[Hokage] Terukawa

"To:

Your Excellency, Haruma Lihaakawa, those who worship the enlightenment worship, and the letter is like meeting, and I wish to show the letter.

The battle of Jigeng Mountain ended two days ago, and it was a big victory, so there is no need to worry about it.I want to say a lot after the incident, but you are in a hurry, I want to chase but the time has not come, thinking about the old habits, I leave this mourning book here, and I should explain one or two of your posthumous affairs, but after thinking about it, I found that there is nothing. What can be said, it is enough to simply tell the king that both Yu and Chunriqing are safe.

Recently living in the hospital, doing nothing, difficult to do everything.I want to gossip with Qingjun, but I can't... Because Qingjun and Jun are both suffering from the hidden poison of sand tolerance. Fortunately, the poison is short-lived and shallow, and there is no danger of life.Yu Ze had a false alarm and felt that everything was not going well.

If there is nothing to do, the sorrow in the chest will not stop; if the sorrow in the chest cannot stop, it will be difficult to be loyal to its work; if it is difficult to be loyal to its work, the rest will be no different from death.

..."

#Translation is making words#

"The effect of this medicine is very good, but it will be more irritating. Senior may feel very painful, but it will be fine after a while... Please feel wronged."

"Ah, it doesn't matter, you just do it... hiss."

The severe pain that followed almost blurred my senses. I tried my best not to show a grinning expression, but I still missed a bite and couldn't hold back the sound of gasping for air.

... Something is wrong.

I frowned, and when I really looked up, I saw the little girl who was intern at the medical forbearance stand aside in a daze, biting her lower lip and twisting her fingers, her beautiful vermilion eyes were covered with a thin film at some point. The fog made me dizzy in an instant—how should I deal with this situation?Of course it's not her fault that I hurt, but firstly I'm not good at comforting, and secondly, we can't be called acquaintances with her, even if we praise her, I can't do it. Is this the legendary difficulty of hell?

After thinking about it, I can't understand it.

Finally, I said cautiously, "Miss Shuoyue adapts quickly."

Seeing her slightly dazed, I quickly added: "Compared to yesterday afternoon, you are much calmer now."

"That... That's because there are too many injured people like Yasaka-senpai. Everyone is working hard. If I continue to panic..." Shuoyue's face became pale, and his dry and flaky eyes Her lips trembled and opened and closed with the end of her soft voice.I looked at her intently—but she just pursed her lips silently and lowered her head.

"How old are you?" I sighed in my heart, but I already understood somewhat.

"Hmm... 11 years old in four months?" She blinked her eyes in confusion, "but age doesn't mean anything... I've been studying in the medical class for more than three years, otherwise I wouldn't be here intern."

"But practice is the only test of truth," I said, "and in the process, you'll apply what you've learned to yourself, responding flexibly and appropriately to most matters . . . just like your predecessors The same as you. My medical ninja teammate was not much better than you when you were your age, but he saw more, so he just..." I subconsciously pulled the corners of my mouth, "It looks similar to the seniors Professional and reliable."

Unexpectedly, Shuoyue didn't answer my words right away, but I saw her jaw move, and she slowly lowered her eyes in silence, staring at the corner of my quilt.

"Senior, what do you mean... do you need to get used to the work of medical forbearance?" She asked softly.

...this is really unexpected.I froze for a moment, then thought.

She has flaws in her personality, lack of experience and experience, and her mentality is obviously not adjusted well...but she has made rapid progress.Shuoyue is a piece of rough jade that needs to be polished. Her personality and young age limit her brilliance, but of course this is only temporary. The little girl is unexpectedly sharp in her own direction. To put it bluntly, it seems that I am looking forward and backward.

"Just think of it as self-evolution." I smiled.

Shuoyue sighed lowly, and said in a low voice: "I really don't want to get used to it..." After she finished speaking, she bit her lower lip—it was obvious that she still didn't finish her sentence.

I looked at her with a good temper - the exhaustion of my heart after the war not only made me sleep for a whole yesterday, but also made me lazy to do anything after waking up, and even now I have this feeling for Shuoyue A kind of almost infinite patience - medical ninjas are a rare species and need to be treated well.

——Until Shuoyue muttered for a moment, she suddenly changed the topic.

"Senior Yasaka, I heard that there are many differences in the way of thinking and methods of treatment between the battlefield doctor and the logistics doctor." She suddenly took half a step back and bowed to me, "So I would like to ask you, senior, for a little introduction." , I want to ask that doctor..."

"No."

——Indifferent, without ups and downs.A rude interruption.

...because it doesn't go through the brain at all before it's exported.

However, the words have been exported, and it is hard to take back the water.

