The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

Izayoi turned around after hearing the sound.

She and her clothes seemed to glow against the brightly lit streets.

In mythology, Princess Kaguya accepted the offering of Huo Huanyi and wore it to walk on the path of light leading to the Kingdom of God.

Presumably that Huo Huanyi is also such a bright and bright red.

Hashirama awkwardly put his dirty hands behind his back.

He rushed back from the battlefield, covered in mud and had no time to wash off. There is also some more shameful dirt hidden under the black battle uniform and bloody armor.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

The gentle evening breeze blew the air-dead wind lanterns hanging under the poles spinning. The candlelight inside kept swaying with the direction of the wind, illuminating the two people with their faces and backlight more and more clearly.

Slowly, more and more people came to have fun, and most of them glanced at it with strange eyes. After seeing the bloody armor hidden in the shadows, they quickened their pace and moved away.

"Hashirama-kun?"

Hashirama didn't answer.

Tonight's Izayoi looks particularly different. Not only did she put on makeup, she also changed into a brighter red formal suit. Rather, it was... a feeling that he couldn't describe.

He was clearly standing on the opposite side, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them.

A rare feeling of frustration welled up in his heart, making him afraid to touch her eyes.

"Hashirama-kun?"

Izayoi began to approach this side, her long furisode brushing against her white socks. She shuttled between the couplet lamps and the darkness in the gaps. The golden pine branches flowed on the vermilion silk and satin, flickering on and off like breathing.

Hashirama didn't take the initiative to greet him as usual. He shrank into the shadows, but he couldn't do anything to back down. I just hold indescribable hopes and let people come to me on their own initiative.

Izayoi raised his face, and the upright hairband fell softly back. The broken hair in front of his forehead was fixed on the top of his head by a wooden comb, and the remaining two sideburns hung obediently under the collarbone.

"what happened?"

"No...nothing. Stopped by to buy something. I happened to see you."

Izayoi raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes darkened.

"Are you planning to take a gamble? The casino has been renovated and reopened today. I'll give you free chips."

"No...no. Well, I won't bet money anymore."

Izayoi's eyes became even stranger.

Hashirama quickly explained: "My family criticized me. Gambling is bad, addictive, and wasteful. I didn't have much savings, but they were all gone. I have to save money. Yes! Save money!"

"Saving money is a good thing. Gambling really hurts the mind."

"Do you also think gambling is bad?" Hashirama asked cautiously.

Izayoi couldn't help laughing: "Are you asking if it's good to open a gambling shop for money?"

How can any boss drive away customers who come to deliver money? Hashirama couldn't help but laugh at his own words.

An angry wind lamp was blown to the side of the street, illuminating the corner where the two of them were. A moment of light illuminated each other's smiles that they had no time to take back.

This was probably the most natural expression he had ever seen Izayoi. It wasn't the business-like smile of the previous customers, nor was it the dignified and reserved smile. Instead, she had a petty and deliberately irritating little expression, expecting the other party to make a fool of herself in response, and a smile full of emotion - even though she quickly realized the omission and hid the smile behind her long eyelashes again.

"If it doesn't involve money, it's okay to play cards and dice occasionally. Watching flowers and birds, drinking and gambling are all pastimes. But once you become addicted, it's hard to extricate yourself. If you master the degree of immersion, hobbies are not things that hinder your life. , but it will promote harmony... Sorry, I'm a bit preachy. The key is to look at the individual. Hashirama-kun is a very rational person, and he will not be easily swayed."

"Haha, hahaha. Really? You are still the first person to say that I am sane."

"how come?"

"Tobirama always says that I am impatient and rush into things when I'm hot, regardless of whether others can bear it or not."

"If you really want to say that, your brother's evaluation is quite appropriate."

"Eh?! You just praised me?!"

Hashirama showed a pitiful expression again. Seeing his pretending to be good, Izayoi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe she was used to seeing him look stupid, but when they met just now, she almost thought that the person standing in the shadow was Uchiha Madara, who also wore red armor.

Fierce, violent, and the lingering bloody aura all over his body came overwhelmingly with a mountain-like aura. The heavy and depressed air between the eyebrows lowered the originally tall and strong long eyebrows. The bright and cheerful eyes in the past were shrouded in the shadow of the eyebrow arch, and the pursed lips made the line of the jaw become colder and harder. He originally looked like a cheerful and enthusiastic young man, but now he has the nasolabial folds that show his majesty in old age.

It's not good to let him stay here like this. Many people have noticed him just now. It would be bad if the flow of people increases later and causes unnecessary commotion.

What's more - Izayoi pretended to listen carefully to his complaints and glanced at him casually - he was hurt. The areas that are darker than black can only be dyed with a color that the fabric does not originally have.

He was injured, but he was still standing here, talking to her about some nutritious topics.

Will the God of Ninja be injured? Izayoi couldn't help but wonder.

But she couldn't ask.

The reason for asking and the identity of asking are all matters that must be carefully considered.

Once the barriers of the soul are broken, they cannot be restored to the original state. Some people may think that overflowing water can be collected, but feelings are like floods, and letting go of restrictions is equivalent to releasing the flood and bursting the embankment.

She refused to surrender her heart to irrational emotions. She has more important things to do and can't stay here.

"Have you eaten?" she asked suddenly after thinking for a long time.

Breaking up a meaningless chat with the most common questions from your past life is really a bad idea. But there is no better way at the moment, so we can't leave him here. Or drive him away directly? Seeing an injured wild dog on the roadside might not necessarily make you feel cruel, let alone an acquaintance who has communicated with him several times and has seen his high-spirited appearance with your own eyes.

