[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

Not long after the faucet was turned on, the water pipe began to gurgling, thundering, raindrops, and small earthquakes were heard twice, and the water column at the faucet's mouth became muted - like a passionate orator, or just scolding in anger. I was looking at someone, and I forgot my words in the excitement - the nozzle rang for a long time, and only two drops of water came out pitifully.

He was so angry that in the end he became silent.

Genjian just rinsed the foam off his hands, but the faucet stopped running. It was probably due to maintenance of underground pipelines that the water supply was temporarily cut off. Fortunately, residents were well prepared and their daily lives were not affected at all. Since the establishment of Class 9, he has been free for some time. At first glance, those three little cubs seemed quite reassuring. They couldn't find a focal point to stir up dissension, but they were far from being integrated. Inoue Haruki, the person in charge of the atmosphere, fully plays the role of the lubricant of Team 9 and is committed to closely connecting the companions; externally, Shiranui Genma makes full use of the division of tasks to get the three of them familiar as soon as possible.

But Xiaolongdao, who looks sleepy all day long, doesn't really buy it. It's not that I refuse to cooperate, but I don't really buy it. Fortunately, although it is slow to warm up, the little girl has gradually begun to integrate into the class.

It’s also beautiful.

However, Xuanjian always felt that the expression on her face was slightly similar to that of an acquaintance.

When Xuanjian met the man from the same period, the rain outside the house was about to be evaporated by the sun. The Jonin in charge of Class 7 said hello to Genma, who seemed to be out for a walk as well. Only then did Genma suddenly realize where the inexplicable feeling of familiarity came from - their listless energy was exactly the same, but the little girl was obviously more similar to Kakashi in his teenage years.

——The one before the incident at Kanna Bridge.

What does that saying mean? Maybe this is the so-called saying that like a teacher, like a disciple?

Here, Kakaxi just passed by the old house of the Fukuyama family, a sweet shop that was recognized by the neighbors as a skillful dessert shop. Ever since Madam Dalongdao returned to the Third Division and resumed her intelligence work, this old house had been gathering dust again. Although there are people cleaning up every now and then, it is still deserted. It is such a sharp contrast compared to when the dessert shop was open in the past that it is even sad. Sometimes when I pass by Fukuyama's old house, I seem to be able to vaguely see the precocious genius of the Uchiha family behind the hanging curtain. The old hexagonal wind chimes jingled on the edge of the door and sang, and the sweet aroma of butter, caster sugar and freshly baked bread floated far away, seeming to smoke the air of the entire street into crystal syrup. When I came back to my senses, I realized that there was no fresh butter, no freshly baked bread, and no smiling dessert shop proprietress. There was only fine dust and old wind chimes with dumb voices.

The new batch of little Douding also graduated from the Ninja School and were assigned to different classes. This also means that Kakashi's teaching duty to the little girl from the Gongjima family has come to an end for the time being. At least for now, the teacher-student relationship between them has turned into a former teacher-student relationship.

In fact, Xiaolongdao is definitely not a student who would cause trouble to others. It would be better to say that her ability to make people worry is so proficient that it makes people worry. She is always silent, and no matter how many new wounds, large and small, you can't hear a complaint from her mouth. Put it on a little girl who Kakashi thought had delicate skin and tender flesh, and a small red plum blossom would bloom on the flesh if he pinched it lightly. It would probably make her cry because of her grievance. Although both Longdao and his wife were ninjas, Xiaolongdao, who was born with a delicate nature, did not seem to be able to meet the definition of a ninja. She was so well protected, hidden among the walls of piles of books. She was smart beyond that age, and was full of unguarded curiosity about everything.

In my impression, Xiaolong Island should not be associated with the ninja school. Even if it grows into a dodder flower that needs to rely on others to survive, it will never exceed Kakashi's expectations.

But when I saw the little girl again a few years ago, she had a dull expression on her face. It's hard to say whether it was inherited from his unsmiling father or a mutation from his gentle and tough mother. He looks lazy at ordinary times, but he never frowns even though he is tired and in pain during training.

Kakashi declined Mrs. Longjima's dinner invitation, politely saying that he did not contribute much to Xiaolongjima's rapid progress and that the little girl's own talent was not bad. Upon hearing this, Mrs. Longdao just smiled with emotion and looked at him with a warm expression. The senior he had been assigned to protect twice had a motherly brilliance in his demeanor.

This senior has always taken good care of him.

Shortly after Kakashi led a team to support Mrs. Gongjima's third team, which escaped the pursuit, Mrs. Gongjima, who had just recovered from her injuries, received a new mission and rushed to Chuitama Village without stopping. This name Kakashi had also heard a little bit when he was in Anbu. It was located in a remote village in Yuno Country. Three years ago, rumors about a terrible curse broke out there spread like wildfire. The tense atmosphere of wartime has not dissipated, and many countries and villages are still surrounded by soldiers. Chuiyu's strange movement sounded doubtful at first, but somehow it caused a panic and uneasy commotion among the top leaders of various countries, like sounding a silent siren, reminiscent of the low-pressure dark clouds before a storm. The Country of Yu is adjacent to the Country of Fire, and with the belief that it may be the ninjas from one side who are causing trouble, inaction may be harmful but not beneficial. Konoha, as the Ninja Village of the Country of Fire, dispatched a small team of elites to Chuitama to investigate the incident. .

