[Hokage] Terukawa

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"...the technique of cuttings... child, this is what you finally came to, isn't it?"

"Yes, my lord Three Generations, the range of guesses is actually very small. Judging from the function description alone, it is really difficult to find a ninjutsu that is more in line with my memory than the cutting technique."

"...Are you sure that the material of those 'pile' is really wood?"

"Water, fire, wind and thunder should be ruled out first, followed by earth rowing. Earth Dungeon is not incapable of producing such an effect, but such a large-scale Earth Dungeon ninjutsu will inevitably cause a certain degree of ground subsidence. When I observe it afterwards, I don't feel inclined. Integration As a clue, only wood is the most reasonable."

"..."

"...Three generations of adults? Do you need me to do further confirmation?"

"No, no need, this is enough, it is enough. Thank you for your hard work, child."

"How could it be, Master Sandai, this is what I should do, not to mention that those ninjutsu scrolls have also benefited me a lot, I should thank you."

"Hahahaha, good boy, don't look outside. I am old, and my wish is much simpler. If I can make things easier for the latecomers before leaving this position, I will be satisfied. If you can understand, it is naturally the best. of."

"...Your good intentions will not be in vain."

"I hope so. By the way, the signature on the report is Black Fox. Is this the new code name you chose?"

"Exactly, well, I've always had a thing for fluffy animals."

"The little fluffy animals are indeed very cute. This is a good thing. Well, Black Fox is a new code name and a new beginning. In this case... Come on, kid, show this to the guy in Anbu Well, although there is nothing wrong with it, it is best not to go to see it in advance.”

……

It seems that the road ahead of the water gate has some eyebrows.The third Hokage has its own judgment and choice for the upcoming successor, and at the same time is cultivating resources and teams for it - I am one of them - although I don't like to be treated like this, but if the target is Minato, um... ...that's not bad either.

What's more, I also got the opportunity to browse most of Konoha's non-forbidden ninjutsu scrolls. Although there are not many useful things, the development ideas written by the developers are also treasures.

The gift is enough, but my contribution is obviously not worthy of such remuneration.Under this series of seemingly simple and ordinary tasks, I also saw something more profound.

It's just that I chose to remain silent.

I put the encrypted scroll I received into my pocket neatly, then bowed and saluted, and turned and left Hokage's office under the smiling eyes of the third Hokage.

The matter of the cutting technique... The third Hokage is so knowledgeable in ninjutsu that he has the title of "Ninjutsu Doctor". He must know the unknown stake ninjutsu I described.

Considering that Kakashi once told me with great certainty that "Mu Dun is the blood successor of the first generation of Naruto Senjujurama", I can easily speculate that there is a problem in it-what is the ninjutsu of the first generation of Naruto who is no longer alive? Will it reappear in the world?

——This can only show that someone in Konoha was guarding himself and stealing, and privately used the remains of the first generation of Hokage to conduct some experiments that should not be carried out.

This is obviously not something that the third Hokage would like to see, but I have put the facts in front of his eyes—he will have to conduct a thorough investigation of the high-level people inside Konoha who have access to the remains of the first Hokage. Unsurprisingly, It is likely to be a rather turbulent time ahead.

On the contrary, I, who performed the task of discerning ninjutsu, and finally put this fact before the eyes of the third generation, will inevitably attract the attention and target of some people-this is by no means a good thing, and it can even be said to be quite Dangerous, if the Three Hokages want to protect me in such a situation, they need to give me a security that is enough to deter "that part of the people".

therefore……

I tightened my grip on the scroll in my pocket fingers.

This scroll must be the thing that is enough to protect me.

With a fast-moving mind, I have traveled all the way, and successfully presented the scroll respectfully to the third-generation "that guy from Anbe"—that is, my immediate boss, the Minister of Anbe, who I had a few years ago I met him once when I joined Anbu at Sandai's suggestion, but this is only the second time.

