[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

At dusk, Ino followed her custom and took flowers to the hospital to visit Ome, who was suffering from a high fever. At the entrance of the hospital, she met Shikamaru who had just come out from the visit.

"Is Xiaoquan awake yet?"

Shikamaru rested his arm on his arm and sighed lazily and said, "The fever went away last night. It should be a matter of time before I wake up." Mrs. Yoshino specially told him before going out, asking him to bring the freshly made vegetable soup. . Mrs. Longdao took over the task temporarily in the morning and had to leave her daughter in the hospital temporarily. But if I really had to wait until Longdao woke up, maybe the vegetable soup would have been cold long ago. Shikamaru muttered something about how troublesome it was, but Mrs. Yoshino heard it and rushed out.

Earlier, their childhood sweetheart, Long Dao Quan, unfortunately contracted wind-chill when the temperature dropped off the cliff. She had a high fever from the next night and fell into a coma. Lungdao has been sick since he was a child, but he has never had a history of fever or coma. However, Lungdao and his wife are very anxious. There were cracks on the face of Mr. Longjima, who had always been unsmiling. From this small crack, you could vaguely glimpse the soft emotions inside.

Mrs. Long Island is a gentle woman, whose real name is Fukuyama. If you want to use anything to describe her, you will definitely think of flexible rattan first. She speaks softly and treats others as warmly as the breeze in early spring. Mrs. Longdao has a contradictory feeling of coexistence of fragility and tenacity. When you are afraid that she cannot bear the collision, you will suddenly find that she can tolerate a lot of pain. Mr. Longdao is usually stern, except when he gets along with his family, he has a slightly friendly look on his face - this is often overlooked if you don't look into it carefully, which makes him seem a bit inhumane and cold in front of his daughter - this is also consistent with his relationship with his wife. It has something to do with women being poor at speaking in front of them.

It's hard to see the shadow of the two of them on Longdao herself, probably because she looks sleepy all year round. Apart from being demure and calm, there is really no other word to describe her. Fortunately, the Gōjima family is very close to the Yamanaka and Nara families, so Gōjima is not alone because he has no worldly desires. Fortunately, although Lungdao looked a little depressed, he stopped there: he was reticent but good at listening; his expression was sometimes languorous, but he was not really without desires or desires.

After all, when Ino opened the door to the ward and changed the flowers on Romajima's bedside, she happened to sit up slowly. Gongjima still looked a little dazed, with one foot still stuck in his dream. It wasn't until Ino called out her name in surprise that he came back to reality, turned his eyes inch by inch, and looked towards Ino. Those eyes were covered with a soft layer of mist, looking cold and bright.

While Ino was busy calling the doctor, the girl who was half leaning against the bed showed a little doubt on her face and asked aloud: "Who are you?"

To be cautious, Longdao asked where this place was without opening her mouth, but it wasn't until the question was raised that she realized where the sense of dissonance came from.

This is clearly her childhood voice.

Ino exclaimed with disbelief on his face, as if Gōjima had just asked some unforgivable question. The girl stared at Cage Island with her eyes wide open, only to realize that Qingmei, who had just asked the shocking question, was frowning thoughtfully. Her lowered gaze fell on the cold white quilt, and she seemed to be thinking about some serious question. Such a look is rare on Qingmei, and Ino felt a little strange for a moment.

At this moment, thousands of thoughts quickly flashed through Lengdao's mind. She unconsciously lowered her expression and gripped the quilt slightly. Is this the effect of that special spell? If so...it means her spell failed. Thinking of this, Long Dao's expression became more serious, even a little angry. [Zero] is her guaranteed self-destruction technique, and she is fully confident in its lethality. In addition, the attack range is wide, and the distance between her and the special curse spirit is quite close before launching the spell... Logically speaking, there is no possibility of mistakes.

But what if…

Long Dao's face looked quite unhappy.

She couldn't muster the magic power.

"Koizumi? Izumi?" Ino called out to Ome a few more times worriedly, and Kagoshima, who was immersed in his own thoughts, raised his eyes to look at her, "Could it be... that it's amnesia?" Ino murmured, and asked without giving up. , "Do you really not remember who I am?"

