[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

When the hour hand trembled and crawled towards the number six, Kakashi was on his way back to the Jonin's apartment. The clocks in the store are old, and the acrylic glass cover is covered with a grayish-white color left by scratches from gravel. It looks like a layer of frost on the window display in winter. A bright brown beetle stopped on the corner of the glass cover. It shook the coat on it like a traveler, with a dusty appearance, revealing the bright red lining under the coat - almost like a blinking signal light. The color seemed to be breathing.

Also dusty was the little girl in front of the fruit and vegetable shop, carrying a bag of vegetables in her left hand and a bag of rice in her right hand. Out of some unknown idea, the young jounin stopped and stopped a little further away. This distance allowed him to see the children's movements without being easily noticed. After realizing it, he felt like he was following a minor. When he realized it, he lowered his eyebrows even more feebly, secretly despising his own thoughts.

Come on, he is a copy of Ninja Kakashi.

Longdao probably didn't notice the people behind him. He was concentrating on responding to the shop owner's greetings. Then he declined the kindness of the housewives around him who also came to prepare the ingredients, and said goodbye to everyone calmly, politely and thoughtfully. That child is so sensible that he doesn't look like a child at all. Kakashi heard a few women whispering in his ear say this, and watched the child leave with a rather loving expression. That kid is so sensible. This is not the first time Kakashi has heard others comment like this. The person who was labeled with these labels when he was a boy was himself. The children who had such comments in later years were the pride of the Uchiha family back then - now overnight Itachi Uchiha became an S-class rebellious ninja, and then and now, the protagonist of this evaluation became Izumi Gageshima. Maybe it was because of the rounding that he always felt a little pity watching this girl grow up.

For a moment he thought of that missed birthday.

When Kakashi appeared in front of him with the appearance of a chance encounter, Gagejima was not surprised. Her white-haired teacher's whole face still showed only one smiling eye, and his whole body was wrapped more tightly than her head teacher in high school. He held the spine of the novel that he never left his hand with one hand, raised his other hand and greeted her: "Hey, what a coincidence."

"It would be better if you could just happen to show up like this during training every day." Cageshima stated calmly.

Since being entrusted by Mrs. Gongjima to be Xiaolongjima's teacher, this is the first time Kakashi has heard this girl say any longer sentences except for necessary dialogue. It's just that the content of his words made people laugh or cry. He helplessly tilted his head and looked deeply frustrated. Then he took the two large bags of heavy objects carried by the little girl with one hand in a natural manner, closed the book in his right hand and tapped her head lightly, and said: "Let's go, I will send you home as compensation."

Mr. and Mrs. Gongjima have been away from Konoha in recent days, so there is only one little one left in the house who has not yet graduated. This situation seems to be common for Xiaolongdao. A person can go in and out of the quiet Longdao house without disturbing the surrounding neighbors. The way she was tinkering with ingredients while stepping on the chair didn't look like a child at all. Her calm and skillful movements combined with her short arms and legs that hadn't grown out yet made her look like Home Alone. Rongdao glanced at her side and slowed down thoughtfully, just in case her legs, which were no longer than a carrot, couldn't hold her up, and she wouldn't end up like the white-haired guy who robbed an underage child of his supplies and ran away - his shadow. It sticks to the ground and drags for a long time. Her eyes moved. Kakashi, who was aware of it, lowered his eyes and looked back, staring at her in confusion.

"What's wrong, Koizumi?"

"Nothing." Longdao replied, looking away indifferently.

The Gongjima house without the Gongjima couple was deserted from the inside out. If Kakashi hadn't known in advance that the Gongjima couple had only been away for about a week, he might have subconsciously thought that there had been no one living here for several months. The wind chime hanging by the window was covered with a thin layer of dust, and the stove was so tidy that there was an inhuman air-conditioning. Gongjima put the things she had just bought into categories, then turned to look at the jounin who had not left yet, deciding between saying goodbye or inviting Shiramo-sensei who was kind enough to send her home for a cup of tea.

"Then I will send you here, and be careful when using fire when you are alone at home." Before Cage Island made the final choice, Kakashi retracted his thinking eyes and said with a smile.