The minister's appearance didn't change too much, only a little silver was mixed in his hair. Although his face was covered with fine scars, none of them hurt the vitals, and he only looked a little ferocious when he laughed.He has been out of missions for a long time, and Anbu's iconic mask has naturally become dispensable-of course, exposing his appearance in Anbu where everyone is covered, this behavior itself is a weird deterrent full of departmental culture.

After taking the scroll, the minister didn't delay, glanced at the logo on the scroll's girdle, and shook it away in front of me.He squinted his eyes and scanned the content on the scroll, looking down at the words for a while and looking up at me.I stood quietly on the spot, silently accepting his scrutiny—no, this is actually a scrutiny.I know this all too well.

This kind of review lasted for about a few minutes, and when I involuntarily started to let go of my thoughts, the minister finally let out a soft hum of satisfaction.

"That's right," he put a seal in his hand on the scroll, and greeted me with a smile on his face, "Black fox boy, you have read this document-you have been promoted, and from now on you are Anbu's ever-present The youngest captain rank, worthy of congratulations, worthy of congratulations."

Sure enough.

I took a step forward and steadily took the scroll from the minister's hand again, with a calm attitude, without any surprise or joy in my gestures, and I only briefly scanned the scroll before raising my head again, and asked tentatively: " Then the gap between me and the other captains..."

"Gap? What is the gap? There is no gap! It's not sudden at all!"

The minister was still smiling.

"The record you have accumulated is not far behind the captain rank, and you have made a lot of achievements in the battles a few days ago. The promotion is just a logical result."

"Besides."

"You changed your code name. Those who should know already know about it, and those who shouldn't... We have already done what we can, and the rest depends on your own good luck. You don't need to worry about the position. There are too many, I know all the people in Anbu, even if you have to pile up enough records to apply for promotion, you will still be the youngest captain. Don’t tell me you don’t plan to apply for promotion.”

"So it's just a year and a half earlier than planned. As one of Anbu's most prominent new generations... I still have this adaptability, right? I still need to waste more words to introduce you to the captain." Job? Huh?"

I finally noticed that the minister's smile didn't change a bit when he said these words.His eyebrows and the corners of his mouth seemed to be fixed at a specific angle, trying his best to convey a sense of comfort—but this smile didn't play its due role.

It will only continue to stimulate the nerves of the person in front of him, causing an inexplicable but awe-inspiring chill to creep up his spine silently.

"No, thank you."

I held my breath and bowed my head again to salute him.

"Oh, that's good, that's good... I shouldn't have anything to do next, right? Ah, there is also the matter of your file. If you forget anything, you can't forget this."

The minister touched his chin with a smile on his face.

"Mingbug! Come out!"

In the next second, a blurry and gray human figure suddenly appeared beside me, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a definite shape.This person is not tall, and the cold gray Anbu uniform tightly wraps his body, only a pale arm with a sealing formation drawn on it is exposed - I know this one, this is an auxiliary sealing formation that only senior members of Anbu have, They usually seal a few durable weapons inside. When fighting, they only need to use Chakra to turn around the position of the sealing formation, and the weapons in the formation will directly appear in the hands of the user.

As soon as Yingsuke appeared, he knelt down on one knee in silence, and I couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman.

I tensed silently.

"Song Bug will take you to the archives of the department. You can pack up the relics of the coyote yourself, and then find a place for the black fox. Song Bug will help you."

The minister relaxed his body, he let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"Go, go, don't waste time with me. Ming Chong, you've been working by my side for a long time, so you shouldn't lose your way, right?"

……

Anbu's archive room was built underground.This is my first time here - and if I can, I hope it will be my last.

There is no other reason, it's just that everything here doesn't feel very good to me.

Whether it is the layout here, the placement here, or the people here.

Between the vertical metal bookshelves, a large number of boxes and files are neatly stacked, and the arrangement is complicated like a maze. Looking around, there is no way out, the lights are dim, and the air is dull.

Under these circumstances, Song Bug and I stood in front of a box with the name "Coyote."Naruto remained silent, but he was holding a record scroll that was almost half the height of a person in his hand. I stared coldly at the eye holes on Naruto's mask, feeling that this scene was absurd and ridiculous enough.

