Konoha Sheriff

Zhishui stared closely at Beichen's eyes, trying to see some different emotions in these eyes.

But as he looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but feel a little lost, and he felt a sense of powerless frustration.

This face really affected his judgment.

He obviously wanted to read some negative things such as ambition and cunning from his eyes, but when he really looked at each other, he couldn't help but be attracted by those deep eyes.

I am a straight man!

"What on earth are you thinking? Fortunately, I want to introduce Itachi to you..."

Zhisui's tone was full of complaints, but his body gave up the struggle very honestly and allowed Beichen to lead him towards Puti, who was completely opposite to Itachi.

"We can talk about those things after we get back to my house. This is not the place to talk..." At this point, Beichen suddenly looked at Huofeng apologetically:

"Sorry Huofeng, I can't eat the barbecue. How about I cook it myself to reward you?"

Huofeng and Beichen had worked together for three years, and he knew very well that Beichen had important things to do at the moment, so he spoke very understandingly:

"Okay, Brother Beichen, why don't we go to your house to eat that thing called hot pot after we buy the ingredients? I've been thinking about that last time for a long time."

"Hot pot?" Zhishui looked at Beichen curiously.

Beichen smiled at Zhishui: "It's a dish I invented in my spare time... Since Huofeng said so, let's go and eat hot pot at my house tonight."

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After selecting the "kill in advance" option in the system panel, Beichen, carrying large and small bags, returned to his courtyard with Huofeng and Zhishui.

After a lot of work, most of the ingredients have been cleaned and sliced, and the mandarin duck pot made by the blacksmith in the family has begun to steam.

Huofeng was an impatient guy, so he didn't introduce it to Shisui. He picked up a thin slice of beef with chopsticks and put it into the spicy pot to cook it.

Seeing that Huofeng just put the beef into the copper pot and rinsed it for a few times before popping the beef dipped in spicy oil into his mouth, Shisui couldn't help but be stunned.

Is this person going crazy with hunger?It was not cooked at all in such a short period of time. This is not a fish fillet that can be eaten raw...

Seeing Zhi Shui staring at Huofeng like he was looking at a monster, Beichen felt amused and simply picked up a chopstick of beef slices that had been cooked in the soup pot and put it into Zhi Shui's bowl:

"Don't be so surprised, Shisui. These thin slices of beef are easy to cook. Try it. It will have a special flavor if you dip it in some sauce."

Zhi Shui saw that Beichen had put the beef into his bowl, and saw that there was indeed no blood in the beef, so he doubtfully picked up the beef and put it into his mouth.

"Hmm~" As soon as the piece of meat entered his mouth, Shisui's eyes couldn't help but light up: "It's delicious!"

As soon as the tender and smooth beef enters your mouth, the unique aroma of beef explodes in Shisui's taste buds, giving Shisui an unprecedented taste experience.

Without Beichen's persuasion, Zhishui picked up a chopstick of beef and tentatively put it into the soup pot.

Beichen looked at it with an expectant and cautious look, which made Beichen laugh for a while. This is because there is neither sesame sauce nor sanda sauce in the Naruto world, otherwise Shisui's tongue will be fragrant.

The appetites of the three grown men were not small at all, and more than 20 plates of thinly sliced ​​beef and mutton were consumed in the blink of an eye.

Huofeng fussed out the sake he bought earlier. His face was as red as the red trousers exposed at his waist under the dual effects of chili pepper and alcohol.

Shisui had never eaten beef or drank much wine before. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still drunk by Huofeng for several glasses of wine. Although he did not completely lose consciousness, he was still a little tipsy.

After confirming that Zhisui's current state could still hear his speech, Beichen did not hesitate and said directly:

"We've already finished eating the hot pot, and now it's time to get down to business..."

As expected of a jounin who has been walking in the ninja world for many years, even though he was a little drunk, Shisui still put on a straight face and carefully searched around the wall of Beichen's house. After a while, he nodded:

"It's no problem. If you want to say something, Beichen, just say it."

"As I said before, I want to talk to you, Zhisui, about things between the village and the family... But before that, I want to confirm one thing. Is it your idea, Zhisui, to join ANBU? What does the patriarch mean?"

As soon as these words came out, Shisui immediately woke up from most of his wine, and even the hazy drunkenness disappeared.

He stood up suddenly and stared directly into Beichen's eyes again.

After his eyes were still unable to read anything from those eyes, he sat down a little dejectedly and rubbed the wool roll on his end:

"I really admire you."

Noticing Zhishui's state, Beichen's spirits perked up, knowing that the topic was coming.

"This is my own choice...after all, I am a descendant of Uchiha Mirror."

Hearing this, Beichen couldn't help but secretly thought, "Sure enough," but there was still a puzzled look on his face:

"But so what? No one is forcing you to follow the path of your ancestors, right?"

"This..." Zhishui's words were stagnant: "You are right, no one forced me to continue along the path of my ancestors. I spontaneously chose to inherit Uncle Jing's legacy. The blueprint described in the notes is also my yearning..."

"What happens next?" Beichen asked hurriedly: "With the great ambition of 'turning things around', you joined the ANBU amidst the cold eyes of your tribe and the suspicion of outsiders, and have worked hard in it for so many years. What's the result?"

Zhishui was deeply speechless again, and after a long while he glared at Beichen with some dissatisfaction:

"No wonder Itachi refuses to deal with you. You really don't leave any room for others to be sharp."

"You are different from Itachi." Beichen didn't want to give Shisui a chance to discuss Itachi: "Actually, you had expected it from the beginning. This road would be difficult to walk, very difficult to walk."

"What you said is right or wrong. I thought it would be difficult to follow this argument, but I really didn't expect it to be this difficult... This is a solution to the tribe's rejection of the village and the village's suspicion of the family. An endless cycle that won’t open.”

Zhisui rubbed his face, his voice was dull and trembling.

After so many years of exploration, he has more or less realized that there seems to be no better way than to break the knot between the family and the village generals through violence.

"Really?"

Completely beyond Zhisui's expectation, this time Beichen did not continue to prick him with sharp questions, but put forward another view:

"Is there a possibility that, Shisui, your perspective on the problem is too one-sided?"