The people who knew about it had hidden solemn expressions on their faces, but no one gave any explanation for this. Every day, the sun and the moon go around and around each other as usual. The shops on the street are still bustling with people, and the faces of the unsuspecting people are filled with the same comfortable expressions as on every ordinary day. No one knew that a three-person investigation team had quietly set out for the distant Chuiyu Village before dawn one day.

The unsettling atmosphere that came without warning quickly disappeared, just as silently as when it first appeared. Just when Kakashi almost forgot about the team secretly dispatched by the third generation during missions, he met Mrs. Cageshima again.

This meeting was nearly sixteen months after the last support mission ended.

The boy had just finished his night patrol when he was summoned to the Hokage Tower by the ANBU who suddenly appeared at his door. Before the leftovers on the dinner plate had cooled down, the owner threw them away, put on the fox-face mask and hurried to his destination. The Anbu who conveyed the news were quickly dismissed, leaving Kakashi on one knee, lowering his upper body and waiting for the Sandaime's orders.

From the moment he entered the Hokage's office, he noticed a subtle iron smell in the air. Sarutobi smoked his pipe and announced that Kakashi's new mission was to protect one person. Kakashi followed Sarutobi's wishes and looked to the side. The man was wearing a jounin's green vest and a gray-black cloak. It looked like he had experienced a long and difficult journey, and the fabric was frayed to the point where it had fluffy edges. Probably because of the Sandaime's signal, she took off her hood and took off her mask with one hand——

A surprisingly familiar face appeared.

It was Mrs. Longdao who was ordered to sneak into Chuiyu sixteen months ago.

It was completely different from the meticulous look of the past. Although the woman's expression was still calm and calm, she looked really embarrassed. If she hadn't nodded slightly, showing a familiar look that she hadn't seen for a long time, Kakashi would have hardly recognized that the woman in front of him who seemed to have rolled back and forth in the mud puddle for several times was the same person as the lady he met last time.

Konoha Hospital secretly received the injured patient and placed her in an intensive care unit under strict protection by ANBU. It wasn't until Mrs. Longjima had completely recovered that she had the chance to step out of the hospital. During this period, no one was allowed to visit except the ANBU who knew Mrs. Longjima had returned to the village and the medical ninja who were responsible for taking care of the patients. The news that Mrs. Gongjima had completed her mission and returned to Konoha was tightly covered up. Even her husband and daughter were kept in the dark without exception.

This important member of the intelligence center accepted this arrangement quite calmly.

It was not until the day when Mrs. Longdao was officially discharged from the hospital that the news of her return was passed on to people who knew her. In name, it was just an ordinary exploration mission, and Chuiyu's name was not mentioned at all. However, under the calm surface, the third generation's previous task of entrusting Kakashi to protect Mrs. Cage Island has not been withdrawn.

In line with the principle of not questioning or prying, Kakashi fulfilled his duty to secretly protect Mrs. Cage Island. Probably taking into account the rule that "anbu should not take off their masks during missions", Mrs. Gongjima always gave him enough space with great consideration, even though the iconic silver hair could not easily make the identity of the owner obvious.

The Long Island couple are both working ninjas, so it is inevitable that they will receive assignments at the same time and have no one to look after them at home. At this time, the little girl from the Longdao family would be sent to her childhood sweetheart, the Yamazaka family. When Xiaolongdao grew older, she spent most of her alone time in the study room with bookshelves on three sides of her home, absorbing a steady stream of nutrients.

She could have been playing in the streets with other children in the village, but unfortunately at the end of the year, a sudden and unknown injury knocked her down.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" The little girl looked up at him, her clear eyes like two clear blue lakes. The destined disaster at the end of the year is still hanging high in the air and has not actually come. Her face is still glowing with the healthy pink color that was kneaded into the porcelain white flesh from her mother's womb, which is worthy of the best rouge and gouache. At this time, the shadow of the calm and precocious wisdom of the little girl from the Longdao family in the future is not very obvious. Compared with the precocious geniuses in the past, the current little girl is still like a simple blank sheet of paper.

The dragonfly hovering on the boy's fingertips flew away.

Xiaolongdao has noticed the fox-masked boy in the backyard for some time. The young man was wearing a fox mask with red stripes on a white background, squatting half-crouched on a tree. His silhouette could be seen from the study on the second floor. The natural curiosity of a child tickled her heart. It was rare that she could not calm down to read, and peeked across the pages. The words in the books were running around restlessly, and they were all messy when read, and no decent meaning could be made out. The little girl simply closed the book, stepped on her clogs and ran into the backyard.

The fox mask lowered his head and did not answer her question. The little girl was not discouraged. From that day on, a new task was scheduled on Xiaolong Island's schedule - to disturb Kakashi by talking to herself every day, as if she was committed to getting him to open his mouth to talk to her: the content was not about the hospital The birds in it have built a new nest, which is what story was told in the book just now.