I regained my strength, blinked at the stiff little girl, and said, "He's not in Konoha right now, and he probably won't be back in a short time." I reached out and tapped the letter paper beside me, "Look, I am writing to him right now...I still use the ancient style, my parents told me that it would be more ceremonial, but I struggled to write it myself...I don't know if he can receive it."

Fortunately, Shuoyue's attention is easily diverted. Even after going through the war, the essence of a child is still a child.

She was amazed at the few manuscripts (which she couldn't understand) that I had searched and written, and the admiration that almost burst out of her eyes made me so embarrassed that I could hardly hold back the smile on my face.It is precisely because of this that when she finally left my ward to continue her shift and study, my smile collapsed the second she stepped out.

Talking to people will not alleviate the current situation.

I lightly draw a cross in my heart.Other items that were also marked with crosses include "quiet alone", "brainstorming" and other weird entries. In short, everything is to find a way to make me not feel so uncomfortable anymore, but I find No, so only the fork is getting more and more, but the problem itself has no progress.

No progress.

I lower my eyes.Shuoyue folded my letter manuscripts neatly and put them in my hand now.She said that she couldn't read the ancient style, but since the senior wrote so seriously, then the senior doctor and ninja must be your very important companion - even if you are separated by thousands of miles, the sincere feelings that last forever are pinned on these thin sheets of letter paper Even if you hold it in your hand, it will feel heavy, and you can't help but worry about whether you will accidentally break this heavy heart.When she said this, she was tidying up the rough letter paper bit by bit, as if what she was holding was not light and fluffy paper, but some rare treasure.

But only I know that the letter wasn't even finished - and I don't know if it ever will be.

How can such a long distance be crossed?The gap that separates Yin and Yang, the boundary that separates merchants and merchants, from the island on the other side to the land on the other side... What lies between them is more than an impenetrable abyss.

How can the living express their sorrow for the dead?

How can the living express their sorrow for the dead?

How can the living express their sorrow for the dead?

A dark starry sky?A river that looks so dark at night?Candles rising into the sky?The whispers in front of the stele?A patch of soil under the roots of a tree?An illusory dream?Parallel universes in the quantum realm?Light?fire?

How can the living express their sorrow for the dead?

Can the dead feel the thoughts of the living?Have you received letters from the living?Can I touch it?Can it be seen?Can you read it?

Is the transmission of the living wishful thinking?

Does the communication of the living... make sense?

I am very depressed.

Maybe the word "sad" doesn't mean sad in the first place, maybe its original meaning is more superficial, but broader, like... "time is hard".

Maybe sometimes sadness is not an emotion that is easily detected, so you feel inexplicable, dazed, and incomprehensible about your emotions-you will never really understand your own heart.But if one day you suddenly feel that time is becoming difficult and time becomes "sad", then there must be something wrong with you.

The problem is not me, but Haruma.

My life felt like it had been ripped out of me because of it, and it felt a little... hollow.

Quite strange.I think.

Obviously, the few of us haven't seen each other often because of the conflict of mission time since we were divided into teams.The proportion of our time with each other is getting smaller and shorter, and those time is gradually replaced by new team members, new juniors, new tasks, and new plans, and there is not much left. up.Our lives have already been basically independent. In this process, no one has done much, and there is not much left for each other—to be exact, there is only a little bit left.

Why would such a large hole be left after digging away such a small point?From my chest directly to my back, simple and rough, the cold wind swishes through my chest and comes and goes freely.

I don't know what to think, I don't know what to do.Obviously it doesn't matter how you put your hands and feet, but it's uncomfortable no matter how you put them.I feel noisy when I am alone, and feel lonely when I am talking.I feel tired when I open my eyes, and feel sleepy when I close my eyes.It feels cold when the quilt is lifted, and hot when the quilt is covered.

Whatever you do is right, and whatever you do is wrong.

The few bloody cuts on Chunma's face are lingering in front of my eyes, and the face of the junior in his team who admires and admires him... I haven't gone to him yet and told him that I failed.

I don't understand.

I haven't experienced this feeling for a long, long time.

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"Thank you, miss, no...my injury is fine, and I don't need support. I'm here to inquire about the location of a wounded person...Eh? It's not Chunriqing, Miss Shuoyue has already told me, I Knowing that he and I are not in the same department, I won't make trouble for no reason."

Facing the doubtful gaze of the doctor in front of me, I waved my hands without changing my expression, and continued to explain: "I am looking for a boy with light brown hair and eyes... like medium green?"

It should be medium green, right?Or emerald green?I hummed a few times indefinitely, and then made the sound longer—it's a pity that no matter how long I made the sound, the color of the eyes was always blurred.The time I spend with him face to face is really terribly tense, 90.00% of the time he spends on my back, during which he is responsible for how good his captain is, and I am responsible for everything The brain agreed and ran away without looking back with his back on his back.

