[Naruto] I, the winner in life, am forced to destroy the world

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Smiling too playfully

Gradually contaminated and immersed in the inseparable

Delayed charm poison

1

I feel like my disciple has become some kind of clingy goblin.

Although he is alive but unwilling to return to the village, he is not even willing to tell his teachers and companions that he is still alive, but he always follows me like a Stork. Although it is true that Obito has very useful space-time abilities, I often feel Seeing his gaze, especially after Kakashi entered the ANBU, he became even more unscrupulous.

The gaze was like substance, thick and deep, with scorching heat.

Even when I woke up in the morning, I could feel another breath from the still warm quilt. It was very faint, but it made me imagine how my disciples curled up around me, trying their best to reduce the sense of presence, and greedily. Smell your own breath one by one

I covered my face in pain and thought, Sure enough, education failed somewhere, right?

2

I strolled to the bookstore.

The boss greeted me warmly: "Hasumi-san, what do you want today?"

"One of the magazines I usually order has arrived."

I pondered and said, "Boss, do you have any civil laws here?"

The boss looked confused.

"Yeah, or other legal books, parenting manuals, etc. are fine."

"How old are your children?" the boss asked.

I sighed, "We're in the difficult years of adolescence."

"If you want to teach adolescent children, there are books like this. How about this one? Hokage-sama bought one a while ago." The boss said with a chuckle.

I thought with an expressionless face, is there really no law in this chaotic world? Obviously even the magic world has rules and regulations.

Fake Country: Konoha Village

The real country: the world of magic

I sighed silently. In this case, it's no wonder that Obito would behave like an outlaw.

It turns out that it is simply uncontrollable.

"Ah, let's pack it together later."

When I took the packed books, I suddenly wanted to ask: "By the way, is it the third generation or the fourth generation?"

"There are all of them."

I stared at the cover thoughtfully and murmured: "Is it really so effective?"

3

Hatake House.

I was flipping through the "Parent Survival Manual on How to Understand Adolescent Teenagers".

Suddenly I felt a cold touch on the back of my neck.

I looked down and saw a pair of hands hugging me from behind. Kakashi was obviously a few shades paler than these hands.

Obito buried his face in the crook of my neck like a cat, his mask was cold, and even the ends of his hair were slightly moist.

Have you just come from the Land of Rain?

"Obito." I patted his arm helplessly, "Just let me know when you're here."

If it were any ninja, you would have seen blood today.

"Don't call me that name." "Madara"'s deep voice came, "I am Uchiha Madara now."

""I really can't say Madara's name to Obito, "I treat you as a disciple, but you want to be my father?"

He seemed to be choking and coughed for a while.

Obito rested his head on my shoulder, and his voice came muffled through the mask: "Teacher."

"What's wrong?" I glanced at the instructions in the book and asked him softly.

His hand tightened, "Teacher, you really prefer Kakashi."

I:? ? ?

Silly boy, take a look at the book in my hand and tell me again.

"That loser Kakashi," Obito said coldly, "He can't even use a Chidori now."

I frowned: "A move stained with the blood of your companions will probably have a psychological impact on everyone."

I know very well Kakashi's guilt for Lin.

That kept him awake at night and made his heart feel like a knife.

Obito stopped talking.

I comforted him: "Don't worry, Kakashi is a stronger child than his father, and he will come out."

"Do you rely on this book?" Obito glanced at the book in my hand through the only hole in the tiger-striped mask, and there was no emotion or anger in his voice.

But at this time I also realized, is this the book you have been targeting just now? !

I turned around and slapped the book on his head: "Kakashi relies on time, and you are the one who needs this book."

I couldn't see his expression under the mask, but I could see a flash of touch in his exposed right eye, "Me?"

"Yeah, I'm wondering if there's something wrong with my education."

Obito's hand suddenly exerted force.

I sighed quietly: "Why did you become a pervert, Obito?"

Obito's strength was relieved in an instant, and he said blankly: "What?"

I quickly took off his mask while he was stunned.

Do you always feel that Obito's merit has increased after putting on the mask?

I threw the mask aside casually, held his chin, and looked at his face carefully. Only then did I realize that his face was haggard under the mask, and his eyes were green: "Have you not been sleeping well recently?"

"I" Obito seemed to have returned to the past for a moment, and he looked at me at a loss.

I stared at him persistently.

"Whenever I close my eyes, I dream about Lin."

"Yeah." I understand, Lin's death is definitely a nightmare for both of you.

"The teacher's side is the only place where I can feel at ease."

"So if you're not careful," Obito said with a guilty conscience. His eyes drifted away, not daring to look at me.

I reached out and pulled him into my arms, patting the back of his head: "If you miss me, come see me."

"Ah." He said hoarsely.

""

I added, "It's okay if you want to sleep together."

Stop cowering in the corner. The teenagers who are still in their growth stage are balled up and curled up like cats. I feel pitiful when I look at them.

"Okay." Obito's ears turned red.