[Hokage] Terukawa

I went back to the dormitory dressed in the sunset, only to find that Koshi Inoue and the others had finished training and had returned from the training ground. Not only that, the door I pushed open even bumped into a black garbage bag in my hand. On the forehead of Chun Ma who was about to go out to throw it away, the muffled sound of "dong" and his call that sounded almost at the same time seemed abrupt in the already quiet room, not to mention that almost everyone was there. He stopped his work for an instant and took a look towards the door, and then he slumped his shoulders after realizing that it was me who entered the door, looking like he was relieved.

Of course, maybe a more intuitive problem has been shown before my eyes——Chun Ma's eyes are lowered, so I can't see the emotions that are surging in his eyes, but this does not affect my ability to see his emotions. His complexion is not good-looking... Maybe it can be called ugly.At this time, he was short of breath, his cheeks and neck were flushed with a faint red, and the line of his jaw was extremely tense, which let me know that he was biting his back molars hard—it was almost as if his head was about to take a bite. A bitten cub.

something is wrong.A thought flashed through my mind.

"Are you okay?" I asked him in a low voice.

Chunma paused for a while when he was rubbing his hand on his red forehead, he shook his head, just muttered and complained about my carelessness, then stretched out his hand and slapped me away who was trying to express my apology, and said angrily: "I can What's the matter...? Also, get out of the way, I'm a person who has to deal with business." As he spoke, he raised the garbage bag in his hand, as if he was going to throw it on me.

The so-called knowledgeable person is a hero. ?

I patted his forearm lightly to make way for him, and watched him walk out the door without looking back, the sound of light and swift footsteps echoed throughout the empty corridor.

"What's wrong with him?" I turned around and asked until the sound of Chunma's footsteps disappeared completely.

"Don't mind...he has been like this since noon today, but...in fact, I am also wrong. Maybe Chunma is right. After all, I am not him, so how can I understand his thoughts and ideas? What about his situation? I really don't have the position to say those words..." Along with the whispering of his voice, Yuezheng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air in his lungs, but at this time he was talking to me rather than talking to me. Explaining what I just missed is more like talking to myself.Although I couldn't see his expression at this time because he was sitting at the desk with his back facing me, I could clearly hear the crisp "click"-he seemed to be a little irritated with the pen in his hand. Throwing it on the open scroll, it made me realize that his true emotions were not as calm as his tone showed, and it also made me realize that in my absence, between my dear teammates What happened probably wasn't just "all busy cleaning up".

Finally he said, "Perhaps you should ask Chunma yourself when he comes back...I should think about it too."

Oh, that doesn't sound like much fun outside of "cleaning up".

I looked around the room, except for the unusually silent Koshiwa who had been repeatedly wiping the tabletop with a rag and Qing Ao, who was already showing a figure, with a blank face from just now, there was no one else, that is to say, Shiori ... Shiori hasn't come back yet, but Anbu's illusion class occasionally ends later than other departments, and sometimes she even stays in the dormitory over there overnight, so there is no need to worry about her.

...But it would be nice if Shiori was here.I think, if Shiori was there, the relationship between Haruma and Yue would not be as awkward as before... Yes, she has always been good at easing conflicts to appease both parties, and in the end she always succeeded in making both parties take a step back to reach a settlement.Her smile is like the spring breeze on the face and the spring water on the fingers. Under her comfort, even I can relax very quickly. Since the formation of the team, we have our own pride but few disputes. Among them Naturally, Shiori has a lot to contribute - this seems to be a kind of innate talent, instead of just analyzing, analyzing, and analyzing from beginning to end like me, but the patience of both sides of the quarrel is a little less, It will be difficult to suppress my anger, and I happen to be not very good at tempering—ah, great, a wonderful three-way battle is about to start!

I poked Qing's back with my finger, which made him tremble uncontrollably, and looked up at me in confusion——

What are you doing?He stared at me clearly.

I should be asking you this question——Yue and Chunma, what is going on with them?I stared back without hesitation.

His eyes drifted away for a moment - it can only be said that Qing is worthy of being Qing, even his eyes are still so straightforward.I saw him quietly pointing to Yue's back, and winking at me: Yue he...

What about spring horses?I pointed to the door.

Qing shook his head, saying that there was no way to say this.

All right.I turned my head away, eye contact is actually bad at this point, simple questions and answers are still competent, but slightly more complicated narratives are not.

I grabbed the dirty rag from Qing's hand and walked towards the bathroom.

"What about you, Zhaohe?" A word suddenly came from behind me—it was Yue's voice.

"what……?"

"It's rare to go out during the rotation instead of soaking in your mountain of scrolls..." He turned his head, with some confusion and anxiety that couldn't be concealed between his brows, "I can ask where you went ?"

I didn't understand why he suddenly shifted his target to me, but I still replied seriously: "A family member of a friend died accidentally in the last conflict. I went to stay with him for a while."

"That's it." Nodding his head, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to continue to say something, but he just kept silent.

should i leaveIt took me a few seconds to think about this question, and my instinct told me that it was important for him to swallow what he didn't say-but it didn't stop him from keeping his mouth shut.

Fortunately, Yue didn't struggle for long in the end, and soon he raised his head again, looked at me and said tentatively: "Zhaohe, sacrifice and death are different... right? I can feel your strength in these aspects. Understanding is different from ours, so... I want to hear your opinion."

