[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

The appearance of Minagawa Muneki always gives Cage Island a bad premonition, which is as misty as mist and cannot be touched. She couldn't say where this premonition came from, but it did make her uneasy for a moment.

And before she could figure out this unreasonable premonition, Shikamaru was already waiting at her door as usual. If she went out later, I don't know how that guy would complain about her trouble in his heart.

After Mrs. Longdao left the village for a mission and left Longdao's father and daughter alone at home, there was an almost awkward silence in Longdao House. This kind of almost condensed awkward atmosphere is not unfamiliar to Lungdao Quan - whether it is in Lungdao's previous childhood or this one, this subtle speechlessness always stands between Lungdao's father. Between women. Like an unshakable chasm.

When she walked through the Japanese room and headed straight for the entrance, Mr. Kagoshima was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Thin-framed glasses were placed on his tall, aquiline nose, dragging sharp shadows under the cold white light overhead. On the short tea table, the tea in the white porcelain cup is still rising with looming mist. Water vapor is also cyan blue.

A subtle sound fell into the man's ears, and he ignored it without raising his head. His eyes were immersed in the lines of gray text, and he maintained a silence that was close to harsh.

Rongdao stepped on his clogs and lowered his arms to smooth out the new wrinkles at the hem of the fabric. The key chain decorated with a cat pendant was put into her small purse, and the metal pieces collided with each other, making a light jingling sound. The little girl held the doorknob and said formulaically: "I'm going out."

Her tone sounded loose. Just as she finished speaking, the door of Longdao House was pushed open by her.

Mr. Kagoshima's voice finally reached the entrance from the spacious Japanese room. It sounded stiff and cold, just like his style.

"Be safe," he warned.

If you think about it carefully, it has been a long time ago that you walked side by side on the street with this childhood sweetheart who always complained about "it's really troublesome".

He was probably stuffed into a new set of clothes by Mrs. Yoshino and forced to dress up carefully. The old-fashioned look on his face had remained unchanged for ten years since the soul whose body originally belonged to "Cage Island" first met him.

Most of them muttered their frustration at such troubles, but Mrs. Yoshino rushed out with a broom or spatula in hand. Complaining is complaining, but she always waits at the door of Qingmei's house early. When she sees Longdao showing up, even if she has to complain to her as usual, her tone is light and weightless. The young man with his hair tied high let her go to the inside of the road. The lights dyed half of his face near the light source red, with a warm smokey smell.

When Shikamaru is bored, his eyebrows are always drooped, half of his black eyes are hidden behind his eyelids, and sometimes he frowns slightly unconsciously. He looks quite young and mature.

After graduating from the Ninja School, they followed the class more often - not to mention that the trio of pigs, deers and butterflies had formed a fixed group from who knows which generation in the family tree - and they hadn't gotten along like this for a while.

In Longdao's impression, the two of them met before she had replaced herself in this body. However, whether it is replacement or fusion, Cage Island is not sure.

He always glanced at her with half-covered dark pupils, a shallow ridge gently forming in the center of his forehead, and the corners of his mouth curled downward for a moment, and then curved a stingy small arc as if to compromise. The boy's eyes were dark, reflecting the cold reality, but his smile seemed to have a pampering and tender expression.

Shikamaru seemed to have grown taller, his teenage body growth beginning to show. However, in the impression that Lung Island should have grown rapidly in recent years, it has not been able to usher in the rapid growth as expected. In an unknown place, the little girl will inevitably look into the water-stained mirror with hesitant eyes. . Those voices from the distant past sometimes seem so small that they seem real and illusory.

The filth that had stayed on her body for many years had disappeared as soon as she regained consciousness from the chaos. It was like searching for the snow that had not yet melted in the hot summer, and chasing the out-of-season flowers in the bleak winter.

And she is so petite, this is a short experience in Longdao's life. ——So petite. She opened her palms, and a lucky thought flashed across her mind.

Perhaps those eighteen years were just a long-standing nightmare for the now twelve-year-old Long Dao.

It's not just a nightmare either.

