[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

The trees on the roadside were wrapped with colorful decorative lanterns. The small, shiny lanterns suddenly flickered out and on again due to the tiny current crawling in the thin plastic layer being accidentally blocked, blinking like the night. stars above.

At the same time as the sound sounded, Longdao finally straightened out his thoughts and captured the clues about this whirring green figure from his lazy thoughts - this scene is too familiar, and it has happened more times than once in his memory. You can count them on your hands - besides, the person's appearance is really unique, and his dressing and behavior style is unique among the jounin. All in all, there was a look of surprise in Rongjima's eyes, and he took a step back with ease, leaving no trace of a gap for the thick-browed jounin who was walking upside down.

"Good evening, Teacher Kai."

The first time Cage Island saw this beautiful blue beast of Konoha was during Konoha's annual bustling gathering. At that time, Mrs. Longdao resumed her position as captain of the third detachment of the reconnaissance force, and her work became increasingly busy. My mother was often accompanied by documents and scrolls that were inconvenient for outsiders in the village, and it was common for her to come home late. So in the empty Longdao house, the housework fell on Xiaolongdao. During the New Year of that year, the Longdao couple were absent again.

There is no doubt that Mrs. Long Island is the type of person who is outstanding and specializes in her professional field. If the role of mother had not constrained her, she would have flown further. Whether it was in the last eighteen years or in this four-year period, Longdao Quan knew it very well. If the godmother is only devoted to the family, it is tantamount to breaking the wings of a flying bird and trapping it in a cage. She shouldn't just be someone's wife, she shouldn't just be someone's mother - none of these labels can summarize her, but she tolerates these one-sided labels tolerantly.

Ultimately, she cannot be defined by these rules and regulations. She shouldn't be a character first and a character second. Sometimes, Gōshima Izumi felt that his birth was a result of greedily absorbing the nutrients that belonged to Fukuyama Yumiko and taking away the bright future that should have belonged to the latter.

If possible, Longdao is willing to use his talent, which is called genius, to exchange the future of Longdao and his wife.

Closer to home, at the gathering that day, as usual, Kakashi’s contemporaries Yuhi Kurenai, Sarutobi Asuma, Metkai, and Shiranui Genma, who is currently serving as the jounin of the ninth team, drank and chatted in the izakaya, and Kakashi also Absent as usual. After a few glasses of wine, Konoha's beautiful blue beast fell to the ground and began to moan and talk nonsense. When the New Year's fireworks bloomed in the night sky, several classmates came to the window to watch. Asuma and Yuhi Kurenai had not yet been married, and were still in the ambiguous stage of testing each other. Red, orange, yellow, green and blue lights reflected half of the night sky, falling into the eyes of the people gathered above the ground. Yuhi Hong leaned against the window holding a wine glass, looking up at the sparkling fireworks falling into the world with their pale orange tails. Asuma leaned across the table, staring at Yuhi Kurenai with squinted drunken eyes.

The blue beast, overcome by alcohol, staggered and put his face close to the cold glass window, longing for the gorgeous sparks in the sky to bloom and drift away. His eyelids were heavy on his pupils, and the stern round pupils transformed into a half-dream under this pressure. Half crescent moon.

Metkai burped.

At that time, Longdao was holding a steaming oden and looking at the bustling crowd in a daze. Under the sound of firecrackers one after another and the night sky reflecting the ebbing and flowing of burning metal powder, the little girl's solitary back seemed a little lonely. But she herself actually had no such emotion at all. The freshly baked oden was a bit hot to the touch through a thin layer of wood pulp paper. She had to change her hand to bear most of the weight after a while, rubbing the slightly painful palm against her ear.

Yuhi Hong was the first to notice the girl downstairs. She tilted her head, and the hair tucked behind her ears fell softly with this movement: "That child seems to be the daughter of the Gongdao family."

Hearing this, Asuma leaned over and replied: "Ah, it seems so. I heard from the old man that the seniors of Long Island had their own missions and left the village some time ago, so this child just appeared at the festival alone now. Speaking of which, this Isn’t the child in your class, Iruka?”

Iruka shook his head and sighed sadly. Just when the topic was about to turn from the little girl of the Long Island family back to the absent contemporaries, Metkai, who had been blushing, twisted his limbs and lay limply aside, slowly blinked a few times, and quickly focused his gaze. Suddenly he became energetic.

Without waiting for his companions to stop him, the drunken blue beast straightened up from the sluggish posture that was obstructing the city's appearance with a shudder, staggeringly trying to open the window facing the street. Fortunately, the men and women present, even though their reactions were dulled by alcohol, were able to prevent the extremely drunk Metkai from jumping out of the window in time. The man trapped in Yuhi Hong's illusion waved his arms weakly in the air, shouting vaguely that he wanted to compete with his destined opponent. Thanks to Xuanjian's efforts to turn the tide, the porcelain cup that was swept off the table by Metkay just now was saved from falling apart.

