The villain's love literacy

Sylvia couldn't understand where this obsession came from. Even if Hashirama said that they met when they were young, she had no memory of that year at all, and could only recall some vague fragments.

Perhaps he has mixed love and responsibility together, and they can no longer be separated from each other.

Senju Zhuma looked at this girl who could vaguely see what she looked like back then—no, she is already a woman now.

Those obsidian-like eyes were as bright as before. When Kasuga Taifu appeared behind Kinuchio in the veranda sitting behind him, Kasuga Taifu caught everyone's attention, but only those familiar eyes remained in his eyes. The opals adorning the walls were all overshadowed.

More than ten years ago, when she was hiding behind her father, she shivered and looked at the space between him and her father, Thousand Hand Buddha.

Then he saw "Help me" written clearly in those eyes, the desire to survive he had only seen before the dying clansmen on the battlefield became muddy.

From then on, he made up his mind that no matter what, he would "save" Yayoi.

But now he has lost this opportunity forever.

"Between the pillars..."

Sylvia wanted to say something, but after she opened her mouth, she could only mutter twice, and all thoughts disappeared in an instant.She felt very guilty and could not respond to the other party's feelings, but Hashirama chose to protect her silently.

The black-haired man smiled lightly, which was different from all the cheerful or honest smiles she had seen before. There were love, relief, regret and many things she couldn't understand, which made Sylvia see The corner of "God of Ninja World".

Yes, when in front of her, no matter who you are, you will carefully wrap up and put away the sharpness of yourself on the battlefield, and face her with the softest part.

Hashirama gently stroked her hair and sighed softly.

"You should be asleep, Yayoi. Have a good dream."

She was eager to break free from this somewhat awkward atmosphere, and immediately lay back in the quilt obediently.

"Good night, Hashirama."

Seeing that she had closed her eyes, the man stayed there for another two seconds, deeply remembering her appearance in his heart.

After we get married, I'm afraid I won't be able to visit her so casually - if she does end up with Madara, that's another story.

Immediately afterwards he shook his head himself.

For some reason, he always had a premonition that something big was about to happen.

Gently pushing the door open and intending to exit, just as he moved half his body, Hashirama saw a man leaning against the door with his arms folded.

It's Uchiha Madara. I didn't see him when Uzumaki Mito left just now, and he didn't keep his perception ability on all the time. I don't know how long he has been standing here.

Madara was looking up at the starry sky and didn't know what he was thinking, with one leg bent and a relaxed expression, it was always difficult for him to directly see what this man was thinking from his face.Those eyes are not so sharp when they don't have an ominous pattern of red.

"Happy wedding, Hashirama."

His voice was very soft, with an unidentified emotion, it was not gloating or mocking, it seemed to be just stating a fact.

But Hashirama could only tug at the corners of his mouth helplessly, and his figure disappeared in a flash in the dark night.

"You've been in a daze all morning."

A voice suddenly rang in her ears, and Sylvia immediately straightened the document in front of her in fright, and put the hand holding the pen on the paper, but she didn't know what to write at all.

The white-haired man came around from behind her.

"So you plan to spend the afternoon like this? Do you want to give you a vacation?"

Sylvia smiled and waved her hands.

"no, I'm fine."

He only raised his eyes to look at the calligraphy hanging on the wall behind her—it seemed like he was rolling his eyes secretly, maybe he resisted too much movement at the end, and he "slapped" the document in his hand to the desktop On the ground, Izuna Uchiha next to him gave a dissatisfied glance, but he ignored it.

"Okay, the official name of the village has been applied for, and it's called 'Konoha'. You can add the title to the previous record now, and remember to write it when you write the materials that need to be archived later."

"...'Konoha'? What's the name, Leaf Village?"

Quan Nai showed a strange expression, and looked at the stack of documents on Yayoi's desk with twitching corners of her eyes. There were two large characters clearly written on the top page.

The two brothers Senju are busy here, so Uchiha Madara also called his younger brother over, and the village was built according to the plan made by Yayoi, with the office building at the bottom of the cliff as the center and spread far away, forming a half-shape overall. round.

This always makes Sylvia think of Morioh Town, the small town centered on the train station and extending to the sea.When she was painting, her mind was full of the appearance of the town, and it was only when she finished the painting that she found a striking similarity.

The arrogant and serious cartoonist, the sweetheart high school student with strawberry ice cream flavor in summer, the sunset by the sea and shell bracelets... and the calm office worker.

Everything seemed so far away.

Now they are in this temporary office building, and the highest commanders are Feima and Quanna. The two younger brothers were originally good at managing affairs in their own family, so they naturally took over this part of Konoha's work.

As for the two patriarchs, they probably ran to some unknown place again, and ran out to be lazy on the grounds of "setting up an enchantment around the village".

Sylvia also raised her eyebrows and looked at those two words in disbelief.