The thought of "Why don't you invite him in for a cup of tea" came to mind but was mercilessly pushed back.

Cage Island: ...Tsk.

"Goodbye." The child from Congdao acted swiftly and closed the door coldly as soon as he finished speaking. Half a syllable was still stuck in the crack of the door and was crushed to pieces. Kakashi, who was originally planning to explain a few more words after leaving the door, was puzzled.

But soon, the door of Longdao Mansion was knocked again. The person standing outside the door was still the silver-haired Jonin from before.

"Oh, I just remembered that something was left here for you." The silver-haired jonin scratched his hair, looking a little embarrassed.

"...Are you talking about this?" Gongdao twirled a corner of the book and lifted the conspicuous orange novel to eye level. She found this in the vegetable bag a few minutes ago. It was initially ruled out that it was a gift from the vegetable store. She did not remember that she had ever been to a bookstore to buy something that was not sold to people of her age (physical age). books.

Kakashi: I always feel like students are looking at garbage.

"Is there anything else?" Congdao asked.

Maybe I shouldn’t use the excuse to stay here in Kissing Paradise, big failure. It would be considered sexual harassment, Kakashi Hatake. She didn't even use honorifics just now. Kakashi recovered from his deep frustration and revealed his iconic crescent eyes again. He said in a long tone: "Well - what else is there, let me think about it." He looked like he was thinking seriously, and suddenly, like magic, a beautifully packaged hexahedral box appeared from behind, and he gently placed it in front of the little girl. , softened his tone gently, "Happy birthday, Xiaoquan."

The time went back more than ten minutes ago, when Kakashi's real body was still on his way to send Xiaolongjima home. In front of the dessert shop, the special Jonin with short purple hair had a plate of jade dumplings beside his seat and was enjoying life happily. She was still wearing a jounin vest, looking like she had just gotten off work. At this moment, she saw a figure at the door of the store who would never appear here normally.

"K, Kakashi, you're not here to buy desserts too, are you?" Anko rubbed her eyes in shock.

"Hey, it's Anko." Kakashi smiled and greeted the same person, and then explained, "Ah, today is a student's birthday..."

……

This direction was obviously beyond Gongjima's expectations. She looked at the cake placed in front of her in a daze, and then at the jounin holding the cake. It was rare that she didn't look like a top student. But the confusion only lasted for a short period of time, and she soon realized what she was doing, but she still took the cake very gently.

"...Thank you." Longdao said. At the same time, she pursed her lips, and a small smile appeared on her young face.

When Junpei Yoshino was in the third grade, residents moved into the villa opposite Yoshino House that had been vacant for a long time. Ever since the last owner died violently in his study, it has become a haunted house where tenants shake their heads and talk about it with disgust. It seems like a hot potato in the hands of the bitter agent. In addition, the original tenant was a well-known celebrity, and the famous detective's wonderful reasoning to solve the case appeared in newspapers and TV the next day, which can be said to be an uproar. Now this hot potato cannot be thrown away. It wasn't until June 2011, when Mrs. Yoshino picked up Junpei from school and led her children to the door of her home, that she realized that a new house number had been put on the door of the villa opposite.

The brand-new metal door plate, like the new neighbor across from Yoshinoya himself, shines with a cold white light, a color that is easily reminiscent of a samurai's blade or the untouched fresh snow on a sunny day. To welcome her new neighbor, Mrs. Yoshino rang the doorbell of her new neighbor later in the evening. From that day on, the baby-faced sister became Yoshinoya's new neighbor. According to my mother, she seemed to have moved here because her family had a car accident and there was no one to help her. Because of this, Yoshinoya's new neighbor transferred to a nearby key junior high school to continue his studies at such a difficult time.

At that time, Junpei was still trying to fit into the small group in the class. From the perspective of Junpei, Cage Island always lived alone and seemed to be isolated from human beings. Even in elementary schools, it is not uncommon for children to form small groups in twos and threes and meet up to go shopping on weekends. Such incomprehensible emotions did not gradually become clear until a few years later. At that time, whether it was the Cage Island sister who isolated all humans or the gentle and undisciplined mother, they became blurry and blurry like the scene flying backwards outside the car window. Far away.

