[Hokage] Between a dream and a square inch

?It is likely that tomorrow you will be dead, so want a child who looks like you.

Such a reason... why does it feel a little perfunctory?

Holding his forehead, Zhujian sighed deeply, then raised his head and said to Yuyue: "I will come back safely."

——In any case, he is one of the best ninjas in the current ninja world.Except for his father, Buddha, and Tajima, the patriarch of the Uchiha clan, I am afraid that no one can defeat him.However, he is also mortal.If one day Madara and his father and brother come to gang fights together, he may lose.Of course, he didn't say this sentence, and he didn't hope that this sentence would become a reality one day.

Yuyue let go of the hand holding the collar, hesitated for a while, and asked hesitantly, "Really?"

Hashirama nodded.

Yuyue straightened the messy and wrinkled collar because of being pulled by her hand, pushed Shizhujian's chest, and said to him very calmly: "Okay, then, you can go."

Before Zhujian could react, Yuzuki had already pushed him a few steps all the way.She stood on tiptoe in the corridor, arms outstretched, trying to push him a little further.If she hadn't been wearing only socks, she might have just pushed him out of the yard.

Zhu Jian stopped his involuntary backsteps, and after standing still, he asked in a daze, "W-does this make me go?"

"That's right." Yuyue raised her head slightly and said, "Then there is nothing else to do."

Her words were so crisp and sharp that it sounded like she had no intention of holding back, which made Hashirama somewhat frustrated.Doesn't he have any other meaning of existence besides being the father of the child...

"Then I'm leaving." Hashirama took two steps back in depression, half-turning his body.

"Wait a moment."

Yuyue suddenly stopped him.

Hashirama turned back in an instant, staring at her figure standing at the edge of the corridor.

"Really...Really, you will live forever, right?" She asked again: "In every war, can you survive?"

Hashirama wanted to answer her question, but didn't know how to reply.

Perhaps in this war he will survive.But the next time, the next time, in the countless wars that will end at an unknown time...he can't guarantee it.Perhaps one day, an excellent ninja with a genius title like him will appear invincibly, replace his title, and take his life.

That being the case...

He didn't answer this slightly hopeful question, but walked back in front of her, and stretched out a hand to wrap around her body under her slightly surprised gaze.

"Between the pillars..."

She gave a low cry.

He lowered his head and bit his teeth lightly on the familiar position of her neck until she exhaled angrily because of the increasing force: "What are you doing..."

"Let me tell you." He closed his eyes and said, "Let me tell you the difference between a man and a woman."

Yuyue blinked, and her eyes drifted to the empty courtyard behind him.There are shadows cast by the green bamboo trunks, which are fluttering slightly due to the disturbance of the wind, and the shadows of the leaves are intertwined and grow together, blending into a black shadow.

"Yeah." She replied.

Hashirama thought of the first time he met Ugetsu.

She hid in the shadows, as if being forced by something to push her out of the dark world, and walked to his side.He asked her those questions that ordinary people regarded as boring and meaningless, those questions about peace, war, brotherhood, and family, and she answered them all with this answer.

Because she has no clan and no brothers, neither has seen war nor peace.

Just like she has always been hazy about the gender of men and women without knowing the difference.

His hand rested on her waist knot, and the coat painted with calamus fell to the ground, and the overlapping branches were hidden in the shadows.The gorgeous color patches on the skirts were covered by the darkness, and no one cared about the light cherry birch color or the silent blue glass color.Everything about her was stripped away, only her body was trembling slightly due to the surging night wind.

"I'm cold." She raised her head and pushed his body away.

After all, she took his hand and walked towards her room.There was no light, nor the light of the moonlight, her body was hidden in complete darkness.He could barely make out the outline of her body—thin, with slightly undulating curves, honest and honest without shame.

He could feel the heat on the palm of his hand, like the only firefly in the darkness, making him clenched his hands imperceptibly, trying to grasp the only heat.

She crouched down in her room, fumbled and turned on the oil lamp in the dark night.The slight firelight brought a dull yellow, and also illuminated the field of vision between the pillars.For the first time, he saw her body clearly, her naked, curved back, white skin, and those crooked scars.

"On your back..." Hashirama couldn't help frowning and said, "Did you accidentally scratch it too?"

