Wind and sand [Naruto fan]

"Dad, what is that?" Wind Chime looked at the thing in his father's hand strangely. It was almost time to eat, and I came to look for my missing father, only to see my father sneaking around in the corner, looking through something.

Kiss, heat, heaven, hall. Although his father hid the book behind his back in a panic, the words on the cover were still clearly read by the wind chime. Isn't this the legendary yellow (hey) book that became popular in the world? Even people like Wind Chime, who have only watched three episodes of Naruto, know this book. His father actually hid outside secretly just to watch this kind of thing, which made Feng Ling's father's status in his heart drop rapidly.

Perhaps it was because Feng Chime's contemptuous look was so obvious that a little cold sweat broke out on his father's forehead. After hiding the book on his body, his father said to the wind chime with a somewhat flattering smile: "Oh, daddy's good daughter, please keep this as a little secret between the two of us."

Originally, Feng Ling had no intention of reporting his father's small report to his mother, but since he chose to use a discussion tone, wouldn't it be a big loss if he didn't deceive something. "Well, I'm so troubled. What should I do?" Feng Chime pretended to tap his chin with his index finger, making a look of embarrassment.

"Wind Chime, is there anything you want? Dad, go buy it and give it to you. By the way, Dad is going on a mission to the Kingdom of Fire next week. I heard that there is a very popular doll in the Kingdom of Fire recently. Dad, go buy it. I’ll bring it to you.”

Looking at the dishonorable adult in front of him, even Feng Chime couldn't help but sigh. But then she thought about what the Fire Nation said. "Then I want two gourds filled with water."

Everyone in Shayin Village uses leather bags to carry water, but the water bags are not very airtight. The gourds that grow naturally in the Fire Country are better water containers than leather bags.

"Will a gourd be enough?" As if he didn't expect his daughter to be so easy to talk to, the father confirmed it in disbelief.

"If you really want to buy me another popular doll, it's not impossible." Feng Ling said nonchalantly.

"It's okay, as long as you don't tell mom." Ah, what a pathetic man. Wind chimes thought.

Fortunately, although my daughter looked at her husband with a hint of contempt in her eyes recently, such a small change did not cause the actual owner of the family to take a closer look. After a frightening week, my father finally set off for a mission to the Land of Fire. Although my mother did not go to another country like my father, and the mission was not close to me, it was normal for Feng Ling to always have no one at home. It was also because of this that Feng Ling could frequently go to Gaara without being stopped.

Speaking of stopping, I have never seen Yashamaru in Gaara's mouth. I'd like to visit him when I have time. After all, it's rare in Sand Hidden Village that there's no one who doesn't hate Gaara because of his identity. And every time Gaara mentions him, his tone is full of intimacy. He must be a person. A very gentle and kind person.

Having said that, Feng Ling has recently started to learn higher-level ninjutsu. He plays with Gaara every day. Well, after training together, he has to go to special training alone. In order to find out the doubtful points, he went to the ninja school the next day. the teacher asked. Let’s wait until this stage is over before visiting again. Anyway, there is still a long time to come, so it’s not too late. With this thought in mind, Feng Chime put aside her plans to visit Gaara's house.

The few days of special training Gaara had been given seemed to be paying off. Gaara himself is a child with excellent talents. Because the monster is sealed in his body, the amount of chakra is much more than that of ordinary people. Although Gaara can't be said to be perfect at changing the shape of sand now, he is quite skilled at it.

"But every time I have to cover a large area of ​​sand with chakra before I can control the shape of the sand, the energy is consumed too quickly and it's really tiring." Gaara said, for Gaara who is still a child, this is The precise chakra manipulation was too heavy a burden on him.

"The more you practice, the more you will get used to it. In the future, when we become ninjas, we will be able to have our own ninja tools. The operational problems will definitely be solved by then. Now let's practice honestly." The wind chime comforted Gaara, and the sand in his hands condensed. It formed a sharp angle and was carefully placed on the top of the sand sculpture in front of Feng Chime. "Haha, the Eiffel Tower is finished!"

What could be a better test of chakra microcontrol than the waterless sand sculpture. Although with his current level he can only create a sand sculpture about the same height as himself, Feng Chime still feels a sense of accomplishment. After all, countless seniors such as one, two, three and four have fallen before this successful ‘iron tower’.

"It's amazing! Wind Chime, you are so amazing!" Gaara gave up on the pile of sand that he could never pile up and turned to Wind Chime to admire the work that his friend had just completed.