He often worried about his mother's health, but his efforts to dissuade her from quitting smoking always had little success. After Mrs. Yoshino lazily promised him that she would not do it again next time, he would catch her lighting up thin women's cigarettes countless times. At this time, Mrs. Yoshino would always put out the half-burned cigarette butt in the face of her son's reserved angry expression, raise her hands in surrender with a smile that showed some guilt but would never follow the instructions, and promised to quit smoking.

Life is probably always full of lies like this, like the beer cans that were lying around in his mother’s hand; like him lying about coming home late because he was playing with his classmates and taking a long detour in order not to worry his mother; or like him taking a long detour. Made up excuses for hundreds of pockets of pocket money to disappear.

Humans are disgusting creatures, Junpei thinks so. Among this disgusting pile of flesh, only the mother's heart is pure and flawless.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Hand over the money quickly." The leading junior high school student with conspicuous yellow hair blocked the thin boy in the corner with his height like a hill. He pushed Junpei's shoulders impatiently, looking overly arrogant and trying his best to make an arrogant expression. The result was that he looked a little crooked in his nose and mouth. Junpei's palms were wet as he held his school bag, and they were clasped together with sweat. Several junior high school students who looked like juniors saw him dawdling, yelled and came to tug at his schoolbag. During the push, Junpei, who was thin and frail, was pushed so hard that he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. Several junior high school students laughed smugly, sounding like the howling of crows whose throats were only burned by fire.

Just when a few junior high school students were laughing and joking about doing something more, a familiar figure walked around Junpei on the ground and walked past him.

The girl in the junior high school uniform's eyes were still in the shorthand book, and she didn't hear the sound just now. It wasn't until she realized that the road in front of her was blocked that she raised her eyes calmly: "Please give way, it's blocking the road." Then He lowered his eyes again and devoted himself to the pages of the book without wasting any time.

This was Junpei's first close encounter with their new neighbor.

Several junior high school students with messy dyed hair were stunned when they heard this, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, it seems you are the one giving way, right?"

Seeing several large mountains that still showed no intention of moving, Longdao stopped in confusion, then slightly took off some of the earphones hanging from his right ear and asked, "Excuse me?"

Lord Tianyuan is here, she has absolutely no intention of provocation.

I don’t know if he is really unaware of the current context, or if he is deliberately trying to irritate the villain with a ferocious expression across from him. Huang Mao is at the age when most people despise him - a bad boy who unrealistically dreams of commanding a street, defeating invincible opponents in the world, and even being discovered by the leader of the Tao, and then reaching the pinnacle of his life - only from this picture. There was plain disdain on his casual face.

Or maybe those eyes simply reflected his pitiful heart that he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and could only convince himself that he was superior to others through bullying. When Huang Mao made a pushing motion, Junpei closed his eyes subconsciously.

That's when it happened.

When he tentatively opened his eyes, he unexpectedly saw Huang Mao lying face down on the ground. Probably because his jaw was flattened by the concrete floor, he was grinning in pain, as if he had no idea what had just happened. The lonely new neighbor didn't even look at the two children who fell behind her. She hung the headphones back on her ears and looked around with an innocent look that was still blocked on the sidewalk like a barricade. Several other junior high school students - the junior high school students who were stuck on the road invariably took two steps back, taking the risk of almost planting themselves headfirst into the green belt, and they all stepped aside to make a path for people to pass. trails. The culprit then reopened his shorthand book with satisfaction, and there was very little emotion in his tone. It’s the mechanical synthesized sound on the subway platform that makes me burst into tears.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"You, you're welcome..."

"Please go slowly!"

March 22, 2016, 11:27 am, Tottori City.

Mayuya's mobile phone signal lost connection with the outside world. When the music in the headphones was interrupted, the mobile phone had been without signal for two or three minutes. She stepped out of the cramped bathroom stall. Because of the loud rock music playing in the player, she had previously ignored the movement around her. It was not until the progress bar reached the part outside the buffered content that the blank buffer was like a derailed train, bringing her back to the abnormally silent place. in reality.

