[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

Cage Island realized that he was in an excruciatingly long dream.

The idea of ​​knowing that I am in a dream is so clear, just like the self-knowledge that "Longdao Quan has always been an alien" a long time ago is as clear and precise. Just like the material world is not subject to human will, just like the truth exists in the world forever.

She was extremely aware that she was dreaming, a dream that was longer than summer days or winter nights. The mind that used to be too clear in the past seems to be against the rules for a dream, so when this kind of thing used to confront various problems in real life breaks through a certain threshold, the dream will burst apart with a "pop" sound, like under the sun. Colorful bubbles that disappear. But at this moment, or only at this moment, this awakening is finally no longer resisted.

She remembered very clearly that it was the autumn of her freshman year in high school. At that time, she and two others were exorcising a second-level curse spirit. The twisted dark figure of the curse spirit suddenly approached the tip of her nose, and it was covered with a rotten smell, just like the perfume of an urban beauty. Just like a shadow. At this moment, a vigilant voice sounded from her ear. He sounded like a young boy. His voice was still a bit immature, but his alertness was not as mature as a boy's.

"Who are you?" the voice asked.

Gongjima, who was engrossed in the battle, was startled. The boy Kiriyasu Tsuna raised up with her reflexive attack movement, bringing up a string of dark purple blood flowers. The brief distraction allowed the attack range of this action to exceed Cageshima's expectations, and it narrowly passed through the side of Mayuya's arm that was closest to her at that time. The girl was in shock. She wanted to curse but stopped, with disbelief written all over her face.

It was Fujiwara who stepped in between the two of them and gave the cursed spirit the final blow to the cursed spirit who was about to be ignored by the internal strife among the spellcasters.

"Did you hear anything?" Congdao asked.

In other words, Longdao heard himself ask that at that time. In her dream, she returned to the beginning of that magical fate.

"What's the sound?" Mayuya, who almost died when the boy was cut off, raised an eyebrow high, her face looked slightly worried - of course, anyone who was almost stabbed into toothpick flesh by his companions while fighting side by side It won't be very pleasant - she quickly made a decision and said with some sympathy, her voice sounded a little cold, "Congratulations, it seems that you were finally oppressed by those old men and went insane."

The voice did not appear again, so Longdao temporarily forgot about it. She lazily put the child into her knife bag and slung it over her shoulder. While she was wandering around, Fujiwara and Mayuya quickly walked to where she was. The two extroverted social geniuses had already changed countless topics. Laughing and laughing, looking so unhappy. Suddenly, Mayu also turned his head and asked: "Hey, Cage Island, do you want to come together?"

Longdao didn't listen to their words at all, so he looked puzzled when he heard the words: "What together?"

"Let's go to Shibuya, Shibuya!" Mayuya drawled, "You're not a local in Tokyo, are you? It's so easy to complete the task, it would be a shame if you don't relax for a while. Maybe you can see a lot of handsome guys with pool noodles when you go to Shibuya. yeah!"

The girl flipped up her hair and stared at her with light-colored contact lenses: "Go? Or not?"

"No." Longdao replied. She was vaguely aware of the slight disappointment at the same time, so she added, "There are other arrangements for the evening."

"What arrangements? A date?"

"Sleep." Longdao said seriously.

The treetops struggled wildly in the violent storm.

Qingshui and Inoue were nervous, trying hard to catch the footsteps that did not belong to them from the noisy sound of wind and rain. The voice approached the four of them at an extremely fast speed. After a few rustlings, a vague black shadow appeared in front of them.

Maybe a beast. This thought brought a chill to Qingshui's heart. But with another burst of lightning and thunder, they quickly saw clearly the appearance of the creature that looked like a beast.

It was a ninja dog wearing a Konoha forehead protector.

Parker's eyelids were drooped, with only half of his pupils exposed. He suddenly stopped in front of a few people. His expression was serious, but his tone followed his master's, and he was as lazy as if he had been carved out of a mold: "Yo, I finally found you." The ninja dog will be at the moment. After taking a rough look at the situation, his dark eyes paused for a moment when he caught a glimpse of the girl leaning on Inoue's shoulder, revealing a serious expression visible to the naked eye. Inoue and Shimizu have never met Kakashi's ninja dog, so they naturally have no way of knowing where Parker comes from. But the rhetorical question that Dianhong had used to intimidate the wandering ninja earlier suddenly popped into Inoue's head. If he hadn't been holding the former's knee, he would probably have wanted to use his fist to show that he was more enlightened.

