[Hokage] Summer Festival

This meal of ramen is really tasteless.

Although it is a good habit to eat without speaking, this awkward silence can really reduce appetite.It is almost like eating one by one, but it tastes like chewing wax.

Kushina probably also felt this weird atmosphere, which was different from the usual lively, very obediently eating with his head down quietly, deliberately slowing down while sucking noodles, making only a very slight sound.

It doesn't matter whether they are innocent or not, children are actually creatures who know how to read their faces.

The sound of chopsticks being gently placed on the rim of the bowl sounded from the left and right, and he turned his head to look, and saw that both Kushina and Hinata Osamu had finished eating, and the bowl and chopsticks were placed in front of them.

Speaking of which, Jiu Xinnai's child's appetite and eating speed are twice that of boys of the same age. I don't know if it is because of his vigorous vitality and particularly good metabolism.

I looked down and saw that there was more than half a bowl of noodles left in my bowl, but I didn't feel hungry, so I put down my chopsticks, paid the bill and left.

Saying goodbye to Hinata Xiu at the door, he frowned and hesitated for a while, then looked straight into his eyes and said:

"Xia Zi, what happened before was not meant to be targeted."

"It's just that there must be no negligence in the war. If you are not strong enough and force it...you will die. Moreover, mistakes in the mission may bring incalculable losses to the village."

His expression and tone are very sincere and serious, just like the strict and meticulous monitor in middle school who conscientiously warned the naughty students to keep themselves safe and not drag the class back.Although the demeanor of the top student is distasteful, but the heart of thinking about the overall situation has to agree.

Compared to his safety, he probably worried more about how likely he would fail the mission if he was half-baked, and what kind of damage it would cause to the village.

He is a good ninja who absolutely puts the interests of the village first.

He did not mean to target "Natsuko Kato" on purpose, but he could not tolerate the hidden danger that might bring unknown losses to the village.

From this point of view, in fact, he is a person who cannot tolerate half a grain of sand in his eyes.What he thinks of justice is based on the standard of whether it is beneficial to the village, and the same is true for the judgment of right and wrong.

This kind of awareness is the most orthodox thought in the ninja world.

"..."

It took a long time to organize the words in my mind, but when I opened my mouth, I was interrupted by him.

He looked away from his face for a moment, wondering if he was looking at the wildflowers by the roadside or the sparrows on the eaves.When he looked straight into the eyes again, he still had the sincere and serious expression, and said slowly and clearly:

"However, trust Shuo Maosang."

"Since he thinks he has the qualifications to be a ninja, there is no objection."

Only now did I realize that Hatake Shuomao's village was more recognized than expected.

Hinata Osamu, who is a ninja of the same generation, can't help but be surprised by his trust and respect for him.Tsunade and the others are also quite worshiped in the village, but after all, their teacher is Hokage, so it is impossible to say that it has nothing to do with it.

As for Sakumo Hatake, I've never heard of his background and succession, so he must not be a grassroots hero who worked hard from the bottom.

If that is the case, it is really admirable.

After Hyuga left, he thought about things for a while, and almost forgot that Kushina was still waiting beside him, until a loud child's voice called out from 50 meters away:

"It's Teacher Xia Zi and Kushina."

Looking back, I saw that Minato had just walked out of Hokage Tower, waving at us with bent eyes and corners of his lips. Walking with him was Sakumo Hatake, probably the mission report had already been completed. Bar.

"Where are Sensei and Kushina going?" Minato asked.

Looking at the sun that is about to sink into the horizon, he said:

"Just going home."

Looking down at the girl next to her who was unusually quiet today, she couldn't help but feel apologetic.

Although I came to eat ramen with her, I kept thinking about other things, and I was absent-minded until now. I almost couldn't talk to her properly, and I couldn't listen to her talk about my own affairs during this period of time.

On the contrary, she was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions, and she didn't show any displeasure.

"Is that so..."

Minato said with a smile, stretched out her little hand towards Kushina, and said manlyly:

"Then take it home."

Only then did I realize that the two children lived in the same direction.

Hatake Sakumo lightly smiled and rubbed Minato's golden hair, but said to him:

"The third generation will send this child home."

Knowing that at the moment, he gave Minato a teasing look and smiled.

This little devil really knows how to please girls. He obviously wants to send him home, but he doesn't forget to show a calm and reliable look in front of girls of the same age.

The younger generation is awesome.

"No."

Without even thinking about it, Jiu Xinnai categorically refused, made a face at him, and walked around to the other side with tightly clenched hands, meaning to stay away from him.

