Naruto: My Own Wind

Morino Ida risked her life several times to save Sagiri, the young lady, and gradually developed love for her. Although it is cliché, it is very real.

Fuma Sasame clasped his fists and made a gesture of congratulations, "I hope that when I return from my studies, you two can also be happily married."

"Oh! What nonsense are you talking about? We haven't even started yet." Sagiri's blushing face drooped slightly.

"What do you mean by not even a hint? You two are both pretending to be ignorant." Fuma Sasame extended his index finger and put it on the corner of his lips, "Sagiri, you may not remember.

When I was injured that time, you were so anxious that you tore off the corner of your clothes and wanted to bandage me, but you were stopped by the teacher.

So, Sagiri, do you know where the piece of clothing you tore off is?"

Sagiri frowned and was silent for a moment before scratching her head. "Which time?"

Fuma Sasame lowered her head speechlessly. She was defeated by the memory of this young lady.

"Hey, tell me, what about that time?"

"It was in the Land of Stone, at Ichi-no-Shu."

"Oh! It's that time..." Sagiri suddenly felt something was wrong, her eyebrows twisted into a line, "Sasame, what did you say just now? Did the teacher stop me from bandaging you?"

Fuma Sasame thought to himself, "Oh no! I said the wrong thing."

So, she shook her head like a rattle, "Where are you focusing on? I'm talking about the edge of your clothes..."

"We'll talk about the hem of the clothes later." Sagiri crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking like she was thinking hard, "I remember it was that bald old pervert who stopped it..."

Sagiri paused, her expression gradually solidified, she slowly turned her head, her cheeks twitching slightly, "That old pervert...pervert, is he Kazama?"

Fuma Sasame looked embarrassed and nodded cautiously.

After getting the answer from Kazema Sasame, Sagiri suddenly understood one thing. No wonder after they came back that time, when the three of them practiced with Kazama, why were it always her and Morino Ida who got beaten? So that's why.

But thinking about it, Sagiri also felt that it was very reasonable. Who made her and Morinoida so rude and bad at judging people, always talking about lechery...

Thinking of this, Sagiri couldn't help but shudder.

what!

That's not right. How did Fuma Sasame know that the old pervert was the incarnation of Kazama?

So, Sagiri consulted Fuma Sasame.

Fuma Sasame smiled awkwardly at first, then pointed at his nose and said, "Teacher's transformation technique, to be honest, I can't tell whether it's real or fake.

However, he can become anyone, but his taste cannot change. "

"I see." Sagiri nodded calmly.

Suddenly, Sagiri raised her head, with a gossipy and obscene expression on her face, "Sasame, did you take Kazama's clothes and put them on your nose... mmm..."

"Miss, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will decide how you die." Fuma Sasame covered Sagiri's mouth and said viciously.

She pushed Fuma Sasame away, took a breath, and put her hands on her hips, “I really don’t believe that you can decide the way I die.

With your earth escape technique, you can at best bury me alive."

After saying this, Sagiri spread out her hands and winked at Fuma Sasame.

Three seconds later, a pleasant laugh came from the room.

"I'm gonna tickle you to death."

After a while, the two men lay on the ground exhausted again.

"Hey, Sasame, what's going on with that piece of clothing you just mentioned?"

Seeing that Fuma Sasame didn't respond, Sagiri turned around and pushed her with her hand, "Speak!"

"You don't want to listen."

"Who said I don't want to listen?"

"Then why do you always interrupt?"

"I won't interrupt, Sasame, just go on." Sagiri grabbed her arm and shook it.

"Okay, stop shaking, I'm not going to say it."

"That's more like it." Sagiri smiled.

"The corner of the clothes was hidden in Morinoida's arms, and ah..." Fuma Sasame narrowed her eyes and deliberately dragged out the sound. When Sagiri became impatient, she continued, "And he even put it in front of his nose and sniffed it very hard."

When Sagiri heard this, her face turned red. When she thought of Fuma Sasame's last sentence, her heart was beating fast and she was filled with joy.

