【General Host Naruto】Mabuchi

The autumn wind gradually picked up, and a ripe leaf swayed and fell. I blinked my eyelashes and saw the puffy white face directly above me, with broken hair dancing in the wind.

"Zhenyuan, you are hiding in the tree and being lazy again."

The speaker was the six-year-old Izuna, with dissatisfaction in her dark eyes, "I promised to teach you a new shuriken move, but it took me a long time to find it and I had to climb a tree... You have to make it up to me!"

I came to the conclusion easily, but is there such a thing?

I rubbed my forehead with a headache.

From the first time I opened my eyes, I realized that I had lost a lot of memories. Although I was lucky enough to be picked up from the battlefield by Tajima, the leader of the Uchiha clan, and was confirmed to be a branch bloodline by many clan elders, I still feel that this world is not my 'home'.

Therefore, I often look at everything with a strange perception, and memory causes brain confusion... This time, I agreed to Senna by chance.

"Mo~ I forgot about it as soon as I saw it." The little boy pinched my nose angrily, "Father clearly said that we will be family after that. Why can't you remember our words now?"

In Quan Nai's short life, he had a father who was strong and dignified externally but tolerant and kind internally, an elder brother who loved and cared for him wholeheartedly, and kind family elders. Even though he has lost his mother and several brothers, the deep love of blood still surrounds his growth.

Only this sister, only this sister who was picked up in the rain one day a year ago, with dim eyes and a heart filled with despair, has no concept of that kind of bond.

Uchiha valued his family, but he didn't understand, and he felt aggrieved. He wanted to reach out and grab her, like a butterfly flapping its wings and rising and falling with the wind.

It seems that this time is also a serious development.

I stretched out my hand to lift Quan Nai up, and the boy let out a very natural call in surprise, "Uh-huh, Nai-san."

I jumped from the broad branches of the tree, held him tightly in my arms, and faced the earth in the air:

landing.

Quan Nai's eyes suddenly widened. He didn't seem to expect that the other party was still in the mood to tease him at this time. His little face tensed up, but he still didn't close his eyes in instinctive reaction.

The gaps between the trees allow the light to drift down randomly, and the sense of loss makes the mind and body fly to strange places.

Boom, boom, boom, I heard the boy's heartbeat beating more and more intensely. Falling from a tree about seven or eight meters high, the air flow brought up a small gust of wind. When my footsteps touched the solid ground, I smiled softly and said, "Quenna, please forgive me. I am a stupid sister."

"Everything else will be forgotten, but I will never forget if I protect you."

After landing, Quan Na's face turned red. He said "Ah, ah, stupid sister!" and ran away.

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"Zhenyuan."

"Sister Zhenyuan."

"Xiao Zhenyuan."

"Zhenyuan~"

Along the way, voices calling names came from time to time. Most of the Uchiha people with black hair and black eyes had smiles on their faces and waved or greeted me in a friendly and tolerant manner. Occasionally, someone would give me a picked flower.

To be honest, I don't quite understand their feelings. It was so strong, generous and viscous that it left me in a state of overwhelm for a long time.

What was handed to me today was a daisy, with only a few spots left in the depression on the slope of the back mountain. The generous hands holding it showed traces of weapon training, and the same weather-beaten face was full of smiles. He said carefully, "Zhenyuan, thank you for saving Ah Lan on the battlefield."

I shook my head, "It's not my fault, it's my brother's arrangement."

Uchiha Madara, the young patriarch of the clan by everyone, is Izuna’s elder brother, Tajima’s third son, and my nominal elder brother. After joining the clan leader's family, Madara, who was very much like an elder brother, took good care of me for a period of time. He is currently returning from a mission in the Land of Wind.

"We will give the young patriarch a separate thank you." The elder smiled, "Alan told me that if you hadn't blocked the knife for him in the end, Zhenyuan, he would not have come back alive."

"So...", he bowed deeply, "Thank you very much!"

This passage reminds me of the battlefield not long ago. A-Lan is older than me, but she has a touch of softness in her arms when she starts. This little thing almost cost him his life, but I took my life instead.