It seems that she still doesn't like Minato very much.

She used to say with a pouted look of contempt:

"Even though he looks like an unreliable guy, but he always talks big about becoming Hokage, it's too frivolous."

The disliked boy didn't show any dejection, as if he didn't mind, he withdrew his hand generously, his eyebrows were still curved, and his tone was light and cheerful:

"But our way home is the same."

Kushina let out a "hum" and turned her head away from him, shaking the arms she held with both hands.

"Then let's go together."

Hatake Sakumo said with a smile, and Minato walked ahead first.

The two stopped about ten steps away, looked back, and didn't rush, just waiting patiently.Large and small figures were drawn into long shadows by the afterglow of the setting sun, and clusters of brightly colored wild flowers bloomed on the side of the road.

Looking down at Jiu Xinnai, she raised her head and puffed her round face, her mouth was pouted high, her big eyes were staring vigorously, and she dawdled on the spot for a while, reluctantly, before pulling Walk over slowly.

Walking step by step in slow motion, a warm red color appears under the scattered long luminous threads, matching the color of the sky.

Smiled, it really is a child's heart.

At the beginning, it was Minato Hatake Sakumo, and Kushina walked away from the other side of Minato holding his hand.

Then I don't know when, the two children played side by side in front of them, talking with each other, and competed to see who could kick the pebbles farther under their feet.

And Hatake Sakumo followed not far behind them.

"I won, Kushina."

"Not counting! Do it again!"

Such conversations were repeated over and over again in the quiet streets of the residential area. No matter how unconvinced Kushina was, Minato accepted them all with a good-natured smile.

The boy's side face was even more delicate than that of a girl's, and when he smiled, even the sunlight was overshadowed.

Even if Kushina insists on how unreliable he is, it is still undeniable that he is indeed one in a million children of his generation.

Looking at the two small figures in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh with a sigh:

"Youth is youthful vigor."

The man next to him suddenly laughed, his eyes were as soft as the warm color of the sky, he tilted his head and said:

"What do you say?"

"Xia Zi is still very young."

That's right, Xia Zi's body is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and it is a beautiful time when poppies are blooming all over the mountains and plains.

And beside him, Sakumo Hatake, who was only in his early twenties, had just stepped into his prime.

There are many others like this, which still shine like gems under the shadow of war.

***

Two weeks have passed since then, while practicing, waiting for the next task.

That technique is becoming more and more handy, but the body is also changing day by day, and it becomes easier to feel tired.

He had been coughing for the past few days, and at first he thought it was a common cold. Ah Duan also said several times that he might as well go to the hospital.

He smiled and didn't insist on it anymore, he probably thought so, but he just told him to pay more attention to his body, and not to be brave when something happened.

Later, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I woke up with a severe cough, with a piercing pain in my chest, and I coughed up blood one after another, and I knew it was not a minor illness such as a cold.

Sure enough, the shorter the forbidden technique that can be mastered, the faster the backlash against the body will be.

This makes it even more impossible to go to the hospital.According to the records on the scroll, there is no method or medicine that can suppress the backlash of the forbidden technique.

Self-inflicted evil, can not live.But I didn't regret it, and I calmly felt no fear.It's just that when facing Ah Duan, he couldn't help feeling guilty and apologetic, after all, it was his sister's body that was ruined.

Practicing in the woods that day, the sound of coughing was mixed with the sound of the rushing water of the waterfall, as if it had been washed away by the water.

The number of hemoptysis increased day by day, and the color gradually changed from bright red to dark red. I really don't know how long this body can last.

It would be fine if he died in the war, but if he died at home, Ah Duan would face the eerie and empty house alone in the future, and the memories of his past and home would flood his heart, how sad and lonely it would be.

Someone came from the other side of the waterfall, and was holding his chest to adjust his breath against the tree trunk. The blood on the corner of his mouth hadn't had time to wipe off.

He stood five meters away, and his hoarse voice was particularly low in the woods, like a monster in hell, which made him feel chilly.

"Is it the backlash of the technique of growing weeds from withered vines? I didn't expect to practice such a technique."

"I really want to know to what extent the body will decay after being backlashed by this technique."

He raised his head, only to see his golden eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, and the shadow of the almost dead white skin and trees was especially terrifying.

"Senior Orochimaru."

He evoked a smile, and there seemed to be something flowing in his eyes, but it made him think of rotting corpses and bones for a moment.

"Hey, do you want to make a deal with me?"

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