[Hokage] Terukawa

My plan to have a fight with Kakashi failed in the end - not because I was afraid that I would not be able to beat him, but because I was afraid that I would not be able to control my fist on his face full of pretense I can't let him stare at a black-eyed young man to attend the ninja school's graduation ceremony. On this point, I think I can still be considerate of others.

And then... then what happened?

I stood on the roof and exhaled hot and humid vapor into the air, and the vapor escaped through the holes in the mask, creating a comical white mist in the icy mid-air.The knowledge of geography is not wrong at all, and the winter in the inland areas is indeed colder than that in the coastal areas-if possible, I hope that one day in the future there will be no such chills.

I'm looking at a person... a silver-haired man who just returned to the village after completing a mission, but immediately caused a bloody storm.

Hatake Sakumo.

He should be less than 40 years old, and he should have the cold, sharp eyes like a falcon, and the agile and vigorous skills like a cheetah.He is in the prime of life, full of vigor, Konoha's white teeth, and Konoha's sharp knife.He can turn into a sharp wind or lightning on the most stalemate battlefield to cut and tear, and stab the sharpest point of the knife into the heart and throat of the enemy.

This is what he should look like—or this is the powerful shadow he left in my heart.

Rather than what I feel now - an old man with a stooped back, which makes me worry whether he will be like a flame in a storm, and after a certain dimming, it will lose its light forever with the chance of fever.

What's even sadder is that I know it's not an illusion.

I took a step and started running on the ridge.

I have already heard the specific reasons for my ears to grow calluses, and it is not difficult to remove those unnecessary and embellished ingredients from it-of course, it is not so difficult as it is that this matter is really unexpected It's so simple that it doesn't add any oil or vinegar—it's a story of a farmer and a snake in my eyes.

Now I have a question I can't figure out.

Why are there so many poisonous snakes in this world?

So vicious, so cold-blooded.He froze in the dark, looking like a harmless vine grass, but in fact, after the farmer pulled it back from the imminent death, he quietly opened his mouth, exposing his foul-smelling fangs , spitting out scarlet letters and hissing—but what can you say as a spectator?If you blame the livestock, others will blame you, and even blame the poor poisoned farmer. They all showed vicious and indifferent faces, and said irrelevantly: "The poisonous snake should be So, after all, this is the nature of poisonous snakes. And you... You know what it is but you still ended up like this, should you blame the poisonous snakes that follow their nature?... From this, it can be seen that the farmer should Do what a farmer does, or you're out of luck. Why be a veterinarian when your fields aren't in order?"

Damn, I should have known, no one in this world really thinks ninjas are heroes!

The cold winter wind whizzed past my ears as I ran, most of them came from the land country in the north, but a considerable part came from the wind country in the west—shit, can they live in this life? Do a good job of greening, so that the cold wind in Konoha in winter will not be so cold and so strong?

"Sakumo Hatake's self-righteousness..."

"Where do ninjas need..."

"He thought he..."

"Ninja rules cannot be taken lightly..."

Damn it, isn't the Ninja Code just like the freshmen's enrollment manual? Why do people really read it?If you have time to read the ninja rules that most people can't understand, why don't you have time to think about life philosophies such as knowing gratitude and repaying that everyone understands?Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp what can i doThey weren't even attacking me, and waving them away with hostility would only lead to trouble.Before today, I had never felt so far away from the world—is it the norm here to behave like a viper?

Oh, so tell me next, I will be like this one day too?

I can fuck him, it might as well tell me to fuck off.

Pedestrians gradually became less and less, I glanced up in a hurry, and I recognized from the surrounding scenery that we had come to the border of Konoha, and Hatake Sakumo had also stopped—he really knew that I was there. followed him.

"Child of Anbu," he slowly turned around and spoke to me, with deep exhaustion and helplessness engraved on his expression, "You have followed me through half the village, did you have something to say to me in private? What does this loser say?"

Through the stupid eyeholes of the mask, I can see a pair of tired eyes, but they are always sharp, looking up and down my face now - my mask, except for a particularly ugly painted wolf head Apart from the pattern, there is nothing good-looking at all and nothing can be seen - the animal mask in Anbu is really meaningless to some people with special hair color, but fortunately, my configuration of black curly hair is obviously not It's rare.

What can I say?What should I say?

I raised my hand to take off the mask and looked at him, leaning forward slightly to his surprised gaze: "Uncle Hatake," I stood up straight, "I just want to ask a few questions."

Yes, a few questions, just answer a few of my questions.About his thoughts, about his cognition, about his silence... and about Kakashi.

He looked at me fixedly, finally sighed, bent down and patted my shoulder: "If you don't have any other tasks, just ask. But..." He stretched out a finger, " I will only answer one question, boy, think it over before asking."

Only one answer is only one answer, the problem is not big.I think, joke, if you don't tell me, can you still let me say it?At this time, whoever talks too much will tilt the balance of victory in his direction.

……

"So you never regretted saving that guy, did you?" I lowered my head while holding the mask, and tapped it on the palm of my other hand.Thank you again for this remote border area, it at least allows me to not be disturbed by idlers when talking with this venerable elite. Looking around, I can only see the Nanhe River in the distance shimmering in the sun. "Even if he..." I tilted my head and considered for a moment, and finally said what I wanted to say, "Even if he is not a person worthy of you."

