[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

As soon as Yihe entered the door, he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

The shoes in the hallway indicated that someone was at home, but one big and one small didn't rush to the door to greet him as usual.It wasn't until he raised his voice a little and said "I'm back" that there was a belated answer from the back room: "Welcome back."

The voice arrived, but the person still did not appear.

Are you playing with Lin?Or teaching Lynn to speak?

Yihe thought about it, and quickly vetoed these guesses one by one——as she got older, Miss Lin's emotional expression gradually returned to the right track, she could cry, laugh, and talk, but he didn't hear the soft little milk voice, Even if it's a laugh or two.

He looked at the extra shoes on the shoe rack again, thinking that he was probably busy receiving visitors, put down his quiver, changed his shoes, stepped into the house, hung his bow on the weapon rack by the door, and asked, "Who is coming?" gone?"

This question seemed redundant, because he had just passed the screen at the door and got the answer through his own eyes.

——Harry and the day difference sat on the sofa in the living room, relatively silent, and the atmosphere was strangely stagnant.And Lin lay on the fence of the baby area, looked at the two of them, and then looked up at him, with obvious fear and worry on her small face.

Yihe walked over, reached out and rubbed the little head, noticed the traces of the sound insulation area formed by the surrounding magic, stood up straight calmly, and asked, "Daily errand? Why are you here?"

Rizai was almost brought up by Yihe and Yishou. It was impossible not to hear the alienation hidden in this question, and his mood became depressed, and his expression darkened a lot.

He held back for a long time with the corner of his mouth curled up, but in the end he didn't say the accusation and condemnation, but simply replied: "I need you for something, brother Yihe."

Yihe pondered for a while, nodded, and motioned to the corridor leading to the room: "Okay, let's go into the room and talk."

"Don't be in a hurry, it's not a big deal to deal with." Harry called out Kazuka who rushed into the room first, called for the water glass that the other party used, poured a cup of tea for him, and put it on the table, " Come, sit down and rest for a while."

He said so, if Yihe persisted, his intention to hurry up and drive people away would be too obvious, so he could only sit down on the empty seat beside him as he said, and drank two sips of water.

After Yihe put down the cup, Harry grabbed his right hand again, squeezed his forearm and upper arm respectively: "Seeing that you have practiced for so long today, your hand has recovered? Does it still hurt?"

Yihe can only use the right eye of a newly transplanted ordinary person, because the right eye is the dominant eye, and he can only use his right hand to draw the bow.The long-term mechanical exercises have overloaded the muscles. Two days ago, his right hand was strained. At this time, the whole arm was covered with bandages to prevent swelling, and it felt hard and prickly.

"It's almost all right," Yihe stretched out his arm to let Harry check, "I specially adjusted the training intensity, so I won't get injured again, don't worry."

Harry placed Ichiga's hand on his knee, unwrapped the bandage, and looked at the naturally open palm.

Compared to his left hand with a scar, Ichiga's right palm was very smooth, only the pads of his index finger and middle finger had a new layer of calluses from his recent practice of archery.

Harry carefully stroked the thin calluses and palm lines on that hand. Yihe probably felt itchy, so he closed his hand and held his fingers, and gave him a look that was half reproachful and half questioning: "What's wrong? You It's a little weird today."

Harry clasped Yihe's hand backwards, tapped his fingertips on the back of his hand, and after a few seconds, he asked abruptly: "Yihe, when you first entered the Anbu, when we met, you told me about your past two years. Years spent at home doing rehab—what rehab?"

He obviously felt that Kazuka's hand trembled, his fingers curled up nervously, and he twisted his wrist, trying to break free from his grasp.

Harry increased his strength a little, restrained his resistance, looked up at Yihe, and called out again: "Yihe."

As soon as they looked at each other, Yihe had a general understanding of the current situation, and instead of making unnecessary struggles, he raised his eyebrows, looked at the nephew beside him, then turned around and asked, "Did the nephew tell you? "

Richa first had a round of cold faces, and was forced to watch the two people show off their affection for a long time. At this moment, he finally couldn't help it, and said, "Yes, I told him. He did it himself." 'Things, why don't you let me say it!"

Harry and Yihe glanced at him surprisingly unanimously, and ignored him surprisingly unanimously.

Harry continued to ask Yihe: "When my magic riot brought you to the hospital, in addition to the trauma, the meridian in your right palm was also damaged, and you can no longer send chakra, right?"

Yihe looked at him with complicated eyes and a gloomy face. After a while, he answered reluctantly: "...Yes."