"Konoha"?Is it the name given by Hashirama? It seems to be his style. Could it be that he likes the wood system so much because he knows how to use wood escape?

"Do not."

There was still no expression on Tobima's face—she had never seen this man with an exaggerated expression before, those garnet red eyes coldly swept across the complicated word "Konoha", and finally landed on Uchi On Poquannai.

"It was started by your brother."

"Cough, yes, it's really good."

Quan Na coughed in embarrassment, raised her hand and touched her nose.

"It's very meaningful."

He obviously wanted to find some more reasons to add something more convincing to the last sentence, but he sat there for a long time and couldn't think of it.

Sylvia laughed unceremoniously.

Tobima and Quanna didn't see each other at first, but now it's much better. After all, Senshou and Uchiha are no longer hostile, and everyone is serving the same village, and they all sit in the same office—the current temporary office building has not yet been divided. It is so detailed that the main task is to divide the locations of different ninjas first, and let ordinary ninjas live in first.

So apart from ridiculing each other a few words every day, everything seems surprisingly harmonious.

Especially when it comes to how my eldest brother doesn't like to deal with family affairs. He has to be busy with village affairs every day, and he has to solve family affairs when he goes back. The two hate seeing each other late.

Seeing the two people turn their eyes back to her, Sylvia quickly pursed her lips to hide her smile, pretending to be very interested in the writing of the word "leaf" - and to say it, I would like to thank Ghost Mai Tsuji at the beginning. Miserably taught her to read and write.

Randomly flipping through the documents brought from the door, it was about the first phase of Konoha’s plan. After all, she is a modern person, and she has never personally seen the establishment of a village or town, and she has seen it after completion. Sylvia gave a little Make a little "suggestion", and Tobima and Quanna will understand her meaning immediately.

Excellent people are excellent in every aspect, and their learning ability is very strong, but the special class of origin restricts them.

"Then I'll go first, you guys come on."

After finishing the work in hand, Sylvia waved to the other two people. It's rare that I don't plan to work overtime today. I don't know if I can meet Uzumaki Mito by chance when I go out. She is a rare girl after coming here. She naturally thinks To get closer to each other.

"I want to go out early to get some air."

Fei Jian didn't even lift his head, let him go with a "hmm", while Quan Na waved the pen in his hand unwillingly.

"Hey, don't disturb my brother's work!"

I don't know who is bothering whom.

Sylvia had just left the office building and not long after she walked, a black figure fell beside her. She should really ask Quan Nai to come and see, lest he always wrong her.

"So early today."

Most of the other ninjas would nod their heads and say hello when they saw him, and some of them also nodded to Yayoi. Now she is considered half of Konoha's high-level. Uchiha Madara responded politely one by one, and finally his eyes fell on the woman beside him.

"I also want to be lazy occasionally, don't tell Tobuma."

Sylvia chuckled, deliberately lowering her voice so that only two people could hear it.

Recently, she has become a lot more cheerful, and there is no longer so much melancholy between her brows.

Even though Qianshouban ruthlessly left her with a lot of tasks every day, and she was busy running around, she could still show a sincere smile.It was different from when he was in Qinghe House, when he went to see her, he would just stare blankly at the decorations inside the house, or just sit by the window all night.

Perhaps this is the charm of freedom.

Looking up inadvertently, he saw the cliff that He Zhujian often went to, right in front of him, she must have never gone up it.

"That's what I said, the cliff that I made an agreement with Hashirama when I was a child."

The man seemed to be sunk in the memory, but he broke free from the past immediately, and the gaze he looked at Yayoi softened a lot.

"Want to go up and have a look?"

After she nodded, Uchiha Madara still hugged her horizontally as usual-Sylvia's own speed was indeed too slow for him, and her control of Chakra was not so fine, stepping on the tree trunk After that there is a good chance it will fall.

But halfway through, Madara suddenly put her down.

He walked up to the unknown Yayoi and squatted down.

"Come on my back."

After so many worlds, no one has ever carried her on her back, Sylvia couldn't help thinking as she lay on the man's shoulder.

It was very close to the person in front of her, and the temperature on Madara's body was always higher than hers, and she felt that the heat gradually climbed to her cheeks.

Madara walked very slowly, as if it had been a lifetime.

She stared at the side face of the man, his eyelashes are very long, the Uchihas indeed have very beautiful eyes, after an unknown period of time, maybe her sight is too obvious, the person who has been trying to ignore it finally Couldn't help turning his head.

"What are you looking at?"

They were so close now that they could feel each other's soft, careful breathing, and Sylvia felt her eyelashes brush against Madara's cheek as she blinked.

"You are so pretty."

She said it bluntly, her tone full of praise, and her lips lightly touched the corner of Uchiha Madara's mouth.

Even after living in Japan for so long, she is still Italian at heart.