Here, Longdao has already considered the possibility of a real-life version of Inception from the way of unlocking other people's spells. She flicked her hand hidden under the quilt and made two seals quietly. One second, two seconds...the surrounding scene didn't change at all.

She frowned incomprehensibly. Before he could figure out what went wrong, he heard the footsteps of strangers coming from the corridor. The nurse who came to check the ward knocked on the door. Seeing that the patient had regained consciousness, a look of joy appeared on his face: "You're awake, and... Are you feeling uncomfortable? Mr. Longdao will come over to see you later. Let's rest in the hospital tonight." Longdao nodded subconsciously, then was suddenly hit by the name of the person just mentioned and sat down unconsciously. He straightened up and his eager movements startled Ino.

"Slow down! Your body hasn't recovered yet..."

It was a title that I hadn't spoken out for many years, but suddenly it became awkward and difficult to pronounce when I mentioned it. She finally chose the more official and formal one. Despite this, Longdao still worried uneasily whether he pronounced it correctly or whether there was indeed such a word in the world: "Father, is he busy now?"

The nurse seemed surprised by her overreaction, but still replied: "Mr. Longdao is on his way to work and is expected to return to the village later today." She showed a look of understanding and relief, looked at Longdao and smiled. Oh, isn't this a good relationship? The nurse thought to herself that although Mr. Gongdao always acted cold and hard in front of his daughter, and occasionally saw the youngest daughter of the Gongdao family being depressed by her father's cold attitude, was her daughter still her father's little cotton-padded jacket?

After the nerves that had been stimulated by high intensity relaxed, Rageshima noticed the overwhelming drowsiness. Even though the current situation is still full of unanswered doubts, Longdao really can't get rid of the cloud of chaos in his mind and think continuously.

"Is there anything else you feel uncomfortable about?"

She shook her head. She happened to catch a glimpse of Ino standing by the bed, looking at her hesitantly. What did this girl just ask her? Longdao thought for a moment, during which fragments of words flew through her mind. The flowers on the bedside are fresh. She picked and organized her words.

"...Ino."

"?" Ino was stunned for a moment. Just when she was about to say something, Kagoshima continued: "The flowers are beautiful."

"You were really just pretending!"

Long Dao lowered his eyes and did not deny it. She showed a tired look and leaned back into the pillow: "I'm sorry, my mental state is not very good today. Maybe it will be better if I sleep another night. Let's see you tomorrow, Ino?"

"That's true, then you should have a good rest...ah, by the way -" Ino, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around, "Shikamaru just left not long ago, and the vegetable soup he brought for you is on the bedside... Yes, that's right. It's at hand, remember to drink it while it's hot, and then go to bed." She smiled at Longdao, her gentle look was very different from when she thought Longdao was teasing her.

The nurse briefly checked Congdao's body, and after confirming that her fever had subsided, she closed the window that had been open for ventilation. After getting through that period of heavy sleep, Longdao's thinking was finally no longer chaotic, and the signal of hunger was officially processed by the cerebral cortex and fed back.

The green vegetable soup is still warm, and the patient's intestines and stomach cannot withstand excessive stimulation. The fragrant and refreshing soup relieves the burning pain caused by hunger. Lungdao lay on the bed, staring at the bright moonlight outside the window, feeling a little confused.

She rarely encountered a situation that she couldn't figure out completely. No matter how complicated the situation was, there were always traces to follow. But now she suddenly ran out of ideas and couldn't figure out whether this was some kind of magic...or if it happened to be reality.

If it’s not someone’s trick, if it’s not someone’s trick...

She closed her eyes, her heart beating so heavily that her chest felt tight and painful.

The next morning, Mr. Lungdao came to the hospital to take Lungdao home. He also had a comprehensive physical examination before being discharged. After the high fever subsided this time, as if to prove that blessings and misfortunes depended on each other, Longdao's body, which had been weak all year round, improved significantly. Lungdao had a dream all night, and fragments of memories were embedded in her mind, interspersed with her original memories.

