[Hokage] Terukawa

After a period of chaos... Hey, wake up, what are you thinking?Am I the kind of person who can easily cause chaos?To be honest, if it wasn't for the man Namikaze Minato who suddenly came out and said those few words to me, I would never have shed tears in public (?).

But if you fall, you will fall, and there is nothing special except that you are too ashamed.It's just that crying can't solve the problem after all, so if I really want to talk about the difference... Maybe it's because I feel a little better psychologically?But the same effect can actually be achieved when I turn around and take a few deep breaths. It is impossible for me to cry every time I feel a little uncomfortable. The comfort and care from others will make me feel ashamed to death.

Just like now, Minato and Kushina have just rubbed my hair in turn, and I don’t need to look in the mirror to know what kind of mess my hair is now, I hang my head very low-but even so, I still feel my hair The scalp is burning hot along with the whole face.

Oh my God.

I swear I just shed a few tears, and I didn't even make a sound... It's not like crying, why do they act like I'm crying? ?This is too exaggerated! !

"I think you're a little..." I pondered over my words, "overreacting. In fact, I think I was just like someone who just got up in the morning and stretched."

Jiuxinna curled her lips when she heard the words: "In this regard, it's better for children not to argue with adults. By the way, the dormitory over there in Anbu will definitely not be able to clean up in a while... so tonight How about staying here?" After speaking, without waiting for my answer, she turned slightly sideways and looked at Minato: "The guest room at home should be pretty clean, right?"

"No problem, we just cleaned it a few days ago." Minato smiled and stretched out his hand to sign OK, then winked at me again, "Zhaohe, we can assure you—at least tonight, in our Sleeping in the guest room at home is definitely more comfortable than sleeping in the Anbe dormitory.”

Either way, I have no reason to refuse - kindness needs to be cherished.

However, Minato and Kushina's care for me didn't stop there.They even went further beyond my expectations - they talked to me again before going to bed, not only told me many precautions in Anbu, but also every aspect of life - such as which store has good food and cheap , which store's daily necessities are worth the money and the like.

"Is there no cafeteria in Anbe?" I asked naively.

"Yes, there are," Minato's smile looked a little stiff, "but you think that for a group of ninjas who are on missions all day long, there will be time to visit there instead of picking and choosing , just to eat something good?"

Does this mean in disguise that the salaries of Anbu members are quite high?I don't know if the underage members who just joined like me have any luck getting a salary.

I thought about it seriously for a while, and finally found out very sadly that apart from the salary problem that is not available at all, what Minato said was absolutely impeccable, so true that those who heard it cried and those who saw it were sad.

Minato patted the top of my head: "So, with less demand, the desire to improve will naturally be less. Once the people in Anbu are busy, they simply don't touch the ground, and they can't waste their time complaining in front of the upper level. Anbe's cafeteria."

——In particular, the reason for the complaint is that the chefs at Anbu Cafeteria are not self-motivated.

I silently made up what Minato hadn't said in my heart, and for a moment I just felt extremely complicated.Even though I have a trait called "turtle hair", at this time, I feel that this kind of complaint sounds really ridiculous.

But it also means...

"I'm in trouble." I tried to tighten my facial expression and said calmly.

"What?" His expression became serious.

...Come on, Yasaka Terukawa, speak out!You are already 33 years old, Minato and Kushina are at most in their twenties, it is normal for older people to have thicker skins!

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"I..." My eyes wandered for a while, "Can I come here to learn how to cook in the future?"

"..."

long silence.

Finally, I couldn't help raising my head quietly, and I was looking at Kamizumon and Kushina's loving eyes as if they were looking at a fool.

……

I, Yasaka Terukawa, male, six years old this year, 34 years old mentally, miraculously have two completely different lives, but also miraculously have a great shame that runs through the two lives.

In the past 34 years, the man has never learned how to cook anything other than eggs.This feeling is actually very subtle, as if I have a character panel that can be added, and the skill point in cooking retains a "1" called eggs to ensure that I will not starve to death on the street, and then other points should be in The skill points in cooking are all used in other aspects.This kind of lack of talent is outright lack of talent - the kind that even if you complete the planned training and study with Kushina for a whole year, you can't save it.

To this, Kushina's response was concise and clear.

— "Sometimes I really want to see how your brain grows," she said, "Your hands seem to rebel from the moment you touch the kitchen utensils."

I rolled my eyes: "Yeah, I feel like my fingers are knotting on the back of the knife right now, too."

Then I felt the top of my head being patted lightly by her: "Don't roll your eyes a few times, and be careful not to turn into dead fish eyes like Kakashi."

My head hurts even more.

Kakashi, Hatake's boy, Hatake Kakashi, didn't ask about his age, but his appearance seems to be about the same age as my appearance. He is a gifted child of Konoha, and at the same time, he is the only one who has reached the same level as me. Talents achieved by "seeing each other and hating each other".His father, Sakumo Hatake, and Minato seem to have a pretty good relationship... Colleagues?It's about the same level of intimacy that we often eat together at meal times.But this can't change the dislike that his son and I have for each other—because of the fact that every time his son comes to Minato's house, he will laugh at me for not being able to learn how to cook.As for me... I... Although I haven't found an opportunity to retort him yet, I believe that in terms of expressing my feelings, sometimes a look is enough.

Besides, I'm too lazy to bother with the kid who entered the second stage of middle school early.

Thinking of the little silver-haired killer, I felt my fingers on the back of the knife become more tightly knotted, so I couldn't help rolling my eyes again: "No way, Jiuxinna, you just want to Too much," I landed on the potato on the chopping board with a knife, "my eyes won't turn into dead fish eyes just because I roll my eyes in secret, just like Kakashi Hatake's eyes won't turn into watery eyes because he looks at others seriously Ling's appearance-although I have doubts about whether he will seriously look at a person."

Kushina couldn't help laughing, and reached out to smooth my shoulder-length hair.

"Kakashi is at the door," she said.

I suddenly felt a chill behind my back, and quickly turned my head to look—well, I knew that this kid had this expression again, which was not beyond my expectation at all.

...so what's the point of him wearing a mask?Did he think a face mask would cover his naturally sarcastic face?

"Today's Yasaka Terukawa hasn't learned how to cook either."

Look, it's this sentence again.Not only have I memorized it, but I can even imitate his voice and intonation quite well, so as to achieve the effect of speaking in unison with him-you can tell by his bewildered expression.

"Yasaka Terukawa, you..." He hesitated now, with uncertainty written between his frowning brows, "Have you been hit too hard?"

...No, I want to hit you more than that.

I wanted to laugh a bit, but I still tensed my expression, turned my head to look into his eyes, and said word by word: "Kakashi, you must be the best face in your generation."

His expression was confused for a moment - I guess he must be thinking "what the hell is a face", but his expression was quickly adjusted back to a mocking face - also, after all, in this context, there is no need to think I can also know that it is definitely not a good word, and the corresponding solution is obviously not to ask me "what is the face" in a daze, because I will mock him from the scarf to the underwear.

He beeped again.

I turned my head back to the cutting board, and rolled my eyes hard at an angle that Kushina couldn't see.

A potato was cut lengthwise by me.

Today's Hatake Kakashi is still beeping.