[Hokage] On the Feasibility of Brother Control

Although the injury looked miserable, Yang woke up the next day under the full treatment of the medical team. Although all the injuries had healed, the damaged body functions still caused him a lot of burden. Too much hands-on can easily re-injure the newly healed injury.The same is true, he was forced to cultivate with peace of mind in a short period of time, and he was not allowed to carry out any daily training and was not allowed to go out on missions.

Such an order was of course in line with Yang's wishes, so he happily pretended to be pitiful, and got a three-month vacation from the two elders—cough, and by the way, he also refused to take over the position of Hokage in advance at this troublesome time.

Of course, the vacation can’t be in the hospital, all kinds of coquettish tricks have been exhausted, after making countless oaths and making countless promises, Yang, who will go home and return home, will be obedient and will not secretly do dangerous things. Yang finally succeeded in waking up in the afternoon of the same day Satisfied, he went back to his room and got a nutrition package from the kitchen killer Kakashi by the way—well, it was packed in the hospital cafeteria...

Waking up early the next morning, Yang sighed melancholy when he found that there was no root vegetable in the house, said hello to Kakashi who was doing morning exercises in the yard, and walked down the street with a bag in his pocket. went.

...Well, since Kakashi and Sasuke have made an appointment to meet outside the meatball shop later, let's go there for breakfast!

Happily giving himself a good reason to eat dessert early in the morning, Yang rummaged through the change in his pocket, and went straight to his destination briskly.

What happened the day before yesterday had spread in the village, so when Dang Yang appeared in the meatball shop, he was immediately taken care of by the boss with unusual enthusiasm.

The excessive enthusiasm made Yang smile bitterly in his heart, but the smile on his face still maintained a warm arc. After being dragged and talked for a long time, the boss who was over fifty years old was rushed to the back by the lady boss with a rag.

"Xiaoyang, thank you for your hard work." The proprietress didn't dig into the details of the schedule like the boss did. She just looked at the boy who was still pale and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you for protecting him at all costs." The village protected us."

The slender black-haired boy smiled sheepishly, and scratched his face in embarrassment, "I'm Konoha's ninja!" He said softly, his lacquered eyes sparkling.The proprietress' eye circles were a little red. She looked at the boy in front of him who was wearing light gray short-sleeves and black trousers and looked more and more frail. She thought of the blond young man with the same warm smile who closed his eyes forever 13 years ago. Sudden general pain.She wiped her eyes in a concealed manner, and said with a smile: "Go find a seat and sit down. I'll cook something delicious for you. You don't need to say anything. Auntie invited you today!"

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he closed his mouth again. The boy smiled shyly, found a place to sit down as he said, "Thank you, auntie." He sat with his back to the door, which happened to be facing the front desk, and he was still clear. Smiling gently, as if sending the brightest sunshine into everyone's hearts.

The proprietress said that she would be unequivocal if she wanted to invite delicious food. After a while, all kinds of desserts with various fillings were brought to the table one after another. At the same time, there were also a few dishes of side dishes and the glass of honey water as usual. Happiness is so positive that he squints himself into a satisfied cat.

Not to mention that now is the busy time for reconstruction, even on weekdays, there are really very few people who stay in the meatball shop all morning. Yang sat alone in the shop, holding his head with one hand and poking The limp pink dumpling in front of you.

The curtain at the door was raised, and the sound of the wind chimes sounded distant and ethereal.Judging from the flow of the wind, it seems that two people entered the store. Hearing the sound of their footsteps and breathing, these two people should be male ninjas with good strength——Yang, who habitually and briefly analyzed the coming person, yawned silently in an instant. He threw the ball that had been poked several times into his mouth.

The two people who came in sat at the table near the curtain behind them. After one of them ordered the signature meatballs and tea, the two sat there quietly.

The familiar feeling that gradually filled his heart made Yang, who was poking another dumpling, suddenly sit up straight.

"Sigh... since the last renovation, new flavors of mochi have been introduced less and less. It's really resentful to focus on improving the taste of meatballs..."

Muttering to himself, his back inadvertently touched the person behind him, feeling the person's body tense suddenly, Yang sighed, laying himself back on the table, and continued to stretch out his finger to poke the ball melancholy.

"Obviously mochi is the cornerstone of world peace, as long as the meatballs are obediently strung together on bamboo sticks, is it true that the meatballs were punished for rubbing too much back then?!"

He continued to chant, while the person who was full-time rubbed meatballs held a cup and drank tea silently.

"Ah, it's a sad thing that you can't be redeemed by mochi. You really need to do something to make your mood better! —— Why don't you moles|teasing Sasuke later, a tsundere child is the best Played, um! This is a special training to prevent him from being abducted by a perverted snake! ——Ah, 'tune|teach' sounds really exciting!"

"..." What should I do when I come back and find out that my friend is more swollen? !

He snapped his fingers excitedly, Yang gulped down another dumpling with a cheerful "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" People who are familiar with them can't tell the difference at all.

This discovery made Yang even happier. He tapped the edge of the plate lightly with his chopsticks, and the crisp sound echoed in the air.