She didn't remember clearly, but she vaguely recognized that the girl who brought the flowers yesterday evening was called Ino, and she was her childhood sweetheart with Shikamaru of the Nara family. Both Cageshima and his wife were ninjas from Konoha, and she was also a reserve member of the ninja school.

The body without the curse was so light that it was strange to her. She still has short to medium hair at this time, Rongjima thought, it’s like her life has been completely reset, it looks familiar yet new.

A month and a half after Cage Island woke up, the Cherry Blossom Festival arrived. The flowers all over the mountains and plains are blooming vigorously and enthusiastically, like clusters of bright-colored flames. According to the custom of previous years, Tengojima was going to participate in the festival with Ino and others, so even if she was unwilling to move out of bed, she was forced to put on a plain white Yuki Tsumugi embroidered furisode and was kicked out. Looking at the resolute faces of his parents, Longdao kept silent and stopped making meaningless struggles. He drooped his eyebrows and gathered up his longer hair, loosely coiling it behind his head.

She had not participated in the Sakura Festival or the Summer Festival for quite some time. She was alone and uninterested. Occasionally, she would receive calls from the auxiliary supervisor, asking her to rush somewhere temporarily to exorcise the curse that caused destruction. Teacher Gojo did persuade her, telling her to seize the time and enjoy her youth——

"Maybe there will be no chance in the future, Quan."

The white-haired strongest said in an uninflected voice, with some serious persuasion in his tone, as if he was persuading a disobedient, rebellious child. In fact, from the perspective of Rokugan, Longdao is just a child who has not yet fully grown up, but is forced to mature. He advised her to cherish the moment, which was true, but Longdao didn't reply. Her attack was easily neutralized, and Gojo threw her away and slid a short distance away on her back. He seemed to sigh, and his gaze through his sunglasses was fixed on Rageshima for a moment, and then he kicked out her classmates in a relatively short period of time. Three against one did not make Liuyan feel tired at all. On the other hand, the students who were still easily subdued after being dumped several Pacific Oceans of water were really at ease.

He stuffed his pockets and smiled at the three people on the ground who were panting from exhaustion: "Okay, that's it for today - who of you wants to eat Haidilao? Teacher's treat."

"Okay! Long live Teacher Gojo!" someone cheered.

Mrs. Lungdao was overjoyed when she saw that Lungdao had suddenly regained consciousness and her long hair was tied into a bun. She covered her lips and smiled, her eyebrows gentle, and then turned to look at her husband with a tense expression. Looking more closely, Mr. Gōjima's expression actually softened. He coughed lightly, turned his head and asked Gōjima to go look for the Nara family's children outside the entrance. He also asked her not to ask her companions to wait in a hurry.

This expression was all too familiar to Congdao, but at this moment he could faintly taste a hint of softness. She lowered her eyes and responded obediently. The etiquette is thoughtful, half a minute is a lot.

Shikamaru was standing outside the Cage Island house, thinking that Aomei was lazy on weekdays and would probably have to spend a lot of time today, so he had no choice but to make a mental note to go out later next time in order to save the boring waiting time. The next moment, the slandered protagonist opened the entrance door and walked toward him on wooden clogs.

"Wait a minute." She apologized softly.

"It didn't take long...you were quite fast today." The boy muttered in a low voice, and then said, "Let's go, Ino is still waiting for us in front." He turned his head and glanced at Qingmei, and she had a rare prick. The bun—perhaps the handiwork of Mrs. Long Island.

There are many people on the street, and there are many adults leading their children. Beautifully dressed children are following their parents, looking around with curious eyes. The pink and white cherry blossoms are in full bloom, giving the place a warm and solemn feeling. When the flowers are in full bloom, they naturally hang heavily on the branches. A gust of wind shakes the treetops, blowing off the small and tender petals.

A few miles further, the crowd dispersed in twos and threes, sitting under the cherry blossom trees, enjoying food and chatting. Children shuttle among them, and adults they meet by chance, even if they have never met before, will smile and hand over the delicacies prepared earlier. Passing through the densest crowd, apart from pink and white flowers, there are also sparse people dotted among them. Ino and the others had already laid out a moisture-proof mat, and the moisture-proof mat was covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth.