As I expected, he really showed that helpless expression again, but he really didn't say anything to defend the man—but if he really said it, I would start to doubt life.But what is uncomfortable is that now, whether it is justification or scolding, it has long been meaningless. Perhaps everything from the moment he made a decision and put it into action has no room for fantasies.Now all the complex emotions have been ruthlessly compressed in the man's hoarse throat, and finally turned into a weak and hoarse sigh.

"At the moment of life and death, I don't have time to think so much, not to mention that I only thought of some... things that have nothing to do with the battlefield," he said slowly, "such as children."

He took one look at me, and I nodded my head in the hope of hearing more about it.

"For us—and for you, losing your partner may not happen often, but as you grow up, it is inevitable after all. You have to believe that whether you and that person Whether your personal relationship is good or bad, you will never like that feeling...the sense of powerlessness, despair and so on, there are many, many, but this is our ninja's own business after all, so we can leave it alone for now."

"In fact, whenever a companion is killed in battle, the surviving members of the squad will go to this person's home for a period of time to inform the news of the death, and to comfort the wife or husband, daughter or son left behind by this person. , mother or father—and that brings up a terrible question," he swallowed, "how do you explain it to them when you're dealing with them who don't know anything?"

"How should I explain it to them!" He seemed to be excited suddenly, his back straightened, his face was as firm as steel, but his trembling hands revealed the fact that he was in great pain now, "Do I have to Tell them the news of death with a sad face—'I'm sorry, maybe you will never hear your children call you father again, please be sorry'; 'I'm sorry, we couldn't save your lover... ...we were so incompetent that we couldn't even bring back his body'; The previous story' - can you imagine the feeling? 'Sorry', 'Sorry', 'Sorry'... what do these words do? They don't kill the enemy, they don't convey information, they don't change Stupid commands from above that can neither bring back the remains of the dead nor appease the sorrows of the living - ninjas, don't take any chances, they're just useless!"

"Zhaohe, I also have a son."

"So I thought, since they don't work, why not use them at all. I know it's naive and ridiculous, but isn't the source of progress in the times just fantasy? 100 years ago, ninjas couldn't even imagine It looks like living together with different families, but if you look at it now, why is this not feasible?" When he said this, he looked up at me, and the light in his eyes was extremely dazzling , It's like a fire in the night.

I have to admit, his words gave me a goddamn shock - I almost had goosebumps, not to mention he was a saint compared to all the weird chirping noises outside.

Hush, shine on the river, calm down, calm down.

I took a deep breath and calmly told the facts: "I don't think there is anything wrong with what you said... I agree with your idea, but unfortunately, no one thought of this step, Mr. Sage." The eyes continued to say the treasonous words, "All they can see is those - tasks, tasks, and tasks - maybe I should add the village, but they are all similar things. In fact, we all know that the source of everything In fact, it’s war—hey, don’t look at me with that kind of eyes, there’s still a lot of information that can be collected in many small missions in Anbu, as long as you sort it out a little, you can draw a lot of conclusions that you don’t want us to know, such as ...the war never stops, etc. The peace is only on the surface, and the intrigue in the dark never stops-after all, Anbu is specialized in dealing with these things, isn't it? We are not those brainless Livestock, as long as they are blindfolded with cloth strips, they can be shut up in a dark mill and grind stupidly and single-mindedly," I snorted, "We also know what we are doing."

"War, never-ending war."

Hatake Sakumo looked at me with strange eyes, and slightly softened his brows and eyes: "Shaohe, you seem to be different from others, whether it is other civilians or other Anbu..." He repeated again, "You are indeed different from others." Too much the same."

I scoffed at this: "Everyone has different concerns, just like that..." I paused, and changed my words temporarily, "When guests come to an izakaya, the focus of the owner and the receptionist will never be the same. What the shopkeeper thinks is that his pockets are more bulging, and what the waiter thinks is that his salary has finally been settled—or he thinks that this customer is really annoying, and he is tired after working all day. In my opinion, your The matter is just a little involved, you can never guess what other people think," I shook my head, "what the common people in the village think is one thing, what the upper class thinks must be another What happened...Maybe your actions are not purely bad for them...?"

After saying this, I lowered my head in despair, well, I couldn't believe it myself.People's hearts - how important is people's hearts, I don't think the upper echelon will ignore the reactions of civilians when doing things.The influence between the upper level and the lower level is always mutual. If you ignore the other when doing things, you will be blamed if there is no trouble.

I suddenly felt that I could not speak, and my voice seemed to be choked in my throat.I guess what I look like now is like a tomcat whose neck has been pinched all the time, and the fur of its tail is blown into a feather duster by the stimulation of anxiety.

At this time, I heard Sakumo laugh: "Hey, don't talk about this, let's change the subject and talk about something else..." A big warm hand covered the top of my hair, "Your father is Yasaka Righteous, right?"

I raised my head suddenly, my heart was beating violently, and the blood was hitting my eardrums, sounding like a drum.