Harry figured it out completely, why Ichiga, who was extremely restrained, would get so angry at him after he was injured, and why the few Hinata who knew about that period of history more or less hated or loathed him.

——When Yihe was 12 years old, he ruined his right hand because of him, almost ruining his entire ninja career.

And he didn't know about it, and he never doubted whether there was something hidden in it, so he took Yihe's abnormality as a natural habit.

Harry was so depressed that he didn't speak for a while.

Yihe was obviously disturbed by his reaction, looked at his expression, and explained in a low voice: "It has nothing to do with the injury at that time... I was injured by the recoil Chakra because I didn't react in time and didn't stop in time. .”

"Brother Yihe!" Before Harry could respond, Rizai first raised his voice in protest, with a hint of hatred, "Why do you still want to speak for him!"

Yihe frowned again, stood up, and made a gesture to drive the day messenger into the room: "It's not your turn to talk, don't worry about it, go into the room, I will talk to you in detail later."

Richa also stood up abruptly, and without knowing where the courage came from, he stubbornly confronted the elder brother whom he had respected since childhood: "Don't be obsessed with it, Brother Yihe! Is it not enough for him to harm you? Are you really going to fight with him?" Can a man from a foreign race live together for the rest of his life?!"

Yihe was completely furious.

If the fire that the sun sent to Harry earlier was a violent storm, then he was the last calm before the storm.

Harry noticed Yihe's emotional change, and pulled him. Before he could speak, he saw the other party suddenly turn around, leaned over, raised his hand to press the back of his neck, and blocked his mouth.

The forced kiss came so unexpectedly that Harry was stunned for a moment, let alone the day's difference.

The young boy from Hyuga's family fell silent for a second, and stared at the two of them in place, dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

After all, I have never done this kind of thing in front of outsiders. After the touch-and-leave kiss, Ichiga's face was a little red, but he still insisted on saying to Nishizai: "Did you see it? Be with him, It was a decision I made voluntarily, not being 'coerced' or 'tricked' by him as you think."

"As for my hand," he said again, "it was an accident. I... I did care about it when I was young, but life always has to look forward, and I don't blame him long ago."

Risai still remained in the shock brought by that kiss, his mouth was opened blankly, without blinking his eyes, and his life was frozen into a sculpture.

In the deathly silence, Harry sighed and said, "But I will blame myself, Yihe."

Yihe looked down at him, and Rizai suddenly came to life, rolling his eyes sluggishly, looking at him with a hint of hope in his eyes, waiting for him to take the initiative to break up because of his regret, so that his brother would be frustrated and lost Zhihui voluntarily returned home.

Under the gaze of the two gazes, Harry left his seat, stood up straight, stretched out his hand, held Kazuka's hand firmly, and stood side by side with Kazuka.

"Remember what I said?" He turned his head to congratulate and smiled, with a bit of guilt and sourness, and more of a firm determination, "I owe you too much, and I can only use it in my next life to pay for it." Pay it off."

Yihe was obviously relieved, lowered his eyes, squeezed his hand, and responded in a low voice: "...Okay, I accept."

Daily difference: "..."

He obviously came here specially to persuade him to score points, so why did he seem to be playing a wave of assists in disguise? ?

This dog food was too choking, and the daily difference was very angry. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lin who was still lying on the fence of the baby area watching their quarrel, and suddenly broke out: "Look! Congratulations, brother! You treat him sincerely, he Fortunately, he said it nicely, but after two years away, he had a baby with another woman! He even brought it back for you to raise for him!"

"So what?" Yihe didn't fall for this provocation in the slightest, with a calm expression and a calm tone, "I am willing."

The day's messenger ran away in anger, and the door slammed loudly. Harry guessed that he should once again be convicted of being a disaster in the young man's heart. .

But he didn't care about so much, settled the dinner, settled Lin, and dragged Yihe out to the hospital.

The director of Konoha Hospital, Kanako, has good medical skills, but mainly treats common injuries and diseases. Intractable diseases such as damage to the chakra meridian belong to the side door. Even Kanako, who has been practicing medicine for decades, is helpless.

Ichiga also said: "When I was just injured, the physicians in the Hyuga clan helped me see it. I tried all kinds of possible effective treatment methods, but with little success. Now that things are up to now, there is no need to do it in vain. It's useless, anyway, I won't rely on soft fists to make a living in the future, it's fine."

The parties involved personally expressed their opinions that they were open to it, but Harry still did not give up.

Whether it is necessary or not is one thing, and whether it can be used is another. Yihe is the root cause of his illness, and he must be responsible to the end.Even if it comes back without success in the end, at least there will be no regrets for not doing our best.