After confronting each other for a long time, I suddenly lifted my lips and smiled, as if teasing with ease: "Thank you, Senior Ming Chong, for being so considerate of the younger generation. The minister just mentioned the word 'help' casually, and the senior did it for me directly. I don't know how to return it." Do I need to do something else?"

"The ones in my hand, no. The others in the box, whatever."

Ming Chong finally replied, the reply was simple and indifferent.I still can't tell the man's gender, but it doesn't matter, I don't care.

All I really care about are the scrolls he holds in his hands.I watched him take the scrolls out of Coyote's box one by one and hold them in his arms, refusing to tell me what they were.

It turns out that this is the so-called "help", and this is the first time I have heard someone say offense in such a high-sounding way.

"Is there something weird about my file?" I smiled and narrowed my eyes slightly. "I thought that for me, there were no secrets in this box."

"You have no right to check your foundation." Ming Chong said indifferently and flatly, answering irrelevant questions, "What you know may not be true."

my roots?What is the foundation?Anything can be the foundation, there is no difference between saying this and not saying it.

At this point, the words can't go on.

I don't like to do meaningless things. Since he is the confidant of Minister Anbu, this must be the order of the minister. I can't do anything to him anyway, and it's just a waste of time to continue.It doesn't matter if he doesn't allow it now, one day I will leave here, and then I will no longer have any scruples.

In all fairness, this kind of behavior of Song Bug has little effect on me, and the future is unknown, at least it will not affect me at the moment.It’s just that this kind of cover-up and concealment, but the arrogance of this so-called “help” in front of my eyes irritated me-this is like telling me: Look, everything about you is here. No matter what, you can only watch helplessly.

"There is no secret, and there is no need." Ming Chong's voice sounded again, "You should have awakened earlier, just like everyone else."

"Then why did you pick them out?" I asked patiently.

"Part of it, the black fox box. Part of it, take it away."

"What will the black fox inherit? And what will you take away?"

"You don't need to know."

"Even if these are my materials?"

"You don't need to know."

Gee.

As you can see - I did wake up a long time ago, but that doesn't mean I'm indifferent to such inexplicable and direct... demonstrations.

Knowing it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.

...Why are you protesting against me?

I suppressed the momentary alertness and resistance, and turned to flip through the remaining scrolls in the "Coyote" box.Tasks, tasks, tasks...all are tasks, so after so many years, have I done so many tasks?I have no idea of ​​such a huge number accumulated over time... In fact, maybe this is a good thing.

I curled my lips mockingly, absently trying to numb myself.

If I clearly remember every quest I have done, and find the corresponding quest scrolls one by one in this box... then what is that pile in Song Chong's arms?

I'm not naive enough to think that Konoha will let go of my questionable background, but I also don't think my questionable background is worth using the one in Naruto's arms. The big scrolls go to the big books.

……

This, in the mission of suppressing the outskirts of the city, the owl in the team was killed in battle.

This, the task of escorting the family members of the city lord, the red dog, white rabbit, and gray cat in the team were killed in battle, with them.

This, the spy escort mission of the Land of Rain, the butterflies and sparrows in the team were killed in battle, with them.

This, an urgent information transmission task...

This, an emergency support mission on the battlefield...

……

This, the support mission of the Kikyo Mountain campaign, Haruma Tatsuyakawa and his unknown descendants of Anbu were killed in battle, and brought with them.

The air quality in Anbu's anti-human bullshit archive room is really bad.

My hands rested loosely on the outer edge of the box, and for a moment I only felt that the current moment was more difficult than the ocean of ninjutsu scrolls of the previous days.

With a long sigh, I just remembered that it is normal to not find the first scroll handed in for the mission of Tang Dynasty - the third generation attaches great importance to the feedback of that mission, then this important scroll is either already in the song song In my arms, or lying on the desk of the third Hokage together with the second scroll I handed in.

