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

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Hasumi pulled out a flyer from her sleeve, "How about this?"

It was a flyer for a fireworks festival. The portraits, dazzling stalls and fireworks were very dazzling.

"It just so happens that we can set off tonight."

"Okay!" Yamato's eyes sparkled, and he nodded expectantly.

Hasumi chuckled: "It's rare to see you in such high spirits."

Having said that, Renshi was about to stand up when he suddenly made a move: "I almost forgot, there is a mask..."

He rummaged through his sleeves for a while, took out a face towel and covered most of his face. He tied a knot casually: "Okay, let's go!"

"Hasumi-san?" Yamato tilted his head and asked in confusion.

"Well, my face is very eye-catching, right? But I don't like drawing attention to my face. Besides, I just want to spend tonight with Yamato and don't want to be talked to." Hasumi pointed at her face and said helplessly. .

——It’s so foul to say that!

Yamato blushed and nodded.

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"First of all, let's go buy a yukata, right? For festivals and firework displays, you need to wear a yukata to have the atmosphere."

Hasumi said so, taking Yamato to a kimono shop.

"Welcome~" The clerk greeted her warmly, "Is there anything you need?"

"Please pick out a yukata for me and this child. We are going to attend the fireworks display tonight." Hasumi pressed Yamato's shoulders and pushed him in front of her.

"Fireworks festival?" The clerk's smile became even stronger, with a bit of good-natured teasing: "Then please let me recommend it to you."

The clerk looked at the two of them carefully and quickly delivered several yukata.

Hasumi glanced at the yukata and quickly picked out a moon-white yukata, elegantly embroidered with dark patterns of lotus flowers.

He couldn't help but be startled when he saw Yamato's yukata, but he quickly smiled and said, "How about it? Do you like anything?"

Yamato held a yukata with large Asahi flowers in bloom in his hands. He tilted his head and said, "This one."

Hasumi said, "Then I'll go change first. If I don't know how to wear a yukata, I'll ask the clerk."

The clerk nodded kindly to Yamato.

Hasumi turned around and entered the dressing room.

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"Hasumi-san, I can pay for my yukata myself."

"No! Because tonight is my hush money for you, so I have to pay it."

Hasumi's green eyes were filled with a smile. He poked Yamato's forehead, causing him to fall backwards. He turned to look at the clerk and said, "Excuse me."

"Okay, a total of six thousand taels!"

After paying the money, Hasumi looked at the sky and estimated that the fireworks festival had also started, so she took Yamato to the destination.

Along the way, Hasumi's eyes kept glancing at the morning flowers on Yamato's yukata, and seeing his confused look back, she couldn't help but feel guilty in her heart.

‘But it’s also fun, right? Let's do this for now. ’

Hasumi thought to himself, quickly suppressing the pang of conscience.

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"Yo! Sir, do you want to buy some headwear for your girlfriend?"

Yamato tugged at Hasumi's sleeves, saw him leaning in, and whispered in a breathy voice: "Is it because I have long hair? Is it a misunderstanding?"

"Well, probably so." Hasumi's eyes wandered, and she was glad that she was wearing a hijab so that Yamato couldn't see her questionable acting skills.

His eyes fell on the array of hairpins and headdresses on the stall, "But I think it might be unexpectedly suitable."

Hasumi didn't notice that Yamato suddenly blushed.

His eyes were wandering among the numerous accessories.

"Boss, do you have a light blue hairpin?" Hasumi asked.

"There are some, these are the ones. Do you want to try them on?"

Hasumi took a fancy to a finely crafted flower hairpin, with light blue flowers decorated with gradient water hooks and mini silver bells. It was very suitable for the blue morning flower yukata Yamato wore today.

"Hasumi-san?" Yamato raised his eyes and looked over. Hasumi brushed his brown hair that fell to his chest and asked with a smile, "Want to give it a try?"

Yamato took the hairpin and gestured, "How should I wear this?"

Hasumi was stunned and turned to look at the stall owner.