For Izumi Gōshima, whether it is Mayuya, Fujiwara, or Mr. Gojo, Mr. Nanami, Principal Noctua, or even a certain auxiliary supervisor who is about to be tortured by these young magicians and become bald at a young age - they None of it is a nightmare.

The Gōjima family moved to the mansion near the Nara family before Shikamaru's fourth birthday. Different from the little beauties of the two families, the Longjima couple and the Nara couple are both contemporaries and colleagues. So although for Izumi Gōshima and Nara Shikamaru, that was the first time they met and their fate began, for the adults of the two families, it was just a reunion of old acquaintances.

To the current Cage Island, those memories are more like distant stories, like ethereal echoes from a past that does not belong to him. The role she plays is exactly what she does best - the cold-eyed outsider. Therefore, it would be too far-fetched to ask her to relay the original impression of Gōjima on Shikamaru. So let’s put these aside for now.

As for Shikamaru.

He inherited an outstanding mind from his father, Mr. Shikaku. Therefore, it is inevitable that they will appear to have seen through the world too early and have an old-fashioned look, as if they cannot understand anything clearly - this may be a common problem of people with overly sharp minds (perhaps this common problem must include their endangered hair follicles) Exactly, as the saying goes, extremely smart?).

In a word, Shikamaru, who was only four years old after seeing the new neighbors he would definitely get to know day and night, suddenly felt an eerie sense of familiarity.

The sick little girl held her mother's clothes and lowered her eyes as if she was dozing off. When Mrs. Yoshino knelt down to greet her, Xiaolongdao raised his face and accepted the greeting softly. She had a gentle expression, but Shikamaru always felt that she probably had something going in one ear and out the other. She pursed her lips unconsciously and floated away from the people and things around her. She felt vaguely cramped, presumably because she was not adapted to such an environment. Although the elder stood beside her parents with him while they were talking, where were her eyes looking?

Her sight seemed to fly straight through the people standing in front of her, through the layers of courtyard walls, and into even more distant places. That place might be too far away, so that the things reflected in her eyes became less real, forming an empty and lonely indifference.

It was an extremely mild cold, but it looked like falling into a never-ending night.

The two children facing each other were clearly of the same unmotivated type, but Mrs. Yoshino attributed the little girl's quietness to her reserved nature, and lovingly told Shikamaru to take good care of the little girl. Hearing this, Shikamaru sighed helplessly, and the complaints that were about to overflow suddenly changed into a breathy voice under his mother's threatening gaze. Knowing what he knew, he raised his hands and surrendered resignedly.

But as he expected at a glance, his childhood friend didn't cause him much trouble - even when it came to avoiding trouble, their reactions were infinitely similar.

However, Xiaolongjima obviously relies on her very deceptive appearance to always gain the understanding and sympathy of her neighbors - although she does not know it herself - while Shikamaru will gain the roar of Mrs. Yoshino.

Shikamaru didn't understand. Shikamaru sighed. Shikamaru was helpless.

Being so quiet is another kind of trouble.

Overall, Shikamaru finally classified his childhood sweetheart into the "troublesome woman" category.

Someone gently tugged on Shikamaru's sleeve.

The young man lowered his head. The person holding his cuffs was a petite little girl. Seeing him lowering his gaze, her watery deer eyes were about to shed tears. She pursed her lips subconsciously, then bit her lips and tried her best to suppress her tears, holding on to Shikamaru's sleeves.

He seemed to have a vague impression of who this little girl was. Cage Island followed Shikamaru's line of sight, and the lights on the roadside cast a shadowy layer of pale gold under her eyes. Shikamaru knelt down and asked Xiao Douding where his parents were——

"My parents and I are separated." The little girl sobbed and replied in a low voice while suppressing her tears. She felt terribly wronged, "I can't find them, Shikamaru-nii."

The fireworks display was bustling with people. Longdao looked around and swallowed the tender green dumplings in one bite. When she met Shikamaru's eyes, who was about to explain something, one of her cheeks was slightly bulging from the chewing action, and her expression was gentle.

The young man stood up, scratched his head and frowned unconsciously. He explained: "I can't just leave this child alone. I have to take her to find Mr. and Mrs. Yamamoto. Are you coming too, Koizumi?"

