The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

early morning. Tanshu Street, the secret room on the second floor of the izakaya.

Izayoi put his hands on his eyes, stretched his legs straight, and lay motionless on the mattress. Butterfly knelt down next to her and worriedly took a hot towel and put it on her arm.

"Let me add fuel to your fire."

"No. I hate the smell."

"It's not an option if this continues. You have to take a good rest to recover."

Izayoi waved away the cold towel in boredom and huddled into the thick quilt. She nestled in the quilt, closed her eyes and asked, "Are those two people gone?"

"No." Butterfly shook his head. She hadn't slept all night, and her two black eye bags hung heavily on her face, making her look quite haggard.

"Shikasuke is still playing with them?"

"In the first half of the night, the dark-skinned guy named Hashirama was gambling. He lost so much that the onlookers started to open their own cards to block him. It would take a few more games before he could win. Shikasuke asked me to open another game next to him. Himself. Then he really didn't win a game, and everyone watching lost everything. Those people wanted to cause trouble, but they were driven away by the three of them. Then it was the white-skinned younger brother who got involved. That kid was really awesome, fighting against Shikasuke The results are evenly matched. If we hadn’t opened a secondary market to get back our capital, Shikasuke would have almost lost back all the money he won in the middle of the night.”

"Hmph. Not surprising. As long as the white-haired guy takes action, Shikasuke can't compete with him. Haha. These two brothers formed a group to bully me, right..."

Hearing a hint of gritted teeth, Butterfly quickly put in a good word for his own people.

"Why don't we just drive them away. We won't do their business. Lu Jie's hair is almost gone. It's all my fault. Seeing the man bowing and clasping his hands to apologize or something, I let him in for a moment. I didn't expect that. After a while, his brother also came, and he also pointed out that he was looking for him. I was afraid that something would happen in front of me, so I let him slip out of the back door. But his brother found out that the person was here, and he sat down and stopped leaving. "

"Of course he does."

Izayoi's voice became more and more irritable.

"God knows how shameless Senju Hashirama can be, even staying in the backyard without leaving! And he lied so confidently!"

The soft mattress made a hard sound when she patted it.

"Qianju? That person actually has a last name?" Butterfly asked strangely. Ordinary people rarely have surnames, let alone clans. People with names and surnames are usually nobles.

Izayoi stiffened and got out of the quilt, revealing half of her pale and pretty face. "No. I made a mistake."

Butterfly smiled understandingly and rolled up the quilt to her chin like a mother. "If you say it's not true, it's not true. It's better to sleep with your head exposed, otherwise you won't be able to breathe smoothly and your teeth will become ugly."

Izayoi reluctantly held up her hand. "There are so many rules. Just sleep as comfortably as you want."

It's only when you're cheating like this that you can see Ji Jun's girlish appearance.

But what needs to be said still needs to be said.

"Shikasuke brought a lot of things back this time. I will sell some of them as soon as possible and find a secluded place to buy you a separate residence."

Hearing this, Izayoi frowned. "I can live here. Don't waste money."

"It's not a waste of money. You see, a situation like yesterday could have been avoided if you had not returned to the izakaya. Besides, of course such a beautiful young Ji-kun must have her own independent property."

Butterfly said earnestly and took her hand, patting it again and again.

"The world is too chaotic, and people are unhappy. It is inevitable that they will rush forward when they encounter unreasonable people. I am fully responsible for this, and I promise not to let those pickling things get to you. Bring Lu Jie with you. Let me see. When he came out, he was a capable person, much better than Hirata and me. He was a bit too curious, but he was greedy for money, so if he gave me some small favors, he would be able to do things in a down-to-earth manner."

Izayoi lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

"That's fine. It's really inconvenient to do things with an unstable foundation. I will find a way to smooth out this area as soon as possible."

She raised her hand to straighten Butterfly's crooked blond hairpin, and comforted her with a gentle tone: "It's almost over. I've already sent a letter to Tianshu to bring someone to help you."

Butterfly was startled, and then asked happily: "Tianshu is really willing to come?" Doesn't he dislike walking around the most?

"Of course it is true. There is only such a small area at the bottom of the valley. How many people can be raised? Those who followed us in the morning can be placed there. Those picked up later will all be brought here. Madam Butterfly, do you have the confidence to smooth out those thorns? Even Tianshu has not done this."

Facing Ji Jun's teasing gaze, Butterfly pursed her lips and smiled: "As long as you tell me, it's absolutely fine."

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It's not okay to leave the two people downstairs alone.

After Butterfly left, Izayoi pretended to be dead in the quilt for a while. Finally, he surrendered and stood up, washing himself and dressing with the warm water left behind.

By the time she came down the stairs, the hall on the first floor had been cleaned up, except for the table in the corner against the wall.

Hashirama squatted on the straw mat in boredom, playing with something unknown in his hands. He spun a green shadow so fast that the afterimage appeared.

The stairs creaked in disrepair. When he heard the sound, he raised his head, his slender eyebrows flying sideways, and his upright and handsome face glowed with joy.

Izayoi glared at him fiercely and silently walked to the table to watch the brain-burning game played by Shikasuke and Senju Tobirama.

Each of them took a stack of flower cards and carefully considered playing the cards one by one.

Izayoi watched it for a while, barely able to distinguish the numbers represented by flowers, fruits, and leaves. Looking at the way the two played their cards, it was a headache to figure out what they were competing against.

She frowned, and Hashirama beside her enthusiastically handed over the cup. "Sit down and have a drink and rest. I've been watching it all night and I don't even notice it."