"No." Yuyue straightened her body, her back was still facing him, but she tried to cover those scars with loose black hair.She lowered her eyes and said, "This is a gift from my mother."

"Gift...?" Hashirama was puzzled by her statement, and wanted to continue to ask: "Since she is your mother, then she..."

"So she is asleep now." Yuyue came over, knelt down in front of him, and interrupted his words: "...Come here, Hashirama."

Zhu Jian almost bowed his head reflexively.

But he thought now was not the time to bow his head and let the other party touch his head.

He didn't want to think about those strange wounds and Yuyue's mother, nor did he want to think about the cold wind at night or the pool water in the courtyard.Those distant wars, family disputes, blood and wounds, death and funerals, premature death and tears, these things that have always been with him seem to go away together in an instant.

He whispered, "I'm here."

She turned her head slightly and asked, "Are you going to do the things in those picture books?"

His hand froze, then retracted it.He began to hesitate for his momentary impulse, and even had the urge to run away.He wanted to stop, or look away, to avoid what was in front of him.But Yuyue put her face in front of him when he was hesitating, and said: "Then you should do such a thing first."

She moved her lips together and lightly touched his lips without any movement or change, just like a still painting.

What she was thinking of were indeed those paintings that had passed through her pen—those paintings that were retraceable from a long time ago. The best moments are frozen on paper forever and ever.

If possible, she also wanted to freeze the moment when she could meet him forever.Even the infiltration of rain or the blowing of wind can't erode her deeply hidden picture scroll.

If you have time, if you have a chance, draw a picture for him seriously.Not a watermelon head or a smirking face, nor a big rolling watermelon, but his best and youngest time.Just like the first thought she had when she saw him - "keep him here forever".

This active and ignorant kiss made Hashirama give up all hesitation.It seems that all the fortresses and defenses have collapsed in an instant, leaving only the desire to confide.Incomprehensible emotions suddenly emerged from the depths of my mind, and I searched left and right for an outlet to vent.

Yuyue watched his movements, and an expression gradually appeared on her originally indifferent face.Even she herself didn't know where this inexplicable throbbing came from deep in her body.It was as if someone was scratching the softest part of her heart with petals, making her feel an unbearable itching from the bottom of her heart.

So she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, wrapping her hands around his body as she did in the past, and then whispered in her ear: "Come here——"

There was a wind that moved the trees outside the house, and the fiddle with the wind brought the rustling sound of the blades rubbing against each other.Reflected on the wall and the paper door, the slender and slanting tree shadows sang the low words of summer night.The cicadas, which had quietly disappeared, returned at this time, perched in the low bushes somewhere, and chanted the image of forest in the forest.

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The flame flickered faintly, and the wick crackled lightly.

Hashirama lowered her head to look at Yuzuki's side face. She was spreading her hands on both sides of her body. The fingers that used to hold the pen and draw the beautiful picture were shaking slightly because of the unknown touch.

She tried to calm down the frown that was unconsciously frowned, but in the end she could only exhale in a low voice: "It hurts so much."

These words of showing weakness did not exchange for the slightest pity, and such unknown pain was always accompanied by her body.Hot sweat dripped on her body, and she pushed feebly with her hand, but was held by his hand.

Calloused fingertips rubbed against her palm, and then tightly pulled her wrist.Hashirama leaned down and leaned close to her ear, sighing softly because he was full.After a long time, he said, "It's the wound on the back... Did you touch it?"

"No." Yuyue bit the corner of her lips: "I don't know."

Yuyue felt that there seemed to be an uncontrollable throbbing like a sea tide surging up from the depths of her body, as if some kind of seed sprouted from the depths of her body, and it grew and bloomed instantly. Maybe this feeling of plants beginning to grow is the appearance of a child. .

The wind at night brought the breath of rain, and the clouds gradually covered up the brilliance of the moon.The damp breath permeates every corner, condensing on the leaf tips and the edges of stones.The first drops of rain fell into the dust, and then came the patters of drizzle, hitting the stones and roof tiles one after another.

The sound of the rain was softly passed to her ears, she stretched her arms around his neck in a daze, stroked down, noticed the tiny beads of sweat hanging on his back, and murmured: "Go down!" It's raining."

"Well, it's raining."?