[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

After all, the back room in the corner of the house was not built. Aoi, who had high hopes and all the good hopes, missed the chance to crawl out from between her mother's legs and be born.

The children who would not be born in this world in the future quietly disappeared from a stream of blood that seemed to flow endlessly. The quiet blood was like his first cry. It was loud, crisp, and tearing apart a corner of his peaceful life. He only glanced at the world roughly and indifferently, and just going through the motions was considered a visit to this world.

At dawn the next day, the ninja who came to seek revenge was restrained and held in front of Mr. Longjima with his face pressed against the concrete floor. Mr. Longdao, who was worried about his wife's condition, had a worried expression on his face and his face was tense. Under a pair of eyebrows that were sinking downward like cumulonimbus clouds, the anger he was trying to suppress almost condensed into rolling thunder and lightning under the clouds. In a room full of adults, there is a little porcelain-white doll. The little girl clasped her hands and stood between the huge black giants. She was not far or near from the culprit who had prevented Aoi Romashima from appearing in the world. It happened that even if he tried his best to explode, he would not be captured. Take the hostage position.

Mr. Longdao deliberately protected his daughter, fearing that if something happened, he might not even be able to rub the girl's skin. The porcelain doll, half-hidden behind Mr. Longjima's robe, didn't even lower its head, staring expressionlessly into the air the whole time. Looking closer, she was like dust in the air, rolling and steaming. It wasn't until she was leaving that the little girl lowered her eyes to look at the man at her feet like a charity, staring straight at him with a pair of dove-blue hanging eyes inherited from her mother. There is no anger that gnashes one's teeth, nor is there ignorance that is ignorant of the world, but it makes people feel chilled to the fingertips. The blue is so bright that it looks like the reflection of fresh snow in the sun.

It's simply terrifying.

Life is something that, no matter how drastic changes have happened not long ago, it still has to go on. The people trapped in it are rolled forward by the wheel of time, raising the smoke and dust that pass by, lightly covering the sky, and it only needs to be blown away by the wind. Those unmentionable past events have become a kind of common pain, which has not been completely buried, but has been vaguely revealed. Like the unclean bones in a boneless fish fillet.

Spring has passed and autumn has come again. The room that was originally expanded by the Yaozi of the Lung Island family was filled with books and scrolls, and now it has been transformed into the exclusive study room of Lung Island.

It has been more than two years since the night of the Uchiha genocide that shocked Konoha, and the surviving young master has become increasingly taciturn. There were some rumors in the class. Overnight, the little genius who was originally from a famous family suddenly fell from the sky to the ground and became a lonely little pitiful person. A stark and dramatic contrast. Some people rejoiced in others' misfortune, while others expressed pity and sympathy. Girls of this age will always be more curious about the mysterious person of the opposite sex, and want to get closer to explore, but are forced back by the other person's indifferent and inhumane attitude.

During the two-person combat session in the Taijutsu class, even if a specific partner was drawn, Sasuke would walk away without saying a word and would not look back no matter who called him. Lungdao had no partner, so he raised his eyelids without motivation, looked at the back of his partner who was still wearing clothes embroidered with a flame-embroidered fan, and then wandered to the side to take a rest under a tree.

The days flew by like this.

Lungdao hasn't grown much in stature in the past few years, only his hair has grown longer and longer, and cut off again and again. Unless asked by her parents, the little girl rarely talks about her school results. Even when she does, her tone is calm, as if she is not talking about her proud achievements. The father and daughter on Longdao spend most of their time alone, and the huge house feels like it is divided into two distinct worlds.

March 5th, early spring.

This is the first time Kakashi has set foot in the Cage Island House since the last mission with Mrs. Cage Island. Under the earnest request of the Longdao couple, he accepted the request to teach the Longdao family's youngest daughter.

"I will try my best," said the jounin who is now a graduate of the Ninja School, glancing at the spinning Edo wind chime outside the window, "Does that kid know about this?"

"I was planning to tell her after you agreed," Mrs. Kagoshima replied with a smile, "Anyway, thank you very much, Kakashi-kun."

"Senior, you're welcome. If the child accepts it, let her go to the top of the mountain to find me at 5:30 in the morning in two days." Kakashi said goodbye to the Cage Island couple. The Ninja School had not yet finished classes at this time, and the streets were extremely quiet and peaceful. Kai yelled at the dumpling shop again, calling Kakashi to come in and chat and party with his colleagues, while the silver-haired Jonin once again turned a blind eye and walked by...

Her future teacher was late to her first day meeting. Lungdao, who had almost climbed to the top of the mountain, dozed off with half-closed eyelids on his shoulders. The white fish belly on the horizon has completely swallowed up the nearby gray and black shadows, leaving only a pale white crescent like a half-moon mark alone embedded in the day.

In terms of punctuality, he is even more unreliable than a certain white-haired teacher in a high school. He should have slept more if he had known. Congdao thought about it one after another.

"Hey, morning."

The little girl looked at the young man who suddenly appeared with a "bang" sound - one of his eyes exposed outside the mask was bent into a crescent moon, as if he didn't even realize that he had been left hanging on the top of the mountain for almost two hours - and reminded him loudly: " The teacher is late."