"There are too many wounded, we can't remember their faces," a doctor sighed, but turned around and took out a stack of files, "Name?"

"Uh... I don't know, but it shouldn't be a family ninja," I thought for a while, "I only know that the kid is also from Anbe. He didn't have a mask when he checked in, but he must still be wearing a uniform."

"Some of them can be ruled out, but there are quite a few people here in Anbu," Yiren frowned and flipped through the files, "Age?"

"Less than thirteen." This batch of juniors is not as old as I am for sure.

"There are a total of 17 wounded who meet the conditions, but your Anbu has an organization protection mechanism, and members' photos are not allowed to appear in the hospital's files, so I can't give you more help, and I can't spare any manpower now... like this Well, I'll write you the number of the ward, and if it's convenient, you can find it yourself." Doctor Ren tore off a piece of paper from the notebook, and wrote a few numbers, "Be careful too."

I thanked him and turned to leave without saying a word.Ever since the big battle at Mount Kikyo ended, the Konoha Hospital has been overcrowded, and the doctors and ninjas are so busy that they almost want to vacate the space. Even if Suoyue is just an intern doctor and ninja, it is enough to spare time to talk to me It's a sneak in.

What's more... I still have to think about how to say it.

……

But what can I say?

That is also a human being—no matter how stable the medical forbearance is, it is also a human being, and if it is a human being, there will be obstacles that it cannot survive, and if it does not survive, it will not survive.

And death is death, sickness is sickness, there is nothing in common between the two. Compared with the latter, the former does not even have room for struggle.If there is no room for struggle, naturally there is no room for racing against time and hard work, so... there is no sense of resentment or hatred.

Nothing to say, really nothing to say.

There is nothing to say, nothing to tell.

Everything... let it be.

I looked up again to confirm the ward number - this was the last ward on the paper.There was no one I was looking for in the other wards I walked through just now, so he could only be in this one.

Folding the note in half and putting it in my pocket, I slowly turned the doorknob in order to open the door with the least amount of noise.

Unlike the corridor, which was a bit dark at this time due to the problem of orientation, the light in the ward was just right, and the half-opened windows allowed the gentle breeze to flow smoothly.The soft sound of the curtains being flicked did not disturb the steady breathing of the sleeping wounded, but the swaying sunlight refracted on a glass vase placed by the bedside, and finally sprinkled the fine spots of light all over the place. desktop.

Everything seemed to be filled with a touch of warmth.

...But I felt that the temperature of my whole body seemed to drop to freezing point at this moment.

Six beds, six children.

— except the one I was looking for was not there.

Is he not here?But the medical ninjas have clearly said—I have confirmed it several times—but all the ninjas who are still alive after being rescued from the Kikyo Mountain battlefield should stay here—besides, this is the return from the Kikyo Mountain battlefield On the third day, no matter how quickly he gets better, he won't be able to be discharged from the hospital, right?This... shouldn't be?This is not in line with common sense!

Where did others go?Did I misremember his characteristics and cause me to exclude the wrong interval?Is he older than me...?But no matter how you think about it, it’s not right!

Is he not in this area?Where can it be if it is not in surgery?The wounded who came down from the Kikyo Mountain battlefield would only be traumatized like me and poisoned like Ao... Wait, poisoned?

Chun Ma was also poisoned.

I suppressed the irritability and uneasiness that suddenly emerged in my heart. I closed the door of the ward lightly, but I was too lazy to worry about it. I used the teleportation technique to transfer to the internal medicine area. The operation of the set is easy to handle.

No this one, no this one, no, no... why the hell is it still not there!

I wanted to stomp my foot in the hallway and yell in the hallway - but the knife across my calf split my whole muscle in two and I nearly stood up in pain from my own death Can't stand--damn it!I just want to stomp my feet!Have you even lost the ability to vent?Even when I opened my mouth, I could only let out a few shortness of breath—what can I do?I ran all over the hospital and couldn't find a single hair. As a result, I have trouble moving now... I'm also desperate, okay?What can I do?

Some kind of huge and complicated emotion hit me at an unknown moment, and just a single meeting destroyed all the strength that had supported me to stand here since I was admitted to the hospital.I just sat in a corner, and not only felt my nasal cavity was so sore, but I almost couldn't control my face to let tears flow from my warm eyes—but what's the use of crying?If tears were useful, I would have cried all over Nanhechuan long ago.

Sand ninja’s siege targets, the defensive battle that no one except the Haruma team could intervene, the peerless puppet poison master, the order of personnel retreat, the nagging chatter on my back...all the clues have never been shown. It was so obvious.

I feel a little cold.

Him.

It must have been left behind on that silent battlefield.

……

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There is a young man, the journey should be the same as that of the king...May the king be kind and know and act.

No year and month.Good luck.

Yasakashi Terukawa