[Hokage] Uncle is yours

After that, time flowed like water, and the days went on like that.

For others, the departed youth and the departed family are like stones that slide across the water, drifting away in an instant without leaving any traces.

Only the boy named Sasuke lost his smiling face, proving what happened.

People of that family, that name, are like taboos, and no one mentions them anymore.

Kakashi stopped complaining about the food.The bento I gave Sasuke no longer tasted sweet.

Only occasionally I would go back to the forest where I met him for the last time, stand by the tree he used to rely on, and stare blankly at it for hours.

Obviously the young man's appearance is already unclear, and the words he has spoken are also indistinct.An emotion that can be printed in the bottom of my heart, even the years can't wash it away.

I think, I really did love such a young man, even though I couldn't even tell the difference between longing and admiration.

I still remember to this day, he said thank you to me in a flat but trembling voice.

I got into the habit of being late with Kakashi Ai.Before he was late, he always stood in front of the monument of comfort. My monument of comfort is this tree.My childhood and immature feelings are buried here.

Perhaps trying to distract me, Kakashi began to enthusiastically and proactively guide me in ninjutsu.No matter how hard I try, my level of ninjutsu will never be low or high.Sometimes I practiced late, and my hands and backs were sore and worn; sometimes I jumped back and forth on the water to practice chakra control, and I was drenched in water.

Later, Kakashi couldn't bear it anymore and said to me: Sakura, don't push yourself too hard.Sometimes ninjutsu is just like inspiration and cannot be forced.Going slowly and gradually is more suitable for you.

I know he's beating around the bush and saying I'm not talented.

I got hairy, and I yelled at him; I said it's none of your business!How about I just like to force?The parents of other people are eager for their children to learn well, how can you give people a leak like this!

The Scarecrow was wronged.The scarecrow said pitifully, Sakura, you have nothing to find fault with.The scarecrow said cautiously, go make more friends, Sakura.

I bullied him by pulling his hair hard.

I know he's right.Even if I am a genius who is even more talented than the boy back then, it can't change anything.However, there is a kind of regret in my heart. I should have done something, even if it was just a word, to let the boy know that someone once liked him, pure and pure.

Finally, after several tests by the Scarecrow, I found that I was suitable for practicing medical ninjutsu. Both he and I were relieved.

The hateful Bai Mao irresponsibly threw me to one of his friends, saying that he had a mission and absconded.

I'm not too upset.I know the overhead got bigger as I grew up.I've seen Kakashi pick up the same issue of Kissing Heaven for a long time, and read it back and forth like a bible.When I asked him why he didn't buy a new one, he always smiled and said that he just liked watching this issue.But I have always changed the children's clothes three times a month when I gradually change the size.

I began to consider whether I should ask the Ino family's flower shop if they need helpers, so that I can at least earn my own food expenses.

Kakashi's friend - my current teacher, Lord Tenshan, told me that it is true that girls spend a lot of money.Just come to my hospital to help, and occasionally help me collect some medicines.

As a result, my life is completely full of study and work, and there is no more time to get lost on the road of life.

Occasionally I complain in my heart, the hateful dead white hair, it's all your fault!Obviously I'm a road idiot and always get lost, why don't you allow me to get lost for a while?

"Sakura, why are you so happy?"

My senior, the senior brother who was tactful and sophisticated at a young age, asked casually.

"No."

I answer.

am i laughingStrange, nothing happy, why should I laugh.

"It's really stingy, don't share it with senior brothers." He pushed his glasses and complained.

"Come on. I don't have time to chat with you. I have to go to pick the moon fragrance. It only blooms on the night of the full moon, so I have to go early."

"It's not safe for a girl to be alone, let me accompany you."

Although the brother is very enthusiastic, I decided to live up to his kindness.

"I think it should be safe without you." Seeing how he was being hit, I added in time, "Sorry for disappointing your kindness, the most basic rule of my boyfriend is to be safe and reliable."

I am very relieved that the brother's face twitched and was hit.Who makes you look like you're plotting against someone every time you laugh, with a malicious look on your face.

So I bid farewell to my senior brother and headed to the Flower Picking Avenue—chuck, it sounded like I was going on a date with a flower picker.

When we got there, to my surprise, there were other people there.

With long black hair and thin cheeks, he was a handsome man.In his middle age, he looks younger than he actually is, but his pale face and haggardness that cannot be concealed by his long hair reveal the secret of his age.From his description, it seems that his health is not very good, but with my shallow medical knowledge, I can't tell how sick he is.

"Hello."

The man turned his head slightly to see me coming, and greeted me softly.It was different from what I had imagined, it was an exceptionally deep and hoarse voice, like worn sandpaper being rubbed across the ground, not very pleasant to hear.I can't imagine what his voice was like when he was young, I only know that he is really very sick.

"Um...does it matter if you wear so little?" I saw that he didn't wear an inner shirt, but just put on a coat, "I mean, it's easy to catch cold."

I don't know why he suddenly laughed, as if I said something funny.Only then did I notice that his pupils were a very rare pale gold.The color is too light. The pharmacist once said that the light yellowish eyeballs are a sign of severe liver failure.But this color matches him very harmoniously, as if he was born so and deserved it, a kind of morbid beauty.

He reached out, as if trying to stroke my hair like a scarecrow.I raised my hand in time to grab his slowly extending wrist, his hand was extraordinarily cold.

