Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Kagura took Tobirama to wander around the festival. It was just past dinner time. They wandered the street for a long time but couldn't find any serious food sellers. Most of them were apple candies, dumplings and other snacks, and stir-fried chestnuts with sugar were enough. The best match at the festival, which disappointed Kagura.

At this moment, my stomach was growling with hunger, and the expression on my face was no longer as bright as when I first started shopping.

"I told you to eat some a long time ago, are you dumbfounded now?"

Kagura pouted, feeling extremely aggrieved. After hearing Tobirama's words, she was even more aggrieved. She hummed, "Do you mean that if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer the consequences?"

The old man said...

Tobirama's eyebrows twitched, ahem, he was particularly sensitive to old characters during this period.

Kagura now misses the food street behind the school very much. No matter how early she gets up in the morning or how late she goes to bed at night, that food street always seems to be standing there non-stop. It is open 24 hours a day and sells fried noodles and grilled skewers. , octopus balls, spicy hotpot, sizzling tofu, lotus seed soup...

The saliva was secreting like crazy, and Kagura didn't dare to think any further, otherwise she was afraid that she would choke to death on the saliva.

Alas, standing on the cold windy street at this moment, she regretted that she had not traveled to the world of "The Lonely Gourmet". That world was better. Eating all over Japan with Goro was better than passing away the famine now with a bunch of white jade dumplings.

In the middle of the street, wandering entertainers are already in place. They include men and women, some perform acrobatics, some dance, and some play piano and sing. The content is rich and can satisfy the interests and hobbies of different travelers.

The exotically dressed singer used her slender fingers to hold a tortoise shell pick to play the shamisen. The low tone made people stop and listen, as if they were in a teahouse in an old movie. , there were several people sitting on their knees in the small room, and the geisha sang in a low voice with her shamisen in her arms.

Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,

Under the clear sky in March,

Cherry blossoms stretch as far as the eye can see.

Blooming like clouds and flowers,

The wafting fragrance is picturesque.

Come on, come on,

Let’s go see flowers together.

……

The singer sat on a high stool with a soft expression on her face, as if the fine and fluttering snowflakes had turned into cherry blossoms with her singing, and the travelers on both sides of the street followed her through the long cold winter to late spring.

What I see in my eyes are the pink and white falling petals, and the cold and dry breath is gone from my nose. What I smell is the fragrance of flowers, and what I hear is the chirping of birds.

The light suddenly became brighter, and the sunlight was particularly good, making the whole world appear bright, with a slight twinkle of brightness.

Kagura and Tobirama once again stood in front of the shrine on the mountainside of Konoha. The cherry blossom trees above their heads were growing luxuriantly, weaving a sea of ​​pale pink flowers. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and vines, making their whole bodies warm.

Tobirama in front of him seemed much younger. He was wearing chainmail and a sky blue half-sleeved shirt. There was no forehead protector on his forehead, and he wore a wide-brimmed dark green headband with a woven Bearing the crest of the Senju family.

The breeze blew the hems of their clothes with the fragrance of flowers, and also blew the hair tie, making it fly and dance in the wind.

At the same time, he also blew the neatly arranged bells under the eaves of the shrine. The bells swayed in the wind, and their sweet sounds were carried to the sky by the wind.

Kagura stared at him blankly. She had never seen Tobirama like this before. He was very young, so young that his face had a little childishness, and even his crimson eyes didn't have an overly complicated expression. , clean and clear, not yet tainted by complex life experiences, nor do they have to bear any responsibilities and become serious and indifferent.

He is so good-looking, standing upright under the cherry blossom tree. The branches that grow here all year round are drooping more and more every year. Some of them even hang to the top of Tobirama's head, and you can touch them with your hand.

At this time, he should be only 20 years old, very young, very young.

He looked at Kagura, his eyes gradually became warmer, and the corners of his mouth turned up, finally revealing a knowing smile.

"I finally met you at this age..." Tobirama said as he looked at her.

"At this age...?"

This is the best age in life. When you become an adult, you have responsibility and your own will. This is the time when you are in your prime.

Kagura is also like a white rose that blooms in the morning dew facing the morning sun. It is pure and has the unique beauty of a rose. Because it has just bloomed, every petal is full of youthful vitality and power.

This was the encounter Tobirama had always dreamed of. He was very young at the time and met her who was equally young. There was no age difference and he was not worried that she would "dislike" him.

He took a step forward, slowly raised his right hand, and stretched out a finger to gently poke Kagura's forehead.

Kagura was still looking at him blankly, watching him poke her forehead and the smile on his lips. He leaned down slightly and pressed a gentle kiss on the place he just poked, cherishing and sacred.

Kagura felt the temperature of his lips in a daze, as if there was some mark engraved there, and then heard Tobirama's thin voice, he said:

"We will still be together after all."

Kagura looked at the person close by, with strong emotions surging in her heart. For a moment, she seemed to have entered his heart. She saw his inner world, understood his desires, and what he cared about. He worries and worries about gains and losses.

In the dark corner, there was a fragile Tobirama hugging his knees and huddled there. He was small and fragile, and he was like a piece of fragile glass. Any slight touch could cause him to crack.

Even though he was hidden in the darkness, Kagura saw him through the smile lingering on his lips and his eyes that were so clean that there were no impurities.

It was as if something wanted to take her away, and she wanted to tell him something that was as fragile as glass.

Her hand grabbed Tobirama's wrist, and Kagura expressed her love to him a little eagerly.

"From the moment I recognized my heart and decided to like you, I no longer cared about age, whether it is the same age, 15 years old, 150 years old, [-] years old, I like you, Traveling through time and space will also come to you.”

"Kagura?" There was a confused look on his face.

"Don't doubt my feelings. My liking for you has nothing to do with anything else. It's because it's you. Just because it's you. Don't think nonsense. You have to remember what I said."

"Kagura..."

Kagura shook the bell bracelet on her wrist, "Did you hear it? If one day I disappear, just follow the ringtone to find me. If one day you forget me, you must remember me again when you hear the ringtone. .”

"..."

"Thousands of Hands, no matter in heaven or on earth, real or unreal, the person I love the most is you!"

Tobirama stared blankly at Kagura, who was behaving strangely, and felt that at the moment he heard what she said, something awkward and tangled deep in his heart was broken, and shattered into countless pieces. The scraping of the ground carried these fragments far away.

He saw Kagura's figure gradually becoming blurry and transparent, and finally disappeared into the spring light.

Tobirama stood alone in front of the shrine. He searched blankly but could no longer see the delicate figure. The wind blew the branches and swayed. Tobirama reached out and grabbed the cherry blossom in front of him.

A woman's low and melodious singing voice came to my ears again. The voice of the shamisen was quiet, pure, simple and melodious.

Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,

In late spring, the sky will dawn,

The rays of light dazzled the eyes and smiled,

Thousands of miles long white clouds rise,

The beauty and fragrance are swaying.

Go see the flowers, go see the flowers!

It’s better to see the flowers early.

What he was looking at was a singer singing on a high stool in the middle of the street. The singer was humming softly. There were travelers walking back and forth on both sides of the street. Some would stop and listen to the song, just like Tobirama now.

He stretched out his hand, and what fell on his palm were cold snowflakes, not cherry blossom petals with light fragrance.

"Kagura..." He muttered to himself and looked at the people around him.

However, there was nothing on his left side. The person who was standing here disappeared without knowing when.

"Kagura—!"