The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

Any woman who is a little wary will get offended and angry when a man touches her hair.

Her hair was lush and the braid was lost on the mountain road, now scattered behind her, dark as crow feathers.

The corners of Izayoi's eyes drooped slightly, and the live eyelashes blocked the murderous aura in his eyes. She was on the taller side, sitting on a low stool, slightly taller than Hashirama, who was leaning back. Even though he was holding back, his body posture still showed deep dissatisfaction.

Hashirama smiled freely, took off the ribbon tied to his forehead, and tied the hair in his hand into a bunch.

The owner of the house shouted at the right time that the water was boiling and came from the backyard with a basin in his hand.

Hashirama let go of his hand, took the basin and placed it at Izayoi's feet. He extended his hand to guide: "It's not convenient with your hair down. Please."

Please what? Izayoi cautiously closed his hands and pressed them on his thighs.

"Water Bug House." He pointed to the signboard outside, "It's a foot bath shop."

nest……

Izayoi took a deep breath, waved his sleeves and stood up.

"Eh? Where are you going?"

"leave."

Hashirama hooked Izayoi's sleeves and begged in a low voice: "Don't. I've already paid. I've already come, so why not..."

"Why don't you please Hashirama-kun to enjoy yourself here? I'm busy with chores in the shop, so I won't spend more time with you."

Izayoi grabbed his palm that had climbed up to his forearm and pressed his backhand on Hashirama's chest. With a little force, he pressed the man against the wall.

She lowered her head, and her long hair fell from her shoulders. The tied tail of her hair hung on Hashirama's chest, and the white ribbon snaked down on her chest.

The condescending gesture allowed Izayoi to regain a sense of control. She held the person down with her right hand with a half-smile, and lifted Hashirama's long hair with her left hand.

"Hashirama-kun, you should think more about yourself, the ribbon is disrespectful."

Slender fingers ran through the long hair, took off the ribbon, shook it twice, and placed it on Hashirama's mouth.

"A person only has one mouth. Isn't it good to keep it to eat?"

She raised her index and middle fingers together and stirred her chakra, as if she was preparing to form a seal to kill.

Hashirama's pupils dilated for an instant, his muscles tensed up, but he felt a soft fragrance.

Finally, the cold fingers touched and disappeared between the lips, leaving only an aftertaste like a dragonfly touching water.

Izayoi raised the corners of his mouth, fluttered his sleeves and pulled away.

When Hashirama came to his senses and chased him out, there was no one in the alley.

The owner of the house came in with a second basin of hot water and shouted. After a closer look, there was only one person left.

He put down the basin, wiped his hands with the towel on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "I missed it, Young Patriarch. Does it hurt when my sleeve slaps my face, or does it smell good?"

Hashirama smiled bitterly and sat back down. "It hurts a little. It's good to be more vigilant. You won't be easily bullied by bad people."

The shopkeeper had an "I know, I understand" expression on his face and winked. "This is different from our mission. You are too direct. Women, you have to go along with it!"

"Not because of that. Gather some information."

Hashirama took off his shoes, soaked his feet in the hot water, and sighed in comfort.

"Because the gambling house was closed? It's really strange. It disappeared overnight quietly. The remaining people were crazy and couldn't ask anything. The key is that the next day, Madam Butterfly from the wine shop summoned the street There was a meeting with the merchants on board. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I am not qualified to go to the scene. It is said that the attitude is very tough. He just snatched the gambling shop's territory from the hands of a group of old silver coins. "

As the owner of the house talked, he wanted to sit down next to the young patriarch. He squatted down and realized something was wrong. When he looked down, he found that the low stool had been taken away.

"Lend me the stool to go back and study."

"What do you want a stool for?"

The two said in unison.

"Please, Uncle Kenta!" Hashirama hugged the low stool and didn't let go. He sat on the ground with his legs spread wide and started to cheat.

Kenta's eyes widened and he snatched it several times without snatching it away. He deeply felt that the naughty kid he watched grow up became even naughtier.