Parker's voice explaining his identity overlapped with Inoue's sudden exclamation. The blond boy was overjoyed and asked, "Are you the Jonin that Koizumi said he would come to support before?"

Parker:?

The conversation stopped abruptly, leaving a strange pause.

"It's not a bad idea to say they're here for support," Parker said. For some reason, his eyes looked even weaker. The current situation was not suitable for any further delay, so Parker quickly conveyed the news of finding Team 9 to Kakashi. Not long after, the silver-haired Jonin appeared in the rain in the blue smoke of reverse psychic.

……

It was raining very hard, and it was a very difficult time for the ninja dogs who relied on their sense of smell to find targets. According to the hotel owner's description, Kakashi couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart after recognizing that the three idiot ninjas who had lost their whereabouts belonged to several classes.

He never thought that the little girl he had taught for several years would do such a reckless thing. However, the deal was already done, so he had no choice but to take out the scroll and summon a group of ninja dogs, and ordered them to spread out to find the three troublesome little cubs, hoping to bring them back safely as soon as possible. Kakashi himself swept away his relaxed demeanor and instantly changed back to the appearance of an elite jounin.

Fortunately, the rain had not yet had time to wash away the breath of the members of Team 9. Parker quickly found their traces and passed the news to Kakashi.

The Jonin in charge of Team 7 took in the embarrassed looks of several people at a glance. However, even though he had been mentally prepared, Kakashi's eyes couldn't help but tremble when he saw the girl lying on the back of the blond boy, who knew whether she was alive or dead. This wavering was fleeting, replaced by an almost stern expression. Although he was indeed angry at a few people for acting hastily without careful consideration, Kakashi had no intention of teaching his fledgling subordinates a lesson in such a heavy rain.

Probably smelling the anger of the jounin, Qingshui felt that something was wrong, and already anticipated that there would be a lecture and punishment that he could not escape in the future. But at this moment, these are nothing compared to the faint redness——

"Kakashi-sensei, Izumi..."

Without waiting for the two teenagers to inform Kakashi of the situation, the silver-haired Jonin calmly took over and gave a brief instruction: "After leaving the story and lecture for the time being, the most important thing now is to return to the hotel as soon as possible. Haruki, hand over Koizumi." give it to me."

The man took off his cloak, put it on Long Dao's shoulders, and then carefully carried his student on his back. The large cloak protected the girl from most of the rain, but she stayed in the rain for too long, and her whole body was already wet, as if she had just swam in the pond a few times. Through several layers of thick clothes, the moist moisture soaked into Kakashi's back. Kabuto Manyu's clothes clung tightly to his back through the Jonin's vest, emitting a thin layer of heat in the cold night.

She was incredibly light, Kakashi thought, never been so. Did you really have a good meal?

When the little girl's slender arms went around his shoulders, he vaguely touched a ravine-like wound in her palm. The child's thin white palms, which used to be as tall as his knees, had developed a thin layer of calluses from unknown time, like frozen frost flowers. The wound was split horizontally from the tiger's mouth, and the bone was visible deep inside. Even without looking at it, the rusty sweetness from this distance could not be disturbed by the pouring rain and went straight into the nose of the jounin who was carrying her weight. Her face was stained with blood and looked like a tabby cat, but her brows were relaxed as if she was in a deep sleep. Kakashi's heart sank.

Fortunately, the boy who was rescued was the doctor's child. The doctor examined the unconscious girl in front of several anxious people and finally concluded that there was no danger to her life. Minagawa's technique had nothing to do with toxins. Gongjima was just exhausted and lost a lot of blood, so he couldn't bear the exhaustion and fell asleep. Only then did the high-hanging hearts of several people return to their original positions. The wounds of the three people in Class 9 were properly treated in this clinic.

Before leaving, the doctor bowed deeply to several people, and his unspoken words of gratitude were clearly reflected in his trembling body.

After returning to the hotel with a few people, Kakashi sent Qing Shui and Inoue back to the room to sleep, and waited until the next morning to hear the complete story. In place of Genma, who was absent at this time, the silver-haired Jonin gave a serious criticism and education to the two people except Cagejima, who was still in a deep sleep.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain, and the fact that all the wounds of varying depths were soaked in water, Longdao developed a low fever late after returning to the hotel.