"Well, I met an old lady who was lost today..."

"...Oh, does my mother-in-law live outside Konoha Village?" Kakashi forcefully tasted some hidden disgust in the little girl's eyes. She lazily raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then answered the words in an obedient tone. But it was so smooth that there was no ups and downs at all, "Kakashi-sensei is really a good person who is willing to help others."

If it weren't for this face that resembled the Longdao couple, no one would believe the girl in front of them was the only child of the Longdao family. Even if they said she was the child of a distant cousin of the Longdao couple, no one would believe it.

Kakashi had observed the child beforehand. The speed of forming the seal was quite fast and standard. He was so skilled that it was like a conditioned reflex engraved in the genes after practicing hundreds or thousands of times. He could complete it with muscle memory without thinking. However, the amount of chakra is quite mediocre among his peers, even slightly inferior. The biggest problem, according to Mr. Gongjima's feedback, is that although the girl is fast in forming seals, she always seems to hesitate for a moment before mobilizing chakra to activate the ninjutsu. This kind of problem is quite fatal in actual combat. If it is not solved early, this child will one day die because of this hesitation.

The Jonin looked at the sky, thought for a moment and said, "Then let's start with controlling chakra today..."

The little girl didn't refute, she raised her eyelids and stared at the orange cover in the Jonin's hand. Staring at him, Kakashi closed the book with a snap, and the 10/8/forbidden mark, which looked suspicious no matter how it looked, poked out from between his fingers. Rongdao's gaze stayed there for a while, and then he turned to look at the young man who was pretending that nothing happened.

"Well, this is not a book for children."

This time the disgust in the little girl's eyes seemed more obvious. For a moment, Kakashi had a premonition that something heart-wrenchingly angry was about to come out of her mouth, but this bad premonition did not come true. Rongdao's mouth moved slightly, then breathed quietly and stopped moving. The little girl groaned without enthusiasm and asked, "So what are you going to do next?"

She calmly licked the roots of her teeth and swallowed the words that appeared for a moment back into her stomach, and fatigue once again invaded all her thoughts. Longdao didn't think that the book was a big deal. In the past, restricted comic books were not uncommon in bookstores - it was not an illegal industry chain after all. It was normal for adults and teenagers to have such needs.

A visual inspection of this Jonin's age shows that if he doesn't even know what the restricted level is, he is either too innocent or has dysfunctional functions.

Kakashi found a seat a little further away and leisurely watched his new apprentice practice. He drooped his eyes, and after a while he took out the book "Intimate Paradise" from his bag and looked at it. His eyes occasionally crossed the page and fell on Congdao. It didn't take long for him to secretly make some basic assessments of the little girl.

The little girl's slightly longer hair is tied into a small knot on her neck, and it curls up and down slightly when the wind blows, like a tit tail. She is about to turn ten years old, and her body is so thin that people think she is malnourished. If the wind is stronger, she will be blown away - maybe she uses all the nutrients she absorbs as nutrients to accumulate strength and grow taller. After breaking through the ten-year-old barrier, he started to grow as fast as a small tree. Her childhood was transformed into strips of growth lines that were paler and brighter than her skin color, engraved on her legs, like snake sloughs or polarized scales. Kakashi couldn't help but sigh that time flew by - since the last time he escorted Mrs. Gageshima due to work reasons, Mrs. Gageshima insists on going because of her previous friendship with her father Sakumo and the reason "Kakashi-kun has been a great help." Invite Kakashi to sit at the Cage Island house.

Xiaolongdao was less than two years old at that time. He was a small ball, lying on his bed with his face wrinkled and his hands and feet curled up. His new hair looked as soft as cotton, his head was spinning around, his eyes were wide open, and he was extremely curious about everything around him. No matter whether they were strangers or acquaintances, they all babbled, and a few simple words with little connection popped out from between the teeth. I don't know what they said. Xiaolongdao's eyes were surprisingly bright, as if they were undusted gems, as bright as the rising sun.

But it was also an instinctive and almost cold curiosity.

Xiaolongdao's emotions are very simple. He cries when he is hungry, screams when he is hungry, and giggles when he sees something happy. The white and fat little fleshy hand slapped the mother's face with a slap, and she called her mother softly with a milky voice, which made the coaxing person smile with joy and half of his heart melted.

That was a child born in the Heian era.

The little child was nestled in his mother's arms, staring at the strange boy at the door with his big eyes.

"This is Kakashi-nii, mom's savior."

Who knew Xiaolongdao's lifesaver? She stared at the boy in confusion, suddenly grinned, and blew a snot bubble with a pop. I also read it after my mother. The word "Kakashi" was rubbed into her mouth, rolled in a circle, and sounded like "Kakashi", but it was covered in frosting.