"Let's tie it up." The boss smiled and waved the cooling fan, pointing to a booklet on the stall: "Here, here is a simple tutorial."

Hearing this, Hasumi's eyes lit up, as if he saw Sato-san in the hair accessories stall owner. He opened the booklet with great interest: "Let me try it."

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Hasumi inserted her fingers into the boy's hair. The long brown hair was soft and soft, and Hasumi encountered little resistance.

‘Like a cat’s shiny, watery fur. ’

Lian Shi's thoughts drifted far away, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

After combing his hair, he simply pulled up his long hair according to the instructions in the manual, stretched out a hand to take the hairpin from Yamato, inserted it into position and fixed it.

Although the hair is a little loose, it is finished.

"Are you ready?" Yamato looked back slightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Hasumi's movements.

Hasumi asked him to turn around, put her face in front of him and lifted up a corner of the scarf, revealing a pair of green eyes: "How is it? Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Yamato nodded blankly.

"Really? Although it's my first time, my skills are pretty good." Hasumi pointed at the boy reflected in her eyes and smiled proudly.

Yamato realized that he might have made a mistake, so he turned his head away in embarrassment, not daring to look at him.

The hairpin in his hair swayed slightly, and the almost inaudible ringing made the smile on Hasumi's lips grow wider.

Hasumi handed the money to the boss and took Yamato's hand to other stalls.

"Is there anything you want to see?" he asked.

"Hmm" Yamato looked around in embarrassment, unable to decide for a moment.

"Would you like some taiyaki?"

Hasumi had returned the mask to its original position. Yamato was a little disappointed that he couldn't see his eyes, but he couldn't help but be attracted by Hasumi who had covered his face and therefore looked full of mystery.

‘Hasumi-san is pretty good like this, she feels like an adult. ’

'No, Hasumi-san is Kakashi-senpai's adoptive father, so he is already a mature adult?'

But when there is no face covering, with that too young face, it is really difficult for Yamato to treat him as an elder.

When Yamato was distracted, he subconsciously responded vaguely to Hasumi's question. Hasumi assumed that he wanted to eat, so he went to buy him a red bean filling.

"Give."

"!"

Yamato was startled when the hot taiyaki suddenly appeared.

"It's sweet Taiyaki." Hasumi curled her lips, feeling very amused by his reaction, "Last time I saw that you ate the most red bean flavored yokan, so I bought the one with red bean filling."

"If you don't like it, just leave it to me and I'll buy you a new one."

"No, this is fine." Yamato took the taiyaki, took a bite, and immediately ate the plump red bean paste, "As long as it's with Hasumi-san, that's fine."

"You're really good at talking."

Hasumi said with a smile: "Are you trying to make me happy?"

"I'm telling the truth." Yamato squeezed the taiyaki in his hand and looked up at Hasumi.

"When I'm with Hasumi-san, I feel very good and I can't help but feel sweetness in my heart."

"It's like the yokan we had when we first met."

Yamato's eyes seemed to be serious about looking into Hasumi's eyes. Unfortunately, Hasumi's face was covered with an eyesore, so Yamato could only guess his mood from his tone of voice.

"As long as I'm with Hasumi-san, I'll be fine no matter what."

""

Hasumi touched his face, "Good boy, but if we continue chatting, we will miss the highlight of tonight?"

"Look, it's about to begin."

A bouquet of fireworks bloomed behind Hasumi, and the colorful flowers lit up the night sky and lit up the brilliance in Hasumi's eyes.

At this moment, he had already taken off the obstructive scarf, curved his green eyes, and placed a soft kiss on Yamato's lips.

"Are you satisfied with my 'hush money'?"

Yamato felt as if the skin near his lips was on fire, and the frightening temperature gradually spread throughout his body, making him dizzy, as if he was drunk.

The boy with long brown hair pinched the hem of his yukata, crumpling the light blue morning flowers. His eyes were misty and slightly moist, and he let out a whimper that seemed both happy and unbearable.