Rong Dao licked away the remaining sweetness from his lips and put the bamboo stick into the other end of the paper bag. She didn’t remember the Yamamotos: “No.”

The little girl clung to Shikamaru's legs pitifully, holding Shikamaru's sleeves and looking up at her. Rongdao's eyes flickered over her body and then back to the young man. Mrs. Yoshino's instructions rang in Shikamaru's mind again, so he couldn't help but smack his tongue slightly and looked at Cage Island with some worry.

It’s too much to worry about, Rageshima thought.

So she reluctantly promised: "You won't get lost." He always seemed to be frowning. It would be difficult to convince her friend with such a dry assurance, so the girl added, "I seemed to have seen Haruki and the others just now, don't worry. I will explain it to you from my aunt's side."

You are so young, why are you frowning? Be careful as Sichuan lines may trap flies as you age.

After Minagawa Munenuki returned safely from the incident not long ago, the relationship between the three children in Class 9 - or rather the relationship between the two young boys on Cage Island - has finally developed by leaps and bounds. Since then, the three of them have become friends of life and death. Under pressure from both Inoue and Shimizu, who scratched their heads and explained, "No matter what choice you make, we will respect you," Gongjima finally changed his mind to calling the two children in his class by their first names instead of their surnames.

"I always feel that it's strange for you to call us that, Koizumi." When he said this, the silly smile that often appeared on Inoue's face softened a little, and his bright green eyes stared at Cage Island stubbornly and seriously, even looking a little deep. ——Perhaps it was just a trick of light and shadow, because sincerity made his eyes always look as clear as transparent glass paperweights, "We are companions, so we don't need to be so unfamiliar at all, right?"

Hearing Qingmei's assurance, the boy's tangled eyebrows finally relaxed a little. The slender, hanging eyes dropped a little in compromise, and the corners of the lips were slightly raised in frustration. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and squeezed out a small breath from between his teeth: "Then please be safe alone."

Rongjima nodded and suddenly called out to Shikamaru. The latter turned his head when he heard the sound, and the hands he usually kept in his trouser pockets when he was wearing casual clothes grasped helplessly in the air, and then fell to his side. The little girl from the Yamamoto family could barely stop crying at this time, her eyes were red, like a little rabbit. She finally stopped clinging to Shikamaru's legs, but her fingers still grasped the cuffs of Shikamaru's yukata, for fear of being left behind again. Under the puzzled gaze of the young man, Longdao said in a tone that stated that one plus one equals two: "If you always frown, you will become ugly."

Shikamaru:?

Saying that she had vaguely seen Inoue Haruki just now was just an excuse to send Shikamaru away, but her childhood sweetheart's ability to worry about this matter was not much worse than Mrs. Yoshino's. Although most of the time it was due to Mrs. Yoshino's repeated reminders to the boy to take care of Cage Island.

She has rarely seen such a worried young man.

The late night wind has brought a bit of coolness. Orange-red lights melted the night from both sides of the road into a thin and long dark blue cotton thread, extending into the distance. The noisy sounds in the distance gradually became clearer. The remaining dumplings in the paper bag were pressed together heavily, and she picked out a bunch of waxy white ones and bit off half of them. The brown syrup stuck to her lips, sticky and shiny. When she sipped it into her mouth, the highly saturated sweet taste exploded like exploding beads. It was so sweet that the little girl squinted her eyes unconsciously.

The source of the noise was getting closer to her. At this moment, a familiar, enthusiastic and loud voice came from the center of the crowd——

"You are worthy of being my eternal rival! Kakashi, I will definitely win back next time!"

Before Long Dao could figure out what was going on, the protagonist who had taken the lead appeared from the crowd in front. The visitor was talking to himself about self-restraint, standing on his head and moving his body with both hands. The crowd consciously made way for them.

What is more conspicuous than this behavior is the man's dark green tights, which look like a deformed onion from a distance. Under the watermelon-style short hair, there are two thick and thick eyebrows.

The man raised his head and stopped a few steps away from Cage Island. Then he showed a bright smile and greeted loudly: "Oh! Good evening, young man!"