Life is something that is easily ignored in this war-torn era. However, when it falls on a family, it becomes heavier than a mountain.

"This is what I should do."

I looked at the daisy. It is delicate and weak, blooming inconspicuously on the ground, just like the child named Lan in front of them... In the future, they must all know the general appearance.

Suddenly, my interest waned, because of this strange world. I think what they should be grateful for is not an "I" but the power I have.

Only when they reach a certain height that is enough to cause a historical torrent can their gratitude be called true gratitude.

"I am Lord Tajima's child, and I should protect you."

Finally, I kissed the daisy, smiled at him, and said, "Thank you."

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"came back."

"The work done to appease the clan members today was also very good."

Tajima, who was sitting in a slightly higher position, raised his pen to deal with matters and said to me as I walked in without raising my head.

"The impact of this recent little struggle has been minimized," I sat down and took out the scroll on the low table in a familiar manner and thought, "They didn't react badly..."

Maybe it's talent, if I think about it, instinct can easily guide them when facing all kinds of different people (tribes). This post-war settlement was no exception. In addition, the losses were not large and the atmosphere within the clan was maintained harmoniously after the employment fees were obtained.

"But they're still new to you, right?"

Tajima put down his pen. The loose clothes he wore without going to the battlefield made him feel relaxed. There was a smile in his eyes, "Mabuchi, do you think I am a strange father?"

I am silent.

In the silence, Tajima came over and patted his head gently with his big hand: "An Xin, I didn't ask you for anything."

The next period of time was full of gentle tipsiness. Tajima continued to deal with family affairs, and I quietly looked at the scroll.

Speaking of which, one of the important evidences that made me guess that I am not from this world is the identity of Uchiha.

There are many countries in this world that have no sense of familiarity and are easily named based on their domestic environment. The country was ruled by daimyo who loved fighting and fought endlessly all year round. A special race of people called ninjas use the ability of "chakra" to be hired by daimyo and nobles. They fight with each other driven by profit, and they have no corresponding status for mastering force.

Strange myths and legends record the origin of ninjas, and strange words represent that their culture has reached at least a certain level. Undoubtedly, even if I lose my memory, I will instinctively doubt this:

These are all unreasonable. The birth of a country stems from many factors, such as unified institutions, writing, and human communities (cities). Historical development will gradually improve them. Ninjas and the subsequent ninja clan seem to be something suddenly inserted in the passage of time, replacing the country's military functions and part of its management methods, and deeply reflecting the original trajectory.

They created a bloody history for a long time, and it is still going on... Moreover, Uchiha is one of the most powerful ninja families in the Land of Fire, which has the most advantageous conditions.

"Phew, it seems that Madara is coming back soon." The candlelight lit up slightly, and Tajima put away the scroll and gently turned his shoulders. Uchiha has the famous Blood Succession Sharingan. At night, experience will tell them that they should let their eyes rest.

I walked up and started massaging silently. It didn't take long before I heard the rare and majestic cry from the clan leader, and I had to lower my voice in pain, "Zhenyuan, can you be gentler?"

"No. Your tendons have been knitted together for a long time." Condensing chakra on my fingertips, I quickly and accurately aimed at several large congestion points. "You don't follow the usual arrangements of medical ninja. It can help my daughter fulfill her filial piety."

"hiss--"

Tajima let out a long cry of pain at the last click. At that moment, a low-pitched "I'm sorry" from the young boy was heard outside the door.

On this day, Uchiha Madara, who came back after a long journey, saw his father's strange expression, which he had never seen before, covering his face in a ferocious manner. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly wanted to exit the room and open the door again.

……

After an awkward silence, Madara sat in his usual position as if nothing had happened. Knowing that her brother was back, Quan Na couldn't wait to throw herself into his arms and share what happened after he left:

"I learned the sword skills from my father." Quan Nai counted, "Then the first move of the family's fire escape..."

"Aunt Keiko helped cut the winter clothes. She said that Nissan's figure changes too fast and she will make them bigger this time."