After thinking about it for a while, he went to the recognized medical master Tsunade Hime again.

Since Kato's death from serious injuries, Tsunade, who had lost his lover, was devastated, addicted to alcohol, and muddled all day long.When Harry found her in the private room of an izakaya, he was almost stunned by the strong smell of alcohol.

Covering his nose, Harry walked across the mess to the end of the room, and pushed the window open for air.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the drunk man lying unconscious on the table who had woken up at some point, squinting at him from bottom to top, his brown eyes were clear and sharp.

"What do you want from me?" The female voice asked indifferently.

Harry was briefly surprised for two seconds, and quickly realized, telling the truth about his visit.

Tsunade rested his arms on his arm, playing with the wine cup in his hand, and said casually: "Are you seeing a doctor? If you are seeing a doctor, please come back, I have quit this business a long time ago."

"What's the use of being a doctor? No matter how skilled medical ninjutsu is, what's the use?" She raised her head and took a sip of her wine, pulling the corners of her mouth in a self-deprecating arc, "I still can't save the person I want to save. Going all out is also a complete failure, meaningless, it is better to give up earlier."

She no longer glanced at the guests, concentrated on drinking herself, cried and laughed with the strength of the wine, and muttered to herself only she could understand.

Before he knew it, he drank three or four jugs of wine, no matter how strong his physique was, he couldn't help being so cruel. Tsunade shook the empty jug, wanting to call the boss for more wine, but before he could say anything, he vomited with a "wow" one place.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't even straighten her waist, but she still had to support the table with one hand and brush her hair with the other, trying her best not to let the dirt get on her body, she was completely embarrassed.

Harry just stood by and watched, with no intention of helping at all, but after she finished throwing up, he silently reached out and passed a towel from the shopkeeper.

Tsunade took the towel to wipe his mouth, and wiped his face by the way, while raising his hand to grab Harry's arm, trying to use his strength to get up.

Harry gave her a pull, and crossed his arm to stop her when she staggered towards his arms due to inertia and drunkenness. When she stabilized, she immediately retracted her hand and backed away, as if afraid of being taken advantage of.

Tsunade froze for a moment, and stood alone on the spot, his loose blond hair was stained with wine and sweat, hanging messily on his cheeks, looking a bit sad.

She clenched the towel tightly in her hand, looked at Harry carefully as if she had met him for the first time, and came to the conclusion: "You have changed."

"You were not like this when you were a child. You were just like that at that time—" She gestured casually at her waist, "At such a small age, you know that you have to send flowers to please girls."

"Now..." Her eyes went back and forth several times between herself and Harry, who was far away from her and avoided her like the plague, and she laughed "heh", everything was silent.

Harry shrugged helplessly: "It's my honor to have a beautiful woman who is willing to throw himself into my arms, but there is no way, I already have a partner. If it is found out, I will be miserable."

Tsunade thought for a while, and said clearly: "Is it the person you sought medical treatment for this time?"

"Yeah, that's right." Harry hooked the corners of his lips lightly and shallowly, the smile was fleeting, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was in a good mood, and his whole aura became soft and bright because of the mention of the other party .

Tsunade looked at him, his eyes moved slightly, and he sighed enviously: "That's great."

After finding a common topic, it was easier to talk a lot. Harry cleaned up the vomit, and the two of them sat down at the table again, pushing and changing glasses.

They chatted intermittently, starting from feelings, talking about friendship, growth, transformation, and the war that just passed.

"You must think I'm a coward, afraid to face the reality, so I can only choose to escape." Tsunade said, "How can a ninja be afraid of blood? Hey! If you say it, it will make people laugh--"

"What's the matter?" Harry smiled understandingly, "People always have something they are afraid of. Existence is justified. No matter how people who don't know the inside story criticize it, they just stand and talk without back pain."

Tsunade was stunned for a while, then realized, he patted the table and scolded: "You guy, you know how to please people!"

The two talked a few more words, and Harry brought up another topic: "Speaking of which, you once mentioned at the Jōnin meeting that each mission team should be equipped with medical ninjas, but Hirizan-sama rejected you because he had no time. Now that the war is finally over, the relevant plans are still not on the agenda, do you know why?"

Tsunade was a little confused, and followed the conversation blankly: "Why?"

"Because there's no money in the village," said Harry.

He paused, then said, "But I have."

Tsunade held the wine cup in his hand, in a daze.

Harry blinked slyly: "I pay, you contribute, let's make this idea a reality. How about it?"

Tsunade looked at him seriously, as if he was weighing the credibility of his words, after a long time, he also smiled, and replied: "Okay, deal."