Don't you see that it's normal?

Izayoi gave him a look that was hard to explain.

Anyway, I'll drive everyone away later, no matter what I say, it won't work.

She folded her clothes calmly and knelt down beside him.

Hashirama let out a sigh.

"What's wrong?" The Qi nourishing skill was broken, and Izayoi became angry.

He was so startled that this person couldn't keep his focus?

Hashirama showed a troubled expression and retreated back.

Izayoi glanced at Shikasuke. He looked serious, but his hand holding the cards was steady, and it seemed that he had not reached his limit. This game won't end for a while. If you leave such an eyesore alone, it will eventually explode.

"You go ahead and let me see if we can solve it."

Hashirama glanced furtively at Tobirama, whose face was as heavy as water, and moved his cushion to Izayoi's side bit by bit. He leaned down and his broad shoulders covered most of Izayoi's figure. After getting closer, he whispered, "I'll get you a low stool."

Izayoi was stunned. "What are you doing with a low stool?"

Hashirama blinked. "Don't you like sitting on your knees?"

Izayoi was shocked. "How do you know I don't like to sit on my knees?" This is a ninja, observant?

Hashirama chuckled sheepishly and pulled out his seat cushion. "You get up a little, and I'll put it on for you. It's a little higher, so the blood circulation won't be blocked. When I was a kid, I didn't like sitting on my knees, and my legs would feel numb every time I got up. My father even criticized me for not being manly."

If Senju Hashirama was not a man, almost no one would meet the requirements.

Hearing the secret that he had never known before, Izayoi couldn't help but retort: ​​"Don't all men sit cross-legged?"

Hashirama smiled in surprise: "Of course not. Children start learning by kneeling down."

"That's so uncomfortable. And it's not good for bone development." Izayoi shook his head.

No wonder there are so many bow-legged people in Neon. It turns out it’s not genetic, it’s habit development.

She sighed. There is no difference between here and there. You have to sit on your knees wherever you go, which is especially uncomfortable for women. Their legs are tied tightly with clothes, making it inconvenient to walk.

Hashirama looked at her thoughtfully, thought again and again, pressed the return gift hidden in his arms inside, and changed the direction to continue exploring.

"If you need it, I know a lot about wood and can make a few low stools for you to spare."

Izayoi was suddenly moved.

She really wanted a table and chair that didn’t require bending her legs, but she couldn’t find a carpenter who knew how to do it. Either the wooden legs are made in different lengths, or they are loose and fall apart after a few uses. She described the mortise and tenon structure many times, but the people here just shook their heads and said that their ancestors did not have this tradition and would not do it!

What a bunch of donkey heads.

If Senju Hashirama can do it, it doesn't seem impossible.

She turned her face away in embarrassment, not knowing how to speak.

Last night I treated him very badly and even pushed someone. Butterfly also said that he paid enough for the drinks this time, and helped chop the firewood in the backyard and fill the water tank. Almost everything brought back on the oxcart was brought in with his help.

Maybe, maybe... this person is just a kind-hearted person.

In the memory of her previous life, this was a holy mother in the true sense. Oh no, holy lord. The kind with multiple powerful auras, who can persist in putting aside their hatred and shaking hands for more than ten years in the face of blood feuds that have been fought for many years.

If it were him, he would never be able to forgive an enemy with a blood feud. Maybe it should be written into the family motto and passed down from generation to generation.

Izayoi coughed, picked up the cup and lowered his head to drink water. The face of the lamp was wide and the water was rippling. She observed through the reflection that Senju Hashirama was smiling silly, with his back molars exposed.

What a fool.

In order to cover up her secret observation, she raised her hand and drank in one gulp, almost spitting out the spicy wine that filled her mouth.

Such a big movement alarmed the two people who were having a big brain competition. Shikasuke was shocked, thinking it was poisonous. He picked up the empty cup and examined it carefully, and finally came to the dumbfounding conclusion that Ji Jun could not drink.

"Just take a look, why are you drinking? I'll get some water."

Senju Tobirama, who was watching with cold eyes, picked up an untouched pot of cold water from the side and handed it over. Hashirama, who was anxious to comfort people, quickly took it and stuffed it directly in front of her in a hurry.

"Drink water, drink water. Oh! It's ice!"

There was no time to boil the water, so Hashirama directly rubbed his hands to generate heat. He used his palms to rub the ceramic kettle to heat it up, and carefully filled a bowl of warm water and put it in front of Izayoi.

"Drink more hot water! Drink more hot water and it won't be spicy!"

Izayoi covered her mouth, her face turned red from holding it in, and she swallowed all the wine with difficulty. She couldn't do the impolite act of vomiting in public, so she endured the discomfort and gritted her teeth and swallowed.

Hashirama looked ashamed and felt the same, and he stroked and patted her back with his big hands to help relieve her discomfort.

"It's all my fault. I should have given you a separate glass of water."

alone? Whose cup is this? !

Izayoi looked up at him in disbelief, his eyes full of questions and accusations.

She had just woken up in the morning, and her hair was still a little damp after washing. Her hair, which she had not had time to tie up, stuck softly to her forehead and side of her face. Her fair skin had a slight blush from the alcohol, her small nose was slightly red, and the lip beads in the middle of her lips were so red that they looked like ripe berries.

Hashirama swallowed uncomfortably, reluctant to look away, but not daring to look directly into those almond-shaped eyes that were becoming more moist due to drunkenness.

He straightened his body and blushed a little embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry. My fault. But I will take responsibility!"