Hashirama was still in a daze, whether it was because he was pretending to be stupid or because he was really at a loss. Izayoi sighed, took his wrist and led him to the back of the alley.

We can't go to the outer streets for the time being, the izakaya is open for business, and a dead-faced Uchiha is sitting in the gambling room. None of his three territories can accommodate this great god.

Izayoi thought about it and decided to take him to the water bug house.

Okja is now equivalent to his subordinate, and the owner of Water Bug House seems to know him. There is hot water there, and if you have enough money, you can borrow the kitchen.

Hashirama followed Izayoi obediently. Because of the height difference, he even bent down to let her hold her hand more easily. Paying attention to the direction he was heading, his expression became strange.

Isn't this Uncle Kenta's home? If you show up right after receiving the letter, you will definitely be laughed at!

His whole body tensed up nervously, and he wanted to run away, but he couldn't bear to let go.

When we arrived at the door of Water Bug House, it was still open for business, but it was quiet inside and we couldn't hear the sound of business being done.

Izayoi knocked politely on the uncorrupted part of the door, and the muffled sound spread upstairs.

"Tamako! Is Okja at home?"

"Tamako went to the outer street to help! If the guests want to wash their feet, just come to me..."

Kenta put on a towel and came out with his head bowed. When he saw Hashirama wearing military armor, he was stunned.

Izayoi bowed slightly towards him, took out two bunches of copper coins from his sleeves and handed them over.

"It's really hard on her. Although the wages are paid once a week, since I'm here this time, I'll bring it to you first. There's no need to give change for the extra money. I wonder if I can borrow some from your kitchen. I need some. Hot water. It would be better if there is a meal, I can pay for it separately."

Kenta's eyes slanted towards Hashirama, who nodded to Izayoi and agreed to her request without taking any money. After letting the people in, he went straight to the backyard.

Izayoi pulled the person to follow him, but the door was stuck when he entered. Her sleeves were wide, and fortunately she was slender, so it wasn't difficult to get in. But Hashirama was stumped. The door to the Water Bug House was in disrepair and could only be opened halfway. Normally, he would be able to come in by turning sideways. But now he is fully armed, with two pieces of plate armor on his hips. The plate armor on the chest is also very generous. It is difficult to pass through even if you are facing up or sideways.

He smiled sheepishly and said that he could roll in from behind.

Izayoi sighed again and rolled up his sleeves. "Are you going to take it off yourself, or should I help you?"

"I'll do it myself!" Hashirama expressed his attitude immediately.

No matter how tightly the rope is tied, just tear it off. There was a clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang clang, and it was completely unloaded.

Izayoi looked at the corners of his eyes and twitched. This leaf-type plate armor is fixed to various parts of the body with ropes. It's okay to have a belt around the waist, but the breastplate is made of rope. Even if it is not a hemp rope that can break the skin, but a cloth rope or even silk, it cannot withstand strong pulling.

Will it really not hurt?

She wanted to ask, but was forced back to her heart by Hashirama's blindingly shining smile.

"Okay! You don't have to worry about me not being able to get in anymore~"

Hashirama, who had taken off his full armor, clapped his hands, jumped up and down twice, and made a weird face with a smile to make her laugh.

Eyes are not eyes, and noses are not noses. Izayoi snorted cooperatively and carefully pulled the person in.

When Hashirama jumped up, he exposed the wound that had been well hidden - a large piece of rag under his ribs, dark, it couldn't have been torn by himself.

Outrageous!

"There is not enough hot water. It has started to burn. It will take a while. Take off the armor first and don't open the wound. I have prepared clean clothes..."

Kenta hurried in and saw Hashirama holding a set of red armor helplessly above his head. He blushed and ran away uneasily as Izayoi was chasing him.

"You...you! Don't touch me! I'm dirty!"

"Then give me the stuff."

"My hands are even dirtier! Also, there's more! Don't look at it as light, it's actually very heavy."

"Then put it down!"

"Stay back, don't touch each other. It's too dirty!"

"Hypocritical! My sleeves are rolled up. If they get dirty, I wash them. If I wash them, they will become clean! Where do you get so many excuses!"

Izayoi simply took off his scarlet outer coat and casually placed it on the wooden rack nearby where towels were dried. She pointed at the wooden frame and said, "Boss, please help me put it away. I have something to do in advance."

The way she gave orders was so natural that Kenta subconsciously put down the basin and carefully supported his lame wooden frame to prevent it from falling.

joke! This dress is very expensive at first glance. It is enough to buy all the clothes for their family and still have some extra. How can I pay for it if it's damaged?

"You follow me to the back. Change your clothes first, and then we'll talk about anything else."

Hashirama placed the plate armor against the wall and moved it against the wall panel timidly. He asked quietly: "What are you talking about?"

Izayoi turned his face sideways, glanced at the rag he held between his arms with the corner of his eye, and raised the corners of his mouth with a smile. "Tell me what you want to eat so I can prepare it."

Hashirama's eyes lit up. "You have to make me food!"

"I paid for the show. So what are you going to give in exchange for eating the food I cooked?"

Hashirama opened his mouth at a loss, and his tall body shrank into a ball.

"You don't want what I want to give you." He muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

"What?! Louder, I didn't hear you clearly."

"No, nothing!"

Izayoi nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the water tank next to him.

"First clean yourself up and borrow a set of clothes from the boss. You are about the same size, so he should have a spare. The money is easy to talk about, so let him charge it to my account. I will go cook now, and you sit outside and think about it. , how should you repay my kindness to you."

"It is all acceptable."

"What are you talking about? Louder!"

"No! I was wrong!"

Zhu Jian immediately got off his seat and knelt down to kowtow.