At this time, Kakashi hadn't heard that voice for a while. When he saw her every night, the girl looked exhausted - as if she hadn't been next to a pillow for three days and three nights. They reached some kind of consensus, never mentioning each other's past, and instead talked about insignificant and light things, and occasionally they would talk loudly and naturally.

On Kakashi's twelfth day at the Cage Island Residence, the little girl didn't chase him like the previous days. Without the hundred thousand whys that had always been nagging in his ears, the young man's ears were much clearer, and he was even a little uncomfortable.

As for Xiaolongdao, she discovered a nest of newborn chicks under the eaves earlier. The mother bird had gone somewhere, and the chicks, whose feathers had not yet fully grown, were chirping hungry in the nest. Leaning out half of the body from the study window, he could just touch the weeds at the bottom of the bird's nest. The little girl carefully leaned on the window sill, pulling on the window lattice and trying to rescue the abandoned nest, with almost her entire upper body hanging in the air outside the window.

Not even close. The little girl stretched out her arms and hooked the branches protruding from the bowl-shaped nest. While trying to level the bird's nest, he moved his hand that was holding on to the window frame half a minute forward. He was so nervous that there was a thin layer of sweat on his hands and back.

The bird's nest moved a little more. Xiaolongdao breathed a sigh of relief and planned to shrink back into the room little by little. Probably due to a moment of relaxation, the little girl's center of gravity shifted, and she fell down while stepping on the air——

The little girl shrank her head and closed her eyes subconsciously.

Kakashi saw this thrilling scene as soon as he turned his head, and he quickly caught the little guy who was falling down. The little guy nestled in his arms, shrinking his neck cowardly. After a long time, he tentatively and furtively opened one eye and glanced up and down, left and right.

Probably realizing that she had been saved, she raised her head and gave the boy a silly, slightly embarrassed smile.

The young man opened his mouth, wanting to ask what the little girl was up to. But immediately, his eyes were attracted by what the little guy was carefully protecting in his arms. Xiaolongdao followed his gaze and lowered his head, holding up the small animal in his hand like a treasure.

They were a few little sparrows that had not yet fully grown their feathers and looked a little ugly. He must have been starved for quite some time, and his cries sounded pitiful. The boy who was used to seeing blood and filth under the bright and beautiful appearance in the dark department was suddenly struck to the core by the unadulterated kindness of a child and was speechless for a moment. Through a layer of mask, Xiaolongdao couldn't see the expression on the young man's face. He could only vaguely glimpse the mask owner's eyes through the only two small holes.

The inexperienced little girl couldn't read the look in the boy's eyes, but she just had an intuition that it might be some kind of positive emotion, so she smiled like a little fox and narrowed her eyes. Kakashi put the child back on the ground. Xiaolongdao, who landed safely, thanked him politely and then ran back to the house. From this day on, the few baby birds that stayed at Lungdao House officially became the guests of the little master of Lungdao House. It wasn't until half a month later that it had grown wings under the careful care of the little guy, and the little girl reluctantly released it back to the field.

The little girl remained quite curious about him, a stranger who had returned home from her mother who had not heard from him for more than a year.

One day as evening approached, the little girl said goodbye to her playmates and had already climbed the penultimate step in front of the entrance. Suddenly she stepped back into the yard with her clogs on her feet. Xiaolongdao waved to the young man, telling him to bend down, and then mysteriously leaned close to his ear, his eyes twitching. Like a small animal that has found a treasure. She lowered her voice: "Are you an ANBU of Konoha?" After a while, the boy in the fox mask was defeated by the little one's eyes. Xiaolongdao's face lit up with admiration and excitement when he answered in the affirmative, "Cool! I want to be someone like you in the future!"

Kakashi was stunned by the little girl's innocent speech and was momentarily speechless. It took him a while to find his voice. He wanted to tell the little guy that it was better to find a better ideal. Before he could make a sound, a hand was placed on Xiaolongdao's shoulder.

"Then you have to work hard, big brother is very good." Mrs. Gongjima said with a smile, while winking at Kakashi.

...

Three months passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, not only were there no enemy attacks as expected by Konoha, there was not even the slightest sign of anything going wrong. So Kakashi's mission ended on such a calm day.

It’s more like a vacation than a mission—a paid vacation with some babysitting duties attached. Before leaving, Kakashi felt someone gently tugging at the corner of his clothes. Xiaolongdao asked him with some concern: "Will you come again?"

Xiaolongdao's birthday is half a month away. She really likes this fox-masked ANBU boy. Children of this age are too easy to become dependent on others. Kakashi couldn't give the child an accurate answer. Mrs. Longdao came to his rescue in a considerate manner, took the little girl's hand and said goodbye to him. The little girl less than three feet tall held her mother's hand pitifully, watching the boy's retreating figure with her round and bright eyes, reluctantly squeezing out words of farewell from between her teeth - it seemed that Almost crying.

But he still couldn't make it to the little girl's birthday.

At the same time, for Longdao Quan, everything changed since that August 17th.