The brief chaotic scene on the second floor of the izakaya soon calmed down. When Rongdao raised his eyes, the window had long disappeared from the figure of a certain high-spirited watermelon head - Asuma, who failed to dissuade him, was led by Metkai and rolled into a ball on the ground. Anko's wine spilled all over the floor and got wet. The hem of her yukata.

Xiaolongjima's gaze passed over the second floor window and settled on the belatedly arriving silver-haired Jonin in front of him.

"Sorry, it took a little time." Kakashi smiled apologetically. The little girl's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the time before the current situation happened. Congdao had no plans to participate in the celebration tonight - she was at home two hours ago, determined to spend the New Year in a deserted house. The night wind carried the sweet smell of moist earth and slipped into the room through the half-closed window, sweeping up a thin layer of snow on the windowpane. The noise of the crowd came from the street below, making it incompatible with the silence of Longdao House.

At that time, the sky was still shining with the light of dusk. The sky extended into the distance, and the ends of deep blue and purple were covered with pearl powder. Only two lamps were lit in the entire mansion to counteract the gray mist-like night that penetrated pervasively into this silent building. Rongdao leaned lazily on the table, his fingertips flicking through the yellowed pages of the book. When the third gust of wind blew open the curtains, the girl who tilted her head and leaned her face against her palms paused for a moment and then gently fell back to the paper. His light-colored eyes moved slightly, and his gaze turned to look at the window that was half covered by the screen. Then Longdao slowly stood up and opened the curtains.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the wind passed through the skinny branches, letting out small sighs. Nearby, the clear moonlight and the white snow light complement each other. In the distance, the bustling streets are brightly lit.

Lung Dao's gaze stayed on the swaying branches for a while before he looked back. The little girl turned around as if nothing had happened, returned to the desk, and read the last few paragraphs of the chapter slowly. Then she stood up and walked into the kitchen to boil a pot of water. Then he walked into the bathroom.

The sound of gurgling water sounded from the bathroom. After a while, the boiling steam made the lid of the pot jingle. The kettle made a long, high-pitched chirp. The jounin, who was lying sneakily on the roof made of azure tiles of Long Island House, climbed on the edge of the eaves and looked into the house. The kettle was still screaming at the top of its lungs, and the girl who had just put the kettle on the flame still had no intention of showing up. The boiling water gushes out from the gap in the pot lid and flows down the hot metal pot wall, making a popping sound as it evaporates. Kakashi looked at the empty room, hesitating.

It was bad enough that he was discovered lurking at the window of an underage girl who was alone at home at this time. If he broke into that child's house again, even if it was just to solve a safety hazard, he would most likely be treated as a scumbag. Kakashi thought with drooped eyelids. However, the flame that could be extinguished at any time did not allow him to continue to debate whether to sneak into the kitchen of Longdao House and turn off the gas valve for her.

——He even smelled the meaning of waiting for the rabbit. It was possible that this was just a ploy by the Gongjima girl, but Kakashi stared at the closed bathroom door and sighed in surrender after a few seconds.

as predicted.

As the gas valve was turned closed, a gentle sound sounded.

"Teacher, if you sneak into a minor's house at night, you will be arrested as a pervert."

The ends of Rongdao's hair were wet with water and stuck softly to the side of his neck. She stared at Kakashi leisurely, obviously knowing the identity of the person lurking near the mansion from a long time ago. Even though her face was expressionless, there was a rare hint of teasing in the little girl's tone.

Naturally, she would not really regard Hatake Kakashi as a scumbag who followed a young girl and broke into private houses. The silver-haired Jounin who was her tutor at that time looked at the extinguished stove with a sad expression, feeling that he had no love left in his life and that his reputation would be ruined in one day. Even though he knew that this talented student was probably just using his words to deceive him, Kakashi still felt a few heavy stones hitting him and making him hang his head.

He sighed and turned away. Under the clear eyes of the little girl, the worried Jonin finally decided to be frank and lenient, and to tell the truth - after all, it was suspicious to squat at the window of an underage student so late at night, even if it was out of concern for the children of his seniors who had taken care of him for many years. Nowadays, it is really easy to misunderstand the concern of one's own students without explaining it.

"It's always a bit boring to stay at home alone during the New Year. Do you want to go to the festival together, Koizumi?" Finally, Kakashi bent down, keeping eye level with Gageshima, and then invited.