"Isn't it disgusting! I won't let go of any stools that others have used!"

"You said you should pay attention to your preferences! She didn't even choose a straw mat when she came in. She fell in love with this stool at first sight! Just treat it as a help to your nephew! I also helped you! Otherwise, you can still stand in front of me on the battlefield. Playing Death Escape in front of so many people?"

"I am free and happy with each other! You still have a tribe!" Senju Kenta scolded angrily.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Looking at that aggrieved face, I got angry and punched him viciously. "Didn't your father make an appointment for you to be the princess of the Uzumaki family before he passed away? It's been almost eight years, and you still haven't brought her back? She's beautiful, but she's beautiful and can't be eaten. If you like it, keep it outside. It's just the right time for the short-haired girl. Ce Street developed into Thousand Hands’ sphere of influence.”

"Don't. Miss Izayoi is a serious person and can speak very well."

"How can I see you?"

Hashirama picked up the dry cloth next to him and wiped his feet dry, then sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees, looking thoughtful.

"The upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked. You can tell the character of a nobleman from the contact with his agent. Madam Butterfly obviously has better seduction methods but they are useless. The guy at the izakaya knows that I can't afford it. Qian didn't do anything either. His hands were obviously calloused, at least for someone who had used a knife before, but he was so restrained. Don't you think it's strange?"

"Hmph. What's so strange. This is Tanchu Street, the radiation influence area of ​​the black market. Anyone who dares to pass by here doesn't have two brushes in his hand."

Kenta Senju stabbed Hashirama in the forehead with hatred.

"If you think it's weird, you should stop! It's better for you to keep teasing others. What? Do you think you don't want to die quickly enough? Beauty's heart, Hero's Tomb. People are not interested in you. If you get angry, just kill them!"

"Although, I don't think she can beat me." Hashirama said sincerely.

"You are still planning to wait for her to take action!"

Senju Kenta's saliva almost sprayed onto his face, so Hashirama wiped his face and curled his lips with empty eyes.

"You didn't care when Mrs. Coconut hit you."

"I'll kill you little bastard!"

The two hammered downstairs, and the children upstairs were woken up. A little girl with shaggy hair poked her head out from the stairs, "Dosan and Jiro were all woken up."

Kenta retracted his hand and forced out a fatherly smile.

"Hanako? It's okay. This time the customer wants to have sex for free again, Duosang just teaches him a lesson."

The little girl rolled her eyes. "It's just a basin of hot water. I'll go out and chop some firewood tomorrow and come back. This man treated my mother. You didn't give me any money either, Duosang."

"Okay, okay. Hanako go put Jiro to sleep. Please."

The little girl shrank back, and Kenta sat down against the wall dejectedly. He remembered something and had no intention of arguing with his eldest nephew.

"My condolences." Hashirama patted his uncle on the shoulder. "Why don't you take the children back to your clan? There will be no shortage of food for them."

Kenta shook his head helplessly. "I have no shame to go back. I have to take full responsibility for your father's death. It was my failure to guard that allowed Uchiha Tajima to take advantage of him."

Hashirama was silent for a while and comforted: "It happened eight years ago, and the Uchiha clan leader is gone. Ashes to dust, soil to soil. The living must continue to look forward. Mrs. Kagyoko knows what Izumi is doing, and she doesn't want to See you like this."

"Hi. She doesn't like ninjas, and she doesn't know that I am a ninja. If she really wants to take her child back, Hanako Dairojiro will follow my old path again. Only then will she be angry. Okay, after all these years, She is gone, and so is your father. It’s time to think about your business. Don’t interrupt, princess of the whirlpool, when are you going to welcome me back? When you get married, those old guys may let me go back and have a corner seat. .”

Kenta put aside his sad thoughts and pushed his eldest nephew next to him with his shoulder, winking happily.

"talk later."

Seeing his perfunctory look, Kenta became too anxious and punched him again.