So... that's it?

...Let's take another look.

I put my finger into the bottom of the box symbolically, and was about to pull out another scroll at random to look through it, but unexpectedly the scroll in the deepest part was stuck a little tight, I hooked my fingers subconsciously, and was about to get a little more Qiaojin... A cold and smooth touch suddenly passed over my fingertips.

Fuck!what!

I was so shocked that I was shocked.

Ming Chong was keenly aware of something: "Why?"

In this short period of time, the cold and smooth existence has wrapped around my fingers extremely quickly, and even penetrated into my sleeve... It seems to be long and thin, it must be a living thing ...Wait, this looks like a little snake?

Why is there a snake in Anbu's archives? !

In the blink of an eye, a figure that I had been wary of all this time suddenly flashed into my mind.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I followed my intuition and said in a complaining tone: "When I touched a raised piece, I thought it was some nasty bug."

After I finished speaking, I took out my hand as if nothing had happened, turned around and smiled at Song Chong and said, "There is nothing left to choose. Let's go, Senior Song Chong, to find the box of 'Black Fox'."

Everything after that was lackluster.

I put the last scroll into the "Black Fox" box. The height of the scroll in the brand new "Black Fox" box is a lot shorter than that in the original "Coyote" box, and it looks a little empty, but this The empty new box is obviously not enough to arouse my emotion-the records that are meaningful to me are all here, as for the short ones... If they are gone, they will be gone.

"Senior Song Bug, what will happen to the scrolls left in the box?"

"Destroy, clear the location."

"okay."

I am indifferent.

……

Leaving the Anbu Archives, I went to say goodbye to the Anbu Minister who was suspected of suffering from facial muscle stiffness.Ming Chong's "help" made me feel bad for him, but he is my immediate boss after all, and I still have to do my best to save face.

I bowed to the minister who was not smiling, he nodded slightly to signal me to go, but stopped me abruptly when I was about to step out of the room, and said a long paragraph, his speech style The change is huge, and compared with the previous one, it can almost be called a different person.

"Black fox boy, from now on, you will also occupy a place in the Anbu, and you must not die easily, but you still have to keep in mind that you must always be cautious in your words and deeds, and you must not be arrogant. Your life experience is unforgettable, Great military exploits can dilute the mark on your body, but it is far from enough to eliminate it, so the sight of you staring at you has never diminished over the years. Even though the owner of the sight is afraid of seeing the light, why not you and me? Although you are aggrieved, you are cautious. It is also the principle that can help people live.”?

After speaking this long and polite speech, the minister sat behind the table and was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, he changed back to his previous outrageous appearance.

He smiled and looked at me who was staring at him thoughtfully: "Our newly promoted captain of the black fox seems to like listening to my big truths?"

——The answer to reading comprehension can be easily obtained——roll.

So I quickly left.

However, the reason why I stayed and watched him was definitely not because I liked to listen to his great truths, but because his attitude was really weird.

Anbu has a strict hierarchy and is insurmountable, so Song Chong's special "help" is absolutely inseparable from his instruction... But just after the front foot demonstrated to me inexplicably, the back foot showed me inexplicably nice to me...Is he out of his mind? What's wrong?

Just don't involve me.

Cursing to myself, I walked out of Anbu's gate and turned a corner until I came to a slightly secluded corner of the street.

With a little effort to shake my arm, I easily threw the little thing wrapped around my forearm to the ground.

It really was a little white snake.

... Just by looking at this familiar color scheme, you can tell who made it.

Orochimaru.

I heard that Orochimaru has the intention to run for the Fourth Hokage, so has he reached out to Anbu?How did he do that?

No... I shouldn't be surprised.This is what he wants to see.

Protests, protests again.

I looked at it with slightly cold eyes.

Orochimaru's invitation has been delivered before my eyes, and I don't want to wade into any muddy water, but the situation in front of me cannot allow me not to face it.

So I thought for a moment, then picked up the little white snake and stuffed it into my pocket.

Let's go and meet him.