Seeing Fuma Sasame's sly smile again, Sagiri reached out and slapped her, "Little girl, you dare to laugh at me, what about you, you are..."

Sagiri raised her eyebrows, you know what I mean.

"How did you know that?" Fuma Sasame asked for the second time.

"If you observe carefully, it won't be hard to find out." Sagiri sat up again, "When he's not around, you often lose your focus.

As long as he comes back, you will be full of energy and practice even harder.

Besides, Sasame, you're stealing glances at him more and more often."

At this moment, Fuma Sasame's face turned a light red as he looked at Sagiri, "Sagiri, am I that obvious?"

"Remove the word 'ma'." Sagiri said firmly.

"Really? It seems I'm too obvious. Someone knows my secret again." Fuma Sasame bit his lower lip, showing a helpless expression.

"Again? Sasame, who else knows?" Sagiri immediately perked up, "Is it Date? No, that idiot only wants to become stronger so that he can defeat his jonin brother."

Sagiri frowned slightly, "Could it be Touji?"

As soon as the word Ji came out, Sagiri shook her head, "A single blacksmith, he knows what love is, it's not him."

As soon as Fuma Sasame opened his mouth, Sagiri muttered to herself again, “Kinko and Ranmaru?

Uh…that’s not right. They spend very little time with us at the same time. It’s not them.

Is it Yimu? No, that guy is stuck in the land of comfort. "

Sagiri raised her head suddenly, her eyes wide open, "It can't be Uncle Oza, he..."

"No! It's the Konoha ninja Mitarashi Anko."

After hearing what Fuma Sasame said, Sagiri was so shocked that she sat there in a daze. She didn't expect that an outsider would know it before her. This was really outrageous and she could do nothing about it.

It's my fault for discovering it so late.

Grabbing Fuma Sasame's tender hand, Sagiri seemed to be possessed by gossip, "Tell me quickly, what's going on."

Fuma Sasame was helpless and could only give a brief description.

After listening to Fuma Sasame's narration, Sagiri held her chin with one hand, without saying a word or showing any expression.

Fuma Sasame was a little dazed, not understanding what Sagiri was up to again. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, but she didn't react at all.

"Hey, Sagiri, what are you daydreaming about?"

Sagiri still didn't reply.

Upon seeing this, Fuma Sasame had no choice but to push her to bring her back to her senses.

"Miss, are you thinking about life?" Fuma Sasame said unhappily.

She wanted to listen, so I said it myself, but she didn't react.

"Sasame, don't you think that we girls are a little pitiful?"

"Why?"

"Only girls can see that you like Kazama. Are all these men blind?" Sagiri crossed her arms in front of her chest, her face puffed up again, "Besides, Kazama is even more excessive!"

"Sagiri, you are talking nonsense..."

"I'm not talking nonsense, you have lived with him for more than two years.

Is he a blockhead? Can't he feel anything at all?" Sagiri seemed to be getting angrier and angrier.

"Sagiri, you..."

"No wonder Kazama is still a single guy at his age and has a slow reaction. He deserves it!" Sagiri panted, looking very angry.

Fuma Sasame smiled and patted Sagiri’s shoulder, sighing slightly, “You, Date, Tokichi, Ikki, Oza, including your uncle, you all don’t understand Kazama.

In other words, what you see of Kazama is just the surface."

"surface?"

"That's right." Fuma Sasame's face was gloomy, with a look of heartache in his eyes, "Sagiri, have you ever seen Kazama cry?"

"Will he cry?"

Fuma Sasame nodded.

"How is that possible? I heard my uncle mention that Feng Jian's injury almost cost him his life, and every time he changed the dressing... but my uncle said that he always faced it with a smile."

"Hehe... He wouldn't cry unless he was really sad."

Speaking of this, Fuma Sasame recalled that one night, Fuma was sitting alone in a dark corner, holding a photo in one hand and covering his mouth with the other, with only the sound of tears dripping.