[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

"Since you just want to reminisce about old times, are you a fool to write such a letter to me?"

While sitting at Hashirama's dining table eating steaming Ochazuke rice, Sasami finally couldn't help but ask the question that had troubled her all the way.

"Letter?" At first glance, Hashirama was a little confused, "I didn't write to you. I asked Tobirama to tell you..."

As soon as she heard Tobirama's name, she immediately understood what was going on. She took out the rain-soaked letter, waved it in front of Hashirama's eyes, and slapped it on the table.

"You really hate me, Tobirama-kun."

"..." Even though he had just finished making chazuke rice for the two fools who came back in the rain, Tobirama still had an inhumane face. He had already deduced the truth of the matter from his eldest brother, and understood that there was no ambiguous relationship between men and women between them, and he had been completely fooled.

Although it was a good thing, Tobirama didn't really feel relieved. Not only that, but he was even more motivated to fight:

——We must not let the rumors between the two of them become reality!

Therefore, he deliberately wrote such a letter with the intention of scaring Sasami away and arranging a lot of work for his eldest brother...

Unexpectedly, not only was she not scared away, but she was even taken home by Hashirama.

"It's true Tobirama." Following her words, Hashirama finished reading the letter and said solemnly: "It's just a normal communication between friends. Tobirama, don't do this again next time."

...Who are you showing off to me as an elder brother at this time?

Tobirama felt very bitter, but he couldn't tell anyone this. As long as the election is over, his eldest brother will take office and become the leader of the village. But now the eldest brother still often makes the same unreliable habits as in the past, and will even seize any possible opportunity to sneak out... and then what awaits him is a pile of people. On the table was a stack of pending paperwork and bills from the casino.

If he falls in love again, will he not be able to survive this life? !

"Brother, you must have escaped yesterday's official document again." Tobirama slammed the bowl in his hand onto the table. The wooden tabletop made a clanking sound, as if it was also shaken by the impact, and he trembled with fear. .

"There are also debts owed to Mi no Ya last week. In addition, the daimyo sent a letter saying that he has some doubts about the village election and you haven't replied yet..."

With every syllable he spat out, his face became uglier. Even as shameless as Hashirama, he couldn't help but feel guilty and moved his feet slightly towards the study.

"...Stop talking, I will finish it. Let me go, Tobirama, I understand." He lowered his head, pretending to have a depression attack, and winked at Sasami where Tobirama couldn't see.

"...Then I'm going home?" she said knowingly.

This was the first time she saw Hashirama being silenced by the training. She suppressed a smile and blinked at Hashirama, moving her mouth and making silent mouth gestures.

"You're so cute."

Hashirama probably understood. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he thought of. He put on an out-of-body expression and gave her a silly smile.

"It's already so late, aren't you going to do it?!" Tobirama urged again, unaware of the undercurrent surging between the two.

"……cough."

Awakened by his urging, Hashirama came back to his senses, coughed, and looked over with clear, upright and unselfish eyes, as if to maintain his brother's dignity, and said, "How can you let a girl go alone?" I'm going home at night! I'm worried."

"I will go with her myself."

Tobirama didn't even intend to give him a chance. He knew very well what kind of excuses his elder brother would make. Although Hashirama would honestly fulfill his words and be responsible for sending the other person home, but after that he would definitely He would drag Madara out of the house along the way and go to an izakaya to have a drink together.

If he easily promised something to Madara again...

No, absolutely not. Tobirama shook his head firmly.

"...Oh." Hashirama's head really dropped now. He slumped, looking back at the door three times a step, and slowly retreated into the study like an eggplant beaten by frost.

For a moment, the only sound in the house was the rustling of raindrops on the window sill.

After Hashirama sadly left the stage, only Tobirama and Sasami were left at the entrance, standing face to face with some embarrassment.

Tobirama took out two umbrellas from the cabinet, handed one to her, and walked out of the door. Seeing that she didn't come out, he knocked on the door frame impatiently.

He didn't make a sound, he just frowned slightly and looked up at her lightly. He didn't wear a forehead protector, and his straight nose faced the moonlight outside the room, feeling a little lonely in the cold.

At this time, he actually showed the delicacy of a young man, and the three scars on his left and right cheeks and chin were no longer as scary as before.

Seeing the impatient look on his face, Sasami had the idea of ​​not letting him get his wish easily. She stretched out her feet with unprecedented grace, and hooked the damp wooden clogs step by step. She couldn't help but knock on the door again, and then stepped on it with the whole sole of her foot.

"Tobirama-kun, women are animals that need patience."

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the man with silver hair and red eyes calmly.

"..."

Ignoring her request for trouble, he turned around decisively, leaving only a tall and broad figure holding an umbrella.

"Do you really hate me so much?"

"...No, it's not to that point." He thought about it seriously. Rather than saying he disliked her, he was rather interested in her... Of course, it was limited to the parts that could be studied.

"But I can't help but hate you a little, Tobirama-kun."

Under the green and white snake-eye umbrella, the outer green ring cast a shadow on her face. There was no emotion or anger on that face, and there were no unnecessary expressions, as if it was just telling a story about a stranger.

Tobirama did not immediately look away, but looked at her face carefully. Years have passed ruthlessly since she became "Ritafu", but time seems to be doting on her alone. Whether it is height, weight, or that face like an ice sculpture, they are all remembered by him. The appearance is no different.

"Do you want to go back?" He retracted his gaze and said in a rare moment, "Go back to...'that world'."

"If it weren't for your poor accuracy, I might have gone back." She said calmly.

Although there was no blame in his words, he didn't feel that he was at fault. But at this moment, the cold-hearted Tobirama suddenly didn't want to face her gaze.

The woman who had been frightened by him several times in the past and was in tears now only had a numb expression after being beaten by life. This is really...

"... What did you mean when you said, 'I want to try and die by your hands'?" After a brief hesitation, he moved his lips and asked softly.

This time she stopped talking. Until they walked along the dark path in the rain and fog and saw the faint lights in the house, this sharp man stopped in the rain, his aggressive red eyes stared deeply into hers, as if he was expecting her. Give the final answer.

"Let's ask again later..."

She stared at the window in a trance, and the light reflected in her eyes became dim and shaky.

"...I don't want to tell you yet."

She stopped and signaled him to stop there, then waved her hand to him again, her slender back disappearing into the rainy and foggy night.

>>>

There was a slight sound of the door lock opening in the darkness, and Sasami picked up the candlestick next to the cabinet with one hand. Translucent candle tears occasionally dripped onto her tiger's mouth, leaving a layer of silent pain in the night.

The orange candlelight swayed through the closed paper doors and stopped in front of the house that revealed a little light.

"Madara? Are you back?"

She stood at the door and asked softly.

"……what."

A slightly hoarse male voice reached her ears through the paper door. The voice was so low that it almost sounded a little sad, making her feel sad for no reason.

The light in the room cast the man's shadow on the door, revealing a tired silhouette leaning against the door.

"If I say I want to leave here, will you come with me... Riru."