Not only in the bathroom, but also in the corridor, there was a stagnant silence lurking. Under this surface, there lurked a wave of maliciousness that made her feel sick and familiar. She was instinctively on guard. Mayu also walked to the window, and at this moment she realized that it was not only the inside of the hospital that was stagnant, but also the outside of the hospital.

There was no wind, no birds chirping. Standing above the window is a piece of dead green.

The progress bar is still buffered.

No troublesome creatures can be seen from here. At the same time, she felt a strong sense of being spied on, with a distinct sense of presence, almost like a poorly worded challenge. It was like densely packed steel needles piercing the retina, and then following the direction of blood flow like the sensational rumors said, it finally penetrated deeply into the blood-pumping organ in the left chest. The lack of privacy is not a nice feeling, but rather frightening and irritating. The negative emotions are exported back to the initiator, once again strengthening the technique it uses to show off.

"No..." This was too much of a coincidence. Mayuya stood at the window and looked into the distance, and finally saw a barrier that looked like splashing ink about a hundred meters away from the hospital building.

Since he could see the boundary of the tent, it at least proved that there were magicians around, so Mayu didn't have to worry about the curse spirit removal. As for non-magicians, there is no need to worry. After all, it is the responsibility of auxiliary supervision to evacuate the group of non-magicians who do not know the truth in advance. As for whether the signal shielding effect belongs to the magician or the curse spirit, Mayu doesn't care.

That's weird. Mayuya's dantian was filled with anger:

"Hey, is anyone there? There are innocent people here who have not been evacuated!"

Do retired magicians have no human rights? The tents were lowered before the evacuation situation was even confirmed, and it seemed that the magic world was not far away from destruction.

Thinking like this, Mayu also squeezed out a "low-grade" from the corner of her mouth with some disdain.

In line with the idea of ​​walking out of the door on the first floor before discussing the aftermath, Mayuya waited for a few minutes and saw no response before retracting his head and walking out of the door of the women's restroom on the third floor. She had no intention of provoking someone who was watching secretly somewhere, but she just thought it was polite to say hello, so before walking away from the window, she swaggeringly raised her middle finger and gave her a smile showing neat white teeth. .

At the staircase on the third floor, Mayu also picked up a half-sized little ghost head. Wearing a floral skirt, her eyes were dark and shiny, and she was hiding by the alloy armrest with worry, biting her lip and staring at her. The thin magic power on her body was not even comparable to that of a foxtail grass on the roadside. Mayuya held her cell phone in one hand and slung it in her pocket with the other. She hurried down a few steps and then shot back.

Pick up the little one and go downstairs again. She blocked the little girl's uneasy but polite inquiry, her tone was extremely vicious, and she said briefly and perfunctorily: "Don't ask me, I don't know."

Thirteen:02 am.

Just as the auxiliary supervisor lifted the barrier near the hospital and several conjurers were about to get into the car and withdraw to the high school, they heard someone calling the auxiliary supervisor's last name from afar. The young auxiliary supervisor heard the sound and looked around, and saw a figure sprinting towards him from near the inpatient department at a speed of 100 meters.

Before the auxiliary supervisor could see who she really was, a child appeared in front of her. Not a magician. When he came to this conclusion, the assistant supervisor felt his heart skip a beat.

"Leave it to you." Mayuya said. In silence, he watched the familiar auxiliary supervisor's increasingly refreshing hairline.

It only takes one glance to feed the emotions of meeting again after a long separation to the dogs. The young assistant supervisor hardened his fists.

Mayu had no intention of staying any longer, and didn't even look at the young conjurer who was poking his head in the car with a playful smile. The package received after the funeral last year suddenly popped into the head of the assistant supervisor. He stopped Mayuya who seemed to be about to leave, and said hesitantly: "About that book..."

The smile faded from the woman's eyes in an instant, like a black and white silent film. The corners of her mouth were straightened, and she looked away expressionlessly.

"No, I'm not interested." She said and walked away without looking back. In response to his futile shouting, Mayuya just waved her hand - as if to ward off annoying flying insects.