"Sure enough, it's still cold."

I looked left and right, but couldn't find any place to block the wind.In the end, I gritted my teeth, took off the little cloak Kakashi bought for me, and handed it to him solemnly.

"Here. I just lent it to you. It can't be dirty. You must pay it back!"

Unexpectedly, he laughed harder than before, and his golden eyes could not even be seen through squinting. It was hard to imagine such an expression appearing on his face.

I blushed a little, and jumped on the spot: "What's so funny! If you don't want it, then you don't want it, I'm still not willing to give it, huh!"

Unexpectedly, he laughed too hard and suddenly coughed again. I was so scared that I hurriedly gave him the water bottle I carried with me, and let him drink a few sips of water.I guess he is definitely not a ninja, how can a ninja drink something handed by others without vigilance!

Suddenly I reacted belatedly: "Huh? This is a forest that only Konoha people can enter!"

He smiled: "Ah, that's right."

I wondered: "Are you from Konoha too? Are you a ninja too?"

I look at the kettle and then at him, an unguarded ninja like you?

He looked at my puppy-shaped water bottle and then at me again, looking like he was about to laugh, clearly contemptuous of me, as if he was saying that even a child as immature as you can't play tricks.

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Seeing me snatching the kettle with a frowning look, he turned to look at the patch of moon fragrance not far away.They haven't bloomed yet, but they are already preparing to bloom.The moon has come out, and they will show their most beautiful moments at any time.This kind of flower is extremely fragrant and can be used as medicine, and its quantity is not rare.It's just that the timing of picking is difficult to grasp, because they are only open when the moon is full, and the exact time is not very certain.Moreover, there is only two or three seconds from full bloom to withering, and it must be picked immediately when it blooms, otherwise it will wither and lose its effectiveness.

Because of its properties, only ninjas can pick them perfectly.It was the first time I saw it before I graduated from ninja school. I came to pick it because I wanted to see it, and on the other hand, I wanted to exercise my ability.Speed, observation and reaction can all be trained in a simple process of collecting herbs, so why not do it!

Obviously, the thin man also set foot here for this flower.

For healing?I looked at him twice, and couldn't help but feel sorry for this sick and weak man.

We didn't speak any more, we just waited in the night wind.His eyes were fixed on the flower branches without blinking, waiting for them to open.

There was no response for a long time.

I waited impatiently and couldn't help but sit on the ground.

I sneezed and refastened my cloak to wrap me up tightly.

I sneezed again.

Suddenly my gaze became higher, and a strange man picked me up.

I was taken aback. Just as I was about to struggle, the man also coughed twice.

Well, he's cold too.He just hugged me to keep warm, who told him to wear clothes with his chest exposed, so he had to block his chest with something.He is a patient and I don't care about him.Thinking of this, I hugged his arm tightly to prevent myself from falling.

It's so strange, the body temperature is so low that it seems that there is no blood circulation, but it doesn't feel so cold when we are close together.

But he was still too thin.If my scarecrow can pick me up and put me on his shoulders with one hand, he needs two hands, eh.

The two of us snuggled together in the night breeze for a while, and I was about to fall asleep when I heard his sigh suddenly.

"what."

A soft sound woke me up, and I looked, and sure enough, the flowers were blooming.Piece by piece, as if waking up together, they bloomed neatly one after another, setting off a sea of ​​flowers one after another.

I jumped out of his arms, ran to the sea of ​​flowers and stopped to watch.

None of us made a sound or moved.

Sure enough, as the rumors said, the flowers withered soon, and the snow-like petals fluttered in the wind, and the fragrant breath carried them away, like a dance of life.

"Why not. You came for them, didn't you?" he asked.

"Aren't you too?" I asked back.

"I just wanted to see them in bloom again. Too bad they only lasted so long, they decayed and withered very quickly." He sighed again.

"But they are so beautiful," I replied, "whether in bloom or withered, they are so beautiful."

I walked over, picked up a stalk, and touched its bare receptacle with my fingers.

"You see, even though it is dead and rotten, its vivid appearance is still imprinted in my mind. When I think of its withered appearance and look at it now, I still think it is very beautiful. Don't you think so?"

He lowered his eyes slightly.

"I prefer them when they're in bloom. Also, they're useless when they're rotten."

I picked up the flower stalks with my hands and rubbed them gently with my fingertips: "But they leave seeds. They will bloom beautiful flowers tomorrow. And even if they wither, this is a trace of their life."

I raised my head and looked at him curiously.

"Don't you know that only withering can have new life and beauty? Look! It is also very beautiful if you look closely!" I lifted the flower stem.

The man looked at me and reached out to take the flower stem.

"I still don't see the beauty in it."

"Stupid." I stuck out my tongue, "You don't understand, this is the charm of maturity! What can move people is beauty!"

"...Oh, you are such a special child."

His voice disappeared with the wind, and when I turned my head, he was gone. I could only see a white head that was getting bigger and bigger running towards me.

"Sakura! I finally found it! How dare you not go home so late! You still ran to such a dangerous place!"

The scarecrow's roar could be heard far away.

I shivered, bad.Just as he turned his head and wanted to run, he was picked up in the air with all four feet.

That night, my butt got hurt and I slept on my stomach for several days.

I hate scarecrows, woo woo woo!