Ino waved to them. She was wearing a thin persimmon-colored furisode today, with a few cherry blossoms on the hem. Choji was munching potato chips on the side. A lot of delicacies have been placed on the moisture-proof mat, and Chouji's snacks account for a large proportion. After the four of them arrived, Longdao also took out the lunch box. Mrs. Longjima’s craftsmanship was excellent, and she especially loved making exquisite and beautiful desserts, which was very popular among sweet tooth lovers. Mrs. Gongjima was afraid that she would not bring enough, so she specifically asked Gongjima to bring the scroll. The scroll was full of things, including cherry blossom green dumplings, water Shingen cakes, thick fish yaki, and matcha daifuku... Just putting them out on the tablecloth was already crowded. Quite a lot of space.

Lungdao couldn't finish all the food by himself, so he often had to share it with many friends, each carrying several small bags - those who didn't know the situation thought it was a souvenir brought back by Lungdao after traveling somewhere. Now that I think about it, maybe Lungdao's preference for sweets was cultivated by Mrs. Lungdao, so that a few years after Mrs. Lungdao left, Lungdao gradually learned to make some sweet, soft and crispy snacks on his own.

To suit the occasion, most of these snacks use cherry blossoms as auxiliary ingredients. The cherry blossoms used in the condiments are the eight cherry blossoms hand-picked by Mrs. Longjima, supplemented by the fragrant and soft glutinous rice. Once you take a bite, the rich aroma of the taro paste melts between your lips and teeth and blends into the mellow shredded cheese.

The boys in the group don't necessarily like to consume too much sugar, and most of them don't like sweets as much as the girls. Therefore, Mrs. Longjima specially made vinegar-pickled kombu and fried tempura, and placed them in the scroll of Longjima. She also used a bamboo basket to hold the washed fruits to relieve the greasiness.

The four of them chatted about various things, from the teacher teaching at the Ninja School to the courses taught by the Ninja School, and then jumped to which barbecue restaurant was delicious. In fact, it was Ino and Choji who spoke most of the time, Shikamaru occasionally joined in the discussion, and only Gōjima listened quietly with a downcast face. Sometimes he raises his head to look at the speaker for a while, and then expresses his opinion in short monosyllables.

In the first month, thanks to Shikamaru's help, she was able to familiarize herself with the content previously taught in the Ninja School in the shortest possible time. From history to practice...even though she doesn't really have much chakra.

Somehow, the topic suddenly turned to the genius of the Uchiha family. Ino's eyes lit up and she leaned forward excitedly, hoping to get affirmation and support from Cageshima. Her voice was high-pitched, even taking it for granted: "Sasuke-kun is really handsome, right, Koizumi!... You boys won't understand!"

Long Dao slowly began to reminisce. After more than a month in the ninja school, Uchiha Sasuke left a deep impression on her - the genius in every group will always attract attention, this seems to be an absolutely testable truth. What's more, he has a good appearance and is extremely talented. So she nodded and confirmed what Ino said: "Yes, that's right."

Speaking of Sasuke, Ino fell into her own world with great interest. While muttering and counting Sasuke's advantages, she cupped her face and imagined how she and Sasuke would fall in love. Shikamaru on the side held his eyelids feebly, barely writing the words "Here we go again" on his face. Choji continued to chew potato chips, and suggested when to go to the newly opened barbecue restaurant for dinner next time... A few minutes later, Ino, who noticed his companion's perfunctory attitude, burst out——

"I! Say! You! We -"

Gōjima quickly picked up a piece of tempura and stuffed it into Ino's mouth. He slowly patted off the fried batter residue on his fingertips under the grateful eyes of the other two distracted companions.

"come on."

She thought for a while and planned to add a sentence, at least to remind her Qingmei to get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible.

"Although I think-" Shikamaru covered the girl's mouth in time, his intuition telling him that this would not be a good thing. The boy's dry and warm palms pressed against Long Dao's cheek, successfully stopping her from talking.

"What do you think?" Ino asked.

"It's nothing."