The young ANBU boy looked helplessly at the smiling girl with crooked eyebrows - the corners of the girl's eyes were pointed and her smile looked like two crescent moons - so he also smiled at Xiao Longdao, who had his face turned upward. Listening to the name belonging to the little one being read out by her mother, three short syllables bounced from her lips and teeth and fell to the ground, falling into a crisp smile, shattering into colored glass slag from the Edo wind chime, splashing on the tongue and turning into amber. The syrup melts into the bright spring light. Even if you just read these three syllables, you will associate them with purity, innocence, and carefreeness, and the rhyme cannot be compared with the chaos of war and the separation of life and death.

I don’t know what my savior meant, I don’t know the countless separations between life and death that I have passed by, and I don’t know what war is or what death is.

Very different from Kakashi himself.

"Death is the loss of life." The girl in his dream replied lightly, as if reading the notes in a dictionary word by word. He almost reflexively thought that she had never experienced war and death, and was a lucky person who was born at the right time. However, her tone was so matter-of-fact that she wanted to see through his thoughts at a glance, so she continued, "As for me, I just want to live as long as I can."

They were silent in unison. The wind chimes hanging by the window were blown by the wind, and the skylarks were singing in the distance. The connection between souls was still tight at this moment, and he could almost vaguely hear the other party's slight breathing. What's the weather like over there, and does she really exist? Kakashi had no answer. He could only vaguely believe that this was not his own random imagination.

"Don't tighten your wrists so tightly." She didn't know who she was reminding. As soon as she had time to curl up her tail and slip away in the air, she was caught by a careless yawn. She grabbed the fine hairs on her tail and put her delusion to death. The escaped syllables were packed and dragged into Zhouzhuang's dream.

In the blink of an eye, seven years passed. The little bean sprouts that were originally less than the height of an adult's calf have grown into slightly larger ones, vaguely showing signs of growing arms and legs in the future.

Kakashi closed the book: "Okay, that's it for chakra control..." He reached out to touch the bell hanging on his pants pocket, paused for a moment, then put it down again, and then announced the next mission of Cage Island, "You are now Your mission is to get the bell from me in the next day. You can use taijutsu, genjutsu, and ninjutsu as you like, but you can't do it if you only use taijutsu... I don't need to emphasize this point. "

He saw the little girl's eyes falling on the two small bells. He waited for a while to confirm that Longdao had figured out what needed to be done before speaking again: "Well, it's already this time. Let's go eat before we start. "Hearing this, Longdao raised his head and saw an iconic smiling face. The little girl looked at the teacher in front of her, then at the deserted woods on the top of the mountain, and intuitively had a follow-up to her words.

"Then first... let's go down from here." Sure enough, the silver-haired Jonin pointed at the steep cliff next to him and made the final decision.

The surface of the cliff is smooth, and there are not many protruding stones that can be pressed against. Once she loses her grip, she will fall directly. What awaits her may be an impact from the hard ground - although the man entrusted by her parents to be her teacher will definitely not let it go. She lost her life. When she was still more than ten meters above the ground, the little girl staggered, and the chakra that had been condensed suddenly seemed to be scattered by something, and she fell straight down. The jounin who was on guard behind her adjusted his posture, steadily caught her falling body, and then brought her to the ground. By the time Cageshima's feet touched the level ground again, she was covered in sweat and had very little chakra left.

The jounin looked at her with his eyes lowered. After letting her stand still, he took a few steps back, leaving only one hand to hold her shoulder. A posture of being at ease.

"Are you okay?" Kakashi asked. The little girl reacted very quickly and was ready to receive her body before she was caught. Although there is still some distance to climb the entire cliff, it is already much better than he expected. Longdao shook his head. "Then let's take a good rest while we go to eat. Can we continue today?"

"No problem." Longdao answered quickly and clearly. Kakashi couldn't help but take a second look at the little one who was up to his waist. Although his chakra was almost bottomed out and his body was trembling slightly, he still didn't hesitate at all.

When he came into close contact with the child, the thinness that was previously visible to the naked eye was more directly reflected. Only a few kilograms of meat were hanging lightly on the little girl's body. He could almost feel the slightly protruding bones pressing hard against her through several layers of fabric and vest. His chest was like the sharp corners of the text, as raw as the translation with twisted teeth.

The bright curiosity and stained glass-like innocence that originally burned in the eyes of Xiaolongdao, who was just over one year old, disappeared. What is left is a vast ocean - the vast ocean swallows up the sun, and the temperature of the infinite burning fireball is cooled down, but the light refracted through the sea is still bright.

Unyielding and determined. The shadow of Mrs. Longdao can be vaguely seen.

This was Kakashi's first impression of this new student.

Of course, in the next half day, Longdao didn't grab the bell. When the sun was about to set, Kakashi sent the little girl, who was too tired to move a finger, to the door of Gojima's house. Before Gojima entered, he turned around and rushed to the Jonin to say goodbye obediently.

Mr. Longdao thanked him again and asked if his daughter had caused him any trouble. The little girl was watching him through the glass upstairs. After Kakashi answered Mr. Gongjima, he looked up and saw a small face on the window, so he smiled and raised his hand to say hello.

The days flew by.

In the middle of the next month, Mrs. Long Island officially returned to the third detachment of the reconnaissance force.