When Longdao woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. She stared blankly at the white ceiling, and then realized that she was lying safely on the single bed in the hotel.

The large and small wounds suffered in that fierce battle were all carefully taken care of and wrapped with clean bandages.

"Are you awake?" A familiar, lazy male voice sounded from the bedside. She followed the sound and turned around, and she saw Kakashi sitting on the chair beside the bed, holding a book in his hand. He seemed to have been sitting there for quite some time, in fact, perhaps all night. After noticing her movement, he raised his eyes to look at her. The sunlight shone into the room through the window lattice, coating the outline of the silver-haired jounin with a golden-white light. Rageshima blinked slowly, as if he was still sleepy, and looked confused about the situation. Until Kakashi stood up, his figure cut off the flowing daylight and stood closer. The shadow cast by Kakashi covered Kōjima's bandaged right hand, and the light gray shadow enveloped her in a reassuring way. The whole person is enveloped in it.

Kakashi closed the page of the book, and in the little girl's eyes between waking and sleeping, the orange cover turned into a fish and swam into the ninja bag, disappearing behind the gray color.

However, what brought her back to reality was the touch on her forehead. Through the layer of fingerless gloves, the silver-haired Jonin's sharp-knuckled palm landed lightly and gently on her forehead. His palms were warm and dry, and he lifted some hair and pressed it against her skin. The calluses on his fingertips seemed to be passing by, and a slight itching spread out like ripples.

Rongdao couldn't help but flutter his eyelashes and curled his fingertips unconsciously.

"Great, it looks like the fever has gone away." Kakashi took back his hand, showing an expression of relief, and then asked with an arched eyebrow, "Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable, Koizumi?"

Gongjima shook his head, pressed the other person's name under his tongue, and whispered: "Kakashi-sensei..." The little girl's voice was a little hoarse, and several of the syllables turned into dragging breaths. Gone missing.

The silver-haired Jonin picked up the thin glass on the bedside table, put his palm against the wall of the cup to test the temperature, and poured some hot water into it. Finally, he avoided Longdao's injured hand and handed the cup into her other hand.

The girl thanked her quietly.

"How are Inoue and the others?"

"They are fine and can jump around now. So don't worry. I have heard what happened from Haruki and Souji, and I have taught them both a lesson." Kakashi changed the subject and looked at Cage Island. On his right hand, his usual friendly smile was gone from his tone, and he was serious and sharp, "But you were too messy this time."

Cage Island looked away silently.

She heard Kakashi sigh inaudibly, and his tone softened: "Koizumi, you should cherish yourself more."

The room fell silent. After a while, Longdao heard the sound of rustling clothes.

"There's one more thing we can't forget to say," the silver-haired Jonin bent down and placed his broad palm on the top of her hair. His usual smile reappeared on his face, and his eyebrows arched, "Although it cannot offset the consequences of your hasty behavior this time, you have done a very good job, especially you, Xiaoquan. But you must be more cautious next time. , don’t be so messy.”

Perhaps it was because Kakashi's tone and movements were too gentle, but Cagejima, whose heart had been sealed by cement for more than twenty years, inexplicably felt a fine electric current crawling through the blood-pumping organ in his left chest. A light emotion briefly filled her heart.

She subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she was vaguely reluctant to let go. So the action was almost halfway done, and became more like an intimate pandering. The little girl's soft hair brushed against Kakashi's palm, causing a slight itch, and then she bowed down obediently due to the external force. It's plush, warm, and feels good to the touch, like the soft fur of a cat.

The fragmented light and shadow reflected on Rongdao's irises finally melted at the edges as if they couldn't bear the scorching sun. For a moment, they were not in line with the softness and clarity of her nature. This transformation is fleeting, almost like a mirage. For a brief moment, the girl in front of him seemed to overlap with the child he knew in his youth. With her kindness that has never been broken.

But a mirage is just an illusion of refracted light. Kakashi didn't even have time to be stunned by this, all the softness and clarity sank.

However, in the blind spot of the silver-haired Jonin's field of vision, a thin patch of light pink emerged from the base of the patient's black-haired, blue-eyed ears, hiding shyly among the thick hair. Lengdao turned away his eyes again and replied in a rare obedient manner: "I know, I won't do it next time."