Hashirama crossed his hands to catch his uncle's Iron Fist of Love, and said with a wry smile: "Tobirama wrote to me a long time ago, and Uzumaki was vague at first, neither saying yes nor no. The last reply was a year ago, and they were directly It is said that the original princess has sworn to serve the gods and never marry. As you know, both men and women in the Uzumaki family are the same. Mito is the eldest daughter, and as long as she makes up her mind, she will most likely be the next clan leader."

"Can't you ask someone else?"

"I think it's obvious that they have refused. Think about it, the Uzumaki clan living alone on the peninsula and not participating in the disputes on the mainland is already a statement. Besides, they call themselves the lord of the country, so how can they look up to me? That's the mud-legged guy. That's Zhen Jijun. Previously, he only reluctantly agreed because of his father's face and his blood connection with our family. Now that my father is gone, they are even less likely to pay attention to us. "

Kenta let go of his hand and drooped his shoulders dejectedly. "If I can still show up legitimately, I can make a trip for you myself."

"You still have to take care of Hanako Tarojiro and the others."

Too. Originally, he should have died on the battlefield with Lord Buddha. But remembering the difficulty of Huaye's life alone, he struggled in confusion and crawled to the vicinity of Danzhu Street. Fortunately, Hua Ye had a good connection with him and found his missing lover in time. Otherwise he wouldn't even know he had a child.

Now I didn't have the courage to go back, so I just continued to live in Danzhu Street.

"Maybe when you do something big, they will come over to you."

Hashirama understood that his uncle was trying to comfort him, and laughed heartily in response.

"Of course! I am a man who wants to calm down the war and bring peace to the world!"

Kenta couldn't help but be amused by him. "You haven't given up on this dream yet. I remember you started shouting like this when you were twelve years old. You were beaten several times by your father."

"Hey. If nothing else, the old man's fists are really hard. It hurts so much when he hits someone."

"That's not because your kid is too naughty and you are always angry with him..."

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After chatting with my clan uncle about the whole world, the sky had completely darkened. Rejecting Uncle Kenta's invitation to stay overnight, Hashirama stretched out and walked to the street.

The dusky sky was replaced by a night full of stars, and the Milky Way meandered through it to divide the sky, traversing the entire sky from south to north.

How beautiful!

He sighed as he walked.

The clear and pure beauty makes people unable to stop being fascinated. Does the goddess in myth live in the sky, looking at all the living beings on the ground struggling for survival with compassion?

It would be great if the scenes on earth could be as beautiful and peaceful as those in heaven.

Less fights, more lights.

More lanterns were placed under the eaves of the shops, rendering the short book street like a demonic realm deep in desire.

When passing by an izakaya, he deliberately went in to persuade Izayoi to leave here and not to live on a knife's edge like a ninja. But when he thought of her smiling lips, his chest seemed to be frozen, and his heartbeat skipped a beat.

She definitely didn't want to, and maybe she thought she had ulterior motives.

Ugh!

Hashirama touched the coolness that remained in his heart. Izayoi's right hand had a string of cinnabar-colored beads hanging on her wrist. There used to be eighteen beads, but today there are only sixteen.

The prayer beads dropped to his chest as she pressed her body down, and it was as cold as a bone, as if it had been stabbed in by a frozen blade. If it weren't for Izayoi's soft body and normal body temperature, he might not be able to help but take it directly.

That's not a good thing.

Thinking of the strange-smelling and ridiculously powerful ninja tools that Hagoromo had used on the battlefield, Hashirama's eyebrows became completely serious.

Izayoi's beads are very similar to them.

Every time I see Hagoromo carrying a ninja tool, it's different. On the same battlefield, several people always take turns driving. It can be seen that those things are extremely harmful to ninjas.

So what will be the effect of this string of beads? She wouldn't have used it already.

Hashirama was determined to return, but when he turned around he found that he had reached the top of the mountain. Looking back, the izakaya was hidden in the dim light and could not be seen clearly.

Next time. Find an excuse to come over next time.