"Fortunately, I have simplified the cross iron plates, so that's it." There was no proud look on Feng Ling's face, but the tail behind him was quietly raised. Wind Chime looked at the pile of sand abandoned by Gaara, and couldn't see what Gaara wanted to make. "Gaara is the one. You can start practicing with simple things first. You don't have to make difficult sand sculptures at the beginning."

In the concept of wind chimes, Gaara just failed because what he wanted to make was too complicated. As a child, he did not have enough mental strength to support himself in maintaining an overly complicated sand sculpture.

"Well, I want to make a Yashamaru." Gaara seemed to feel that his idea was a bit childish and blushed with a little silly smile on his face. "Recently, Yashamaru always looks very tired, so I want to make a sand sculpture of Yashamaru to show to Yashamaru."

"What a great gift. Yashamaru will be very happy when he sees it." Feng Chi was surprised by this unexpected answer, and then he curled his eyes in understanding. "Gaara is such a gentle child."

"But, if you make a portrait from the beginning, you will definitely fail. Let's practice other things first. The more times we succeed, the more experience we gain, the easier it will be to make Yashamaru." The wind chime held my beloved's hand. Luo's hand. "So let's start practicing with apples first. Don't worry, I will accompany you and we will be able to successfully make Yasha Maru."

"Wouldn't that delay your training too much?" Gaara felt a little sorry.

"It doesn't matter, we are friends, right." Feng Chime said with a smile. "Come."

Two little figures were working hard around the sand pile for a beautiful little surprise.

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"I'm sorry, my father will be back tomorrow, so I won't come tomorrow. But, but, I asked my father to bring me a gift, and it was also for Gaara." I asked my father to bring me two gifts. One of the gourds I wanted to give to Gaara was so that I wouldn’t have to worry about the water in the water bag leaking out when I went to a distant place to train.

"That's it." The light in Gaara's eyes dimmed obviously. "Do you have a gift from me too?" Gaara just asked casually the last sentence. He wanted to stay with the wind chime more than the gift.

"So, let me go to Gaara's house the day after tomorrow to play." Feng Ling felt that this was a good opportunity. With gifts and time, it wouldn't be too rude to bring some snacks to the door. I went to Gaara's house just to give him something.

"Huh? Come to my house?" Gaara was obviously shocked, remembering Feng Ling's speech in the wagashi shop. At that time, he only thought that Feng Ling said this to save him, and he didn't take it to heart.

"That's right, so tell me where your home is, and I will come directly to visit you with snacks, and also let me get to know Mr. Yashamaru. Besides, Mr. Yashamaru has almost practiced his sand sculpture, right? What a good opportunity." Feng Chime said.

"That's right. I'll look forward to it." Gaara suddenly felt nervous again when he thought that he was actually going to have the experience of having a friend come to play for the first time at home. "I'm looking forward to it." Thinking this, he smiled stupidly.

My father came back the next afternoon. At this time, Feng Ling had just finished school when he saw his father waiting at the entrance of the ninja school.

"Dad!" Feng Chime ran towards his father in surprise, ignoring his father's hands reaching out to him, and quickly snatched the bag from his hand. "Gift!"

"It's so cruel, my daughter. Don't you miss your father?" The father was grieving and beating his chest.

"I've been on business trips for so long every time. I've gotten used to life without my father." Feng Ling said ruthlessly. Two gourds of similar size lay quietly in the bag, with red strings tied around the gourds. After carefully observing that there were no cracks on the gourd's surface, Feng Chime nodded with satisfaction and accepted the batch of 'goods'. "Besides, I thought dad would only worry about whether I snitched on mom while you were away."

"Ah! Are you going to do this? You won't be so cruel, right?!" As if he wanted the wind chime to quickly deny him, the father began to shake the wind chime's shoulders crazily.

"No, I'm just kidding." Feng Chime quickly replied, breaking away from his crazy father.

"It's too much. Dad was shocked." The father pointed at his fingers in grievance. The middle-aged man made such an action, which was really shocking to the eyes.

"I'm going back." Feng Ling looked at his father like this and felt ashamed to stay here.

"Hey~ wait a minute, Dad." The father, dissatisfied with his daughter's indifference, quickly followed up, teasing the girl in various ways to try to change his daughter's indifferent eyes, but finally failed when he got home.

Wind Chime breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to his room. That's great. There didn't seem to be any danger on this mission. There weren't any big wounds on the outside. My father's actions on the way home just now didn't seem to be inconvenient. It's really, really good. I hope my father will always look like this with regret, and I hope his next mission will go smoothly. The wind chime prayed inwardly.