[Comprehensive Master Naruto] All the members lead the villains

The place where Souji Okita lives is not too far away. Natsugo Uesugi walked through this corridor and walked to his dormitory.

Without the task of going out on patrol, most of the teammates would go out in twos and threes, with a meager salary, to drink in pubs or to whet their appetites in restaurants.

This era is dark and turbulent, as if it is a world without any hope at all.The people at the bottom are poor and miserable, and the upper class are increasingly trying their best to exploit the bottom class to satisfy their material desires.

Although money is very difficult to earn, as a person who is lingering in death, as soon as he gets a salary, it is natural to spend it as quickly as possible, so as not to die before the money is spent. Wouldn't that be very painful? Injustice, I will probably have to think about the savings under the pillow in the underworld when I get to the underworld.

Okita Souji also likes to go out with his teammates, but today he stayed indoors.

When Natsugo Uesugi came to him with the prepared honey loquat ointment, he was sitting on the edge of the corridor basking in the sun and drying his freshly washed hair.

"Ah, Uesugi-san is here. Is there something wrong?"

"I'm here to give you honey and loquat ointment. You can mix it with water and drink it. It has the effect of moistening the lungs and relieving coughs."

"Thank you, I'm sorry for your worries, Sugi-san." Souji Okita couldn't help coughing as he said that.

"You must remember to dry your hair after washing, otherwise you will catch a cold and worsen the symptoms."

Okita Souji smiled and stood up, took a piece of cloth from the railing on the side, wiped his hair carefully and obediently, and spoke softly with a smile on his lips:

"If you think about it, I haven't drunk honey for a long time. Now, thanks to this illness, I have received a bottle of honey loquat paste made by Uesugi-san. This is probably the happiness of being sick. When I was sick in the past, my mother They would always bring me a small bag of Jinping Candy. Although it is a small bag, it can make me happy for a long time."

Thinking of the years long ago, his eyes became a little gentler and a little lonely.

In the past, it was a kind of happiness to have a minor illness and get time off and delicious food. But how can this illness be compared with the past, and where does the word happiness come from.

"Okita-san, why don't you want to resign for medical treatment?"

Regardless of whether it is a terminal illness or not, active treatment is the choice for most people.

In this era, although active treatment cannot completely cure terminal diseases, it can relatively prolong life, but now he allows himself to help hide it and refuses to get treatment.

Seeing Uesugi Natsugo asking this question, Okita Souji also put away some of his joking attitude, and his tone was serious and sincere.

"This is a terminal illness. It is the same everywhere, and it is the same whether it can be cured or not. I have very little time here. Use the little time I have now to do the things that are most meaningful to me. Only in this way can we live up to our time.”

Natsugo Uesugi sighed slightly, and followed his eyes to the cherry blossoms in full bloom.The cherry blossoms are blooming beautifully, like huge crimson clouds, beautiful and lonely.

Legend has it that the reason why cherry blossoms bloom so brilliantly is because they are irrigated by blood and absorb the nutrients of blood to grow and bloom.

Treat life as a cherry blossom blooming?In full bloom.

Even if you know you will die, you will continue to do it unswervingly. Even if you know you will die, you will stick to the bushido in your heart step by step.

Facing such Okita Souji, Uesugi Natsugo didn't know what to say for a while, and the words of comfort he had drafted in his heart instantly became weak.

Perhaps at this moment, fulfilling his Jade Sui psychology is what he really wants, and what is truly meaningful to him.

"Well, I really can't tell you. But you should also pay attention to rest and get enough sleep on weekdays." After saying that, Uesugi Natsugo helped him take his pulse and used acupuncture to assist him with chakra treatment.

However, even this treatment can only delay the onset of symptoms.

……

The days passed day by day. Under the seemingly dull surface, in fact, there was a hidden turmoil, and the current situation seemed to be becoming more and more turbulent.

In recent months, Kisame Kisaki could often see the white-haired Rakshasa holding a sword rushing into his house, shouting that he wanted to suck blood.

These guys look ferocious and seem immortal, but in fact, all their vitality has been burned in advance, and their temperament has changed beyond control.

Dealing with them is a piece of cake for Kisame Kisaki. Sometimes he doesn't even need to pull out his knife, he can just punch them directly to the heart and he can completely deal with them.

It's just that besides not liking being harassed by breaking in at night, I also can't stand the fact that these guys are actually members of the Shinsengumi.

This feeling is really bad!

There are white clouds in the sky, and when he is not on duty and relaxing, Inikisaki Kisame likes to sit at the door and watch his team members come in and out or hang out.

A notice board has recently been put up at the door to recruit more team members.

When a place is constantly recruiting new people, it also means that the turnover of people in this place is too fast and fresh blood is needed all the time.

This is not a good sign.

Kisame Mikigaki leaned against the door, looking at the face that looked happy that he had found a "stable job", and there was only sadness in his heart.

New players who join the team tend to exude great enthusiasm at the beginning, trying to integrate into the environment and establish a good relationship with their seniors.

When they see the dried persimmon Kisame, they will enthusiastically come up to him and say hello.

"Xiaolin-san, good morning."

Or, "Senior, good morning."

Of course, more often than not, this is the way to say hello.

"Hello, I'm Koji Aota from Osaka. I don't know what you call me, senior?"

Seeing the way he introduced himself to his family, Inikisaki Kisame wanted to say that there was no need to declare his family status, since he was going to die sooner or later anyway.Now that I know your name, it will be hard for me to kill you when you become a Rakshasa.

And your job is not iron at all, it is clearly made of paper, so there is no need to be so happy and energetic.

Even though he was thinking this, Inikigaki Kisame was still infected by his pure and innocent eyes, because that energetic posture made people feel as if they were becoming younger.

"My name is Kobayashi Yoshiki."

"Senior Xiaolin, good morning!" He was high-spirited and full of energy.

As you can imagine, within ten days, Kisame Inikasaki saw him on the street when he was on patrol, but at this moment he had white hair, scarlet eyes, and big fangs.

Holding a long knife in his hand, he slashed at him indiscriminately. In order to prevent his teammates from being injured, he could only kill them.This is the best way, and it is also the worst way.

This situation made him involuntarily think of the world of Naruto and his young ANBU career.