I was stunned for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of thoughts appeared in my mind like bubbles floating under the surface of the water, and quickly faded away like thousands of bubbles bursting, like thousands of pieces of paper, all kinds of All kinds of chaotic thoughts raced and flickered in my mind—from "lost a loved one" to "why did the war start" to "why did you pick me up on this question" to "how did you I feel that I am different from you”—fortunately, my brain’s ability to process information far exceeds the ability of random thinking. And viciously extracting the key points, some clues that obviously have no conclusive evidence but are somehow recalled by me now are vainly held together by an invisible hand, like the ethereal and lonely stars in the boundless universe finally established with each other Connected—the illusory twilight finally intersects together, the irrelevant is excluded one by one and the thought-worthy is illuminated one by one, blending and connecting with each other—finally, they are like dazzling in the night sky. However, the astrology, with the help of the shape that was pieced together, fluoresced quietly in the dark.

I seem to know what's going on.I pursed my lips and began to carefully consider the words and phrases I used: "As far as I personally think, sacrifice and death are indeed different, and their meanings are different." I slumped my shoulders, and became more certain about my guess, but I didn't finish my sentence, "In fact, there is no clear boundary between sacrifice and death." I paused and emphasized my tone: "Because the basis of sacrifice is based on death - and because of this, sacrifice can be disputed, but death will always be a fact."

As the last syllable from my mouth fell to the ground, the room fell into silence again.I stood in the middle of the room, Qing leaned against the wall and stood behind me, Yue was still sitting on that chair, but he had already turned his body around, and he was propping his chin with his palms, his eyelashes lowered. Knowing what he was thinking about, those silver-gray irises were still faint, but they were not as bright in the shadows as before, and now they seemed to be covered by the twilight, showing a hazy and gloomy appearance.

"Who's dead?" I asked softly.The dirty rag I held between my fingers was torn and wet, but I could still feel the lines on it, but... my God, the water absorption of silk fabrics is not what people expect, who wants to put it on a whim Use it to forcefully make a rag?

Yue was silent for a moment, and said, "It's Mrs. Tachihayakawa, an excellent and powerful ninja...also Haruma's mother, Haruma's last living relative."

Now, of course, she wasn't anymore.

Yue didn't say this sentence, but everyone present knew it well.

Hmm... one person, the kind who is alone, the kind who can feed the whole family without worrying about one person.

I reluctantly twitched the corners of my lips, and my conjecture was verified step by step, but I couldn't be happier.After all, it didn’t happen to me. If I want to say how sad it is, I have to say something hypocritical—but the heavy feeling in my heart is not false at all. I can only say that compared to sadness, it may be another kind of The emotion called sadness probably accounts for more weight.

The more I got up and sat opposite Qing, I wisely threw the rag in my hand aside, and also pulled Qing to sit down.

"Actually... I still don't quite realize where I went wrong—'All the ninjas who fought to the last moment for the safety of the village are heroes. Heroes never die, but heroic souls live forever. We will I will always be proud of dying in battle in my hometown'." Hearing this, I had a puzzled expression on my face, but Yue ignored it, and he said it word by word, adding the words "Heroes never die, but heroic souls last forever". The syllables were bitten very clearly, and the whole sentence came out like flowing water. It didn't look like he was just now thinking about how to explain his ideas-obviously, he didn't know how to chew this sentence over and over again. How many times has it happened, and he himself has a fairly clear understanding of this, "This is what my parents have told me since I was a child, and it is also what I have believed in since I was a child... Well, if you must Having said that, I still firmly believe that as a Konoha ninja and as a hero, dying in battle is a good ending. I hope that I can become a practitioner of that sentence—after all, to defend There is always nothing to be ashamed of dying in your hometown, right? So why is Haruma angry because I said such a thing? This... this... is completely beyond my expectations."

The more I couldn't help wiping my face, his voice became smaller and smaller, and the grievance in his tone that he probably didn't even notice made me sigh, so I sat beside me Qing, who never uttered a few words from the beginning to the end, squeezed my palm reassuringly, using this instead of words to express her sympathy and comfort for me.

Ah—maybe being a quiet and beautiful man like Chun Riqing won't encounter so many bad things.I couldn't help but slander, but changed my mind the next moment: But under such a premise, just with his over-the-top painting style... perhaps it is indeed more appropriate to speak less.

Somewhat resignedly, I tapped the table beside me with my five fingertips, and felt physically and mentally exhausted for a moment—what constitutes a person's three views?Personality, circumstances, knowledge, vision, belonging, growth environment, family education... The so-called accumulation of soil into mountains and water into abyss, every independent individual is formed by these small and trivial factors in a few decades. It is his whole life and every day he experiences that builds a complete personality.It is not an easy task for two people to understand each other, not to mention that the two people have very different basic structures. As a result, he and Haruma have conflicts in the more stream-of-consciousness field of "concepts" Naturally, it was not unexpected.

Even if two people look at the same sky, they may not necessarily see the same scenery.

I think I can briefly summarize the contradiction between the two of them——

Yue: "She lived a chic life and fought vigorously. She died as a hero protecting her hometown. A hero never dies but a hero's soul lives forever. Please don't be immersed in..."

Chunma: "Get lost! This hero can be whoever he likes! Anyway, don't be my mother!!"

cross:"……???"

At this moment, Qing beside me suddenly shrunk her mouth and touched her nose, looking a little sad.