"The neighbor's Kazumi family was attacked by the hostile Senju while completing a mission..."

Quan Nai suddenly stopped here. He secretly looked at the girl behind Tajima. The girl's delicate face maintained a calm attitude, and her single magatama eyes were carefully watching the flow of chakra in Tajima's body.

This very selfish approach of using eye opening as an auxiliary means of physical examination can only be done by her.

Izuna, slowly, slowly pressed herself against Madara's skirt, and said in a low voice, "Sister Mabuchi saved them."

I haven’t seen such a cute little brother for a long time.

Madara gently touched Quan Na's back and asked, "Is Quan Na unhappy?"

"Of course not." Quan Nai immediately retorted, "It's just..."

"only"

"Ah, Nathan is always like this!" Quan Nai broke away from her brother's arms and complained: "Obviously I am her brother, why can't you play with me occasionally!"

"Just a little time is enough, but she is either dealing with things or getting along with other tribesmen. She has time to squeeze her father's shoulders, but she doesn't even give me a little time, and she doesn't have the things she promised..."

As Quan Nai spoke, she pursed her lips in grievance, and her pure black and moist eyes stubbornly refused to look in the direction of the girl.

Madara smiled, picked up Izuna with both hands and touched her nose, "It turns out I'm jealous of my sister. Then can I play with you, brother?"

"Nissan is also very good..." Quan Nai said, his eyes drifting, "Well, well..."

"I understand." Madara kissed his brother's forehead and turned to ask Tajima, "Father, can you lend us the True Abyss for a while?"

Tajima watched the interaction between the two brothers with a smile, and asked me happily, "What do you think, Mabuchi?"

What a cunning adult.

I sighed. If Tajima is the kind of parent who directly gives orders to his children, I can naturally have countless countermeasures to refuse. It's a pity that he is regarded as a calm and balanced person who is very good at dealing with his children.

Especially someone like me who joined Uchiha later.

"can."

I said, and finally "kindly" poked open some hidden wound left in his body for many years. The thunder-attribute chakra instantly stimulated energy and opened up the big blockage formed by the collusion of small blocks.

Tajima's smile was almost unbearable. But in front of his two sons who were looking over, he had to grit his teeth and steady his expression, saying calmly and steadily: "Zhenyuan, thank you."

I smiled, "You're welcome."

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"My father's appearance is so rare." After leaving the living room, Izuna held Madara in one hand and me in the other, walking slowly in the corridor.

With the child's warm little hand in my palm, my heart softened and I tightened it unconsciously.

Realizing this, Madara and Izuna turned their heads at the same time. I have to say that their brothers look very similar. They are two black-haired dumplings, one big and one small, with the same expression.

"Nathan"

"True Abyss"

"It's my fault today." I knelt down to look at Quan Nai and said seriously, "We must keep our promise. I broke my promise. How does Quan Nai want to make up for it?"

Madara was a little surprised. He knew that the girl named "Zhen Yuan" lost a lot of memory after her parents died. Probably due to the eye-opening shock on the battlefield, her emotions have become distant and indifferent, and she often has a tendency to protect herself.

The reason why Tajima adopted her was firstly because of her talent that opened her eyes at the age of eight, and secondly because he really didn't want her to die unconsciously on the battlefield and wanted to teach her well.

and also.

He touched his eyes. He was older than her, and he hadn't opened his eyes yet. As the son of the patriarch, Tajima has to consider all possible external risks to him.

"In that case, I want to watch Nathan and Nissan fight."

Izuna said enthusiastically. Despite his young age, he already has a cunning style of thinking. For example, here he puts his sister in front for emphasis.

"spot"

I asked.

Spot nodded, "Let's go to the training ground together tomorrow morning. Just in time for Izuna to study next to him, he will go to the battlefield soon."

He spoke of the subject in a rather calm tone. A person who has witnessed too many deaths has long been prepared. He will prepare everything for his brother, protect him, and love him until the moment the dust settles in the future.

Moreover.

He glanced at the girl next to him and thought: They are family members, and she will also protect Quan Na.

He has this confidence.