[Hokage] Terukawa

"Actually, Yasaka Yoshito and I are indeed old acquaintances, but... we are not old acquaintances in the common sense," Sakumo spread his palms, "Do you understand?"

Yes, of course I can.I nod.

"Old acquaintances" these days are nothing more than two situations, one is a situation where the relationship is excellent and there is a considerable degree of trust in each other, and the other... is naturally an old acquaintance who is facing each other with swords.

Generally speaking, the second type of old acquaintance has another more appropriate title, called old enemy. ?

"It's been a long time, you have to give me some time to think about it carefully." Shuo Mao stroked his chin with his fingers, and slowly stroked those short silver-white beards with his rough fingertips. Afterwards, he relaxed his body and leaned his back firmly on the trunk behind him—it was a maple tree whose leaves had not yet shed cleanly, and the flame-like orange red had faded from its pentagonal leaves. It was replaced by a darker and more dignified dark red.Naturally, this color cannot be said to be bright, but against the pale sky, it is also a beautiful embellishment. "Well, the last time I saw your father... It should have been more than ten years ago, of course, it may have been earlier, I only know that I was not yet 30 years old at that time. The situation is not stable, plus Due to some historical factors, the relationship between Konoha and Kirigakure is far worse than it is now. For Konoha's ninjas, it is actually quite common to fight against Kirigakure's ninjas—that's where your father and I were. We met each other on the battlefield all day long..." He smiled as if remembering something funny, "Then one day, your father disappeared, and no one could find him. Ye's people couldn't find him, and Kirigakure's people couldn't find him, as if the world had evaporated. This made me very confused, and at the same time I was a little worried, because on the battlefield at that time, there was no one other than me. People are his opponents—and, of course, him too, so if the two of us get out of the way, it's a disaster for both of us."

"I've been thinking about this for a long time—until the end of the war, I saw his name appear on Kirigakure's wanted list. I can't understand why he defected. This is an indelible stain on ninjas , let alone in a place like Kirigakure, the ninja who defected will not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life... Maybe he just lost his head. It was only later that I gradually got a guess, maybe he didn't want to be a ninja long ago Maybe, besides, no one can see through his mind...... Besides," he suddenly lowered his head and smiled at me, "I think I have understood his choice now."

Well, I think I know how he understands it, but Kakashi and I are not the same.

I shrugged at him and ran the time over in my head.

My elder brother Dong Ming is four years older than me... If you calculate this way, the time can indeed match, the only thing that surprises me is that the righteous man's actual age is so much older than he looks... I thought he would be the same A little over 30 years old.

But of course it's not a problem, it's because the Yasaka family has good genes.

"Then...from what you know about him, what kind of person is he?" I thought for a while, but I didn't ask the defection question that I was most confused about - a Konoha ninja who stood on the bright side would not have Way to know the internal news of Kirigakure, it is useless to ask this kind of brainless question, not to mention that I believe that righteous people must have their own reasons for doing things, maybe I can go back and look through the pile of things that I pressed at the bottom of the box .

"The only thing I can tell you is the feeling of fighting with him. After all, 90.00% of the time I met him was fighting." Shuo Mao raised his eyebrows.

"I thought it was [-] percent."

"The other one percent of the time, we're going to stare our eyes the size of the Uchihas while imagining our vision turning into a dagger and then impaling each other into a hedgehog."

I lowered my head and laughed.

"As for your father's fighting level..." He took a deep breath, "The average level of chakra is above average among ninjas, and he is very good at ninjutsu, but if we call his ninjutsu 'good at' , then he is undoubtedly 'proficient' in physical skills, but..." He paused, and then continued hesitantly, "It's just that his physical skills... are quite fierce and hurt a lot." The arrogance of the enemy's one thousand self-defeating eight hundred, I almost died by his sword several times... But if you think about his temper, it's understandable."

Another unexpected point, I thought.

"Is he in a bad temper?"

"...Well, I can't say it's really bad. To be precise, it's rather weird... Well, weird, weird, withdrawn, and a little irritable, so the relationship between him and his team members can't be said to be very good." Shuo Mao was still touching his chin, "But generally speaking, his flaws are not concealed. He also has a lot of talents on the battlefield. He can make careful plans and catch us by surprise with extraordinary intuition. It once made us suspect that there are spies hidden in the fog inside the team who are revealing the battle plan."

"It's not suitable for talking and talking, but it's definitely a very reliable comrade in arms." In the end, he concluded.

"Hey, then he is really powerful, he is indeed my father." I also started to touch my chin, "No wonder those people hate him so much, and they all hate me."

Hearing this, Shuo Mao glanced at me unexpectedly, and after seeing the expression on my face, he showed a sad expression - I don't know if he was sad for me and my father, or for those people.

I snorted softly through my nose: "He hasn't done anything harmful, and he is very kind to me--I just need to know this. It doesn't matter."

——Ah, there is actually something wrong with it, I think, building a house in the mountains... can be imagined by unjust people. Is this something normal people can do?This is simply the ultimate withdrawn, also known as the ultimate autistic, but this little thing is enough for me to know.

Besides, who knows if he has other considerations?Anyway, in my eyes, Yoshito Yasaka is the best.In the summer, he will discount the banner of "beware of rheumatoid arthritis" and take our big family to the high mountain slopes to bask in the sun...well, read it as basking in the sun and writing about camping, and then we will be chilled on the slopes Laughing when the mountain wind blew inarticulately and swayed here and there; he would seem to inadvertently sow reed seeds in the moist soil by the river, and in autumn he would take us to lie on this fast-growing plant , the whole body is covered with fluffy white, and sometimes we will find a few ruby-like wild strawberries on the grass on the shore-it is not surprising at all, after all, the rain in the country of water is like that every year Well, these small and beautiful berries can't always be cheap to those migratory birds in the wild; in the study on the second floor, I have seen many picture frames hanging on the wall, all of which are delicate and small leaves.The bright golden color comes from ginkgo, the burning red color comes from red maple, as for those bigger ones, I guess they come from plane trees—I don’t know where he got them, after all, the climate in the country of water is really good for plane trees. A little too moist.His preservation work is quite good, I can't even see any signs of dehydration in the leaves through the glass, and it was only later that I realized that Zhizi really likes these beautiful things, so Dongming and I also started to collect these leaves— ——The righteous man who was robbed of his job was naturally a little dissatisfied, but he couldn't say anything in front of Zhizi, so he chose to save the country with a curve, and it took a lot of time to choose a few pieces of the best pieces every time. Beautiful, and he also said to us with a look of disgust, that we would rather be short than excessive.

Although the flame burned everything in the end, it left me whole again. I was lucky to rescue some ashes-now they are all lying in my box, silently waiting for the day when they will be seen again.

Shuo Mao and I parted ways at dusk.

"It's going to pass," I told him, "just adjust and be happy. Think of Kakashi, he's graduating soon."

Shuomo shook his head, his face was blurred by the dim light at dusk and the angle of the backlight, but I thought he was probably smiling, but then I heard him say: "There are rumors of the Three Generations of Kazekage outside... …It’s just a rumour, and it’s hard to tell whether it’s true or not, but whether it’s the truth or someone is fabricating rumors, you must be prepared,” he stroked my hair again, “train hard and don’t let up.”

The afterglow of the setting sun was drilled between the red leaves of the maple tree, and now it looked like a cluster of splashing red waves again.