else.

The manager was a little worried and asked: "Area b is the farthest and the terrain is the most complicated. You have only been here a month, will you be able to leave?"

A glimmer of light quickly flashed across Gojo Kanna's ashen eyes, but was immediately suppressed.

"I went there with Mrs. Takeda last time, and I know the way." It was still the same rigid tone as usual.

The uncle in charge was just a small boss in charge of the kitchen. He knew some ninjutsu, so naturally he couldn't see anything unusual. Gojo's answer did not completely reassure him, so he explained it in detail, turning left there, turning right there, and explaining all the mechanisms there, and then asked Gojo to repeat it again to confirm that it was word for word. Let her go.

"Um, Miss Gojo..." Looking at her hunched back as she pushed the cart away, the steward couldn't help but explain: "The prisoners in Area B are very aggressive, so be careful."

Gojo stopped, turned his head, and nodded his chin slightly as a thank you.

The uncle in charge sighed quietly, feeling very melancholy in his heart.

The kitchen was buzzing with people coming and going, and the pungent smell of oil fumes mixed with the aroma of rice. People couldn't help but sigh, how could such a scene full of bustle and smoke happen in the dark and cold underground stronghold of Orochimaru? Ordinary human scenes. But there is no way, the super S-class rebellious ninja is also a human being, no matter how noble his appearance is, no matter how cool his temperament, in the final analysis, he still has to eat, drink, poop and sleep. Bingliang pills may be the first choice during missions, but in daily life, whole grains are more popular. What's more, there are a lot of experimental products for Orochimaru's subordinate prisoners, and the cost of manufacturing Hyoryo Pills is high and labor intensive. You can't give each of these people a bag, right? As a result, in each stronghold, a very down-to-earth department appeared - the catering purchasing department.

But compared with the catering departments of ordinary hotels, a super S-level catering department always has its own characteristics. The biggest feature of the Orochimaru family's catering department is that it is a lifelong system - if you don't work, you will die, and there is no need to discuss it.

But there are always some people who don't take the rules seriously. They can't stand the gloomy atmosphere in Orochimaru base and the dead rules of only entering and not exiting. They think that helping the kitchen is not an important job, and no one will care if they escape. , so they formed a gang and sneaked away a few. Of course, the final outcome of these people, without exception, was to become newly established dirtbags outside.

But as a result, there are many less capable people in the kitchen.

So the uncle in charge asked Kabuto, the popular pharmacist in front of Orochimaru. Coincidentally, Kabuto didn't have anyone on his hands. After all, they were all under Orochimaru's hands. No one with little talent and high self-esteem would be willing to go to the kitchen to cook.

The manager knew that he was shirking, but he couldn't do anything to him. He could only ask him with a smile on his face to allow him to go outside and recruit some people to come in and help.

The live-in nannies recruited by the S-class rebel ninja family are different from those outside. They need to be cautious. What if they are spies sent by the ninja village in disguise? , it’s not a big deal, as time goes by, there will be trouble below. Kabuto knew the seriousness of the matter, so he had no choice but to go out with the steward to recruit people and check it personally.

Gojo Kanna was also recruited at that time.

"The widow Gojo Kanna..."

This is how she introduced herself when I first met her. At that time, her clothes were ragged, her hair was messy, her complexion was sallow and her eyes were sunken. She was not very old, no more than twenty, but the ravages of life made her appear prematurely old.

"My surname was Hashimoto before I was married, and Gojo was my husband's surname..." She said dryly, with a slow and flat tone, and her eyes were dull and lifeless, as if she had given up the hope of living, "... I am an unlucky person. My parents died when I was born, and my adoptive parents also passed away a few years later. On the night of my wedding, my home was ransacked by robbers, and my late husband and his subordinates were all killed. The village thought I was a broom star. So they kicked me out... I wandered outside, washed and mended clothes, planted fields and harvested grain, and worked as a cook... But I'm tired now. I just want to find a simple place to work. A lifetime, until I close my eyes..."

While listening to her narrate her life experience, the uncle in charge was also looking at her. Although Mrs. Gojo is haggard, her bones are good-looking, and she must have been quite pretty in the past; but it is meaningless to dwell on the past based on her current appearance. He secretly expressed his pity.

Kabuto saw that her face was covered with traces of wind and frost, her hands were rough, and her palms were dry and cracked, which were consistent with her experience. After some testing, he determined that she had no chakra reaction, so he accepted the person with peace of mind.

People who have no ties to the world are indeed the best candidates to earn a base.

After Gojo Kanna arrived at the base, he was diligent, agile and hard-working. He didn't like to be pushy and didn't talk much. He did whatever he was told. He was just a little dull and indifferent, but other than that there was nothing to fault. The kitchen provides meals for the entire base, and they travel to various areas and cells every day to deliver meals. Orochimaru's subordinates and prisoners were either crazy or crazy, and the weaklings in the kitchen were afraid of coming into contact with these thugs. Seeing that Gojo Kanna was a newbie and slow to respond to external stimulation, they ordered her to be sent away. Gojo Kanna didn't complain a word and worked hard without any complaints, making people feel embarrassed to give her more trouble.

The kitchen door closed behind him, blocking all the light and noisy human voices. The moment of silence was very uncomfortable. Gojo Kanna's expression did not change, but his eyes were still dull, looking like a puppet that had lost its soul. She used the dim lights on both sides of the corridor to push the cart filled with food and walked deeper into the corridor. She walked steadily and slowly, each step being exactly the same size as if it had been precisely calculated.

When she reached a secluded corner, she suddenly stopped and looked around. The dullness in her eyes was swept away, leaving only a subtle sharp light in her purple eyes. After confirming that there was no one nearby, she quickly took out a pile of detonating talismans from the bottom of the car, and pasted them all on the wall in front of her at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Then she made a seal to make the detonating talisman invisible and invisible to the surroundings. The walls are reintegrated into one.

She is skilled in her technique and can complete this series of actions in no more than two seconds. Then, the sharp look in her eyes disappeared in an instant, and she returned to her initial numbness and withered eyes like autumn grass. She pushed the cart and continued on the route she had just taken.