My Hokage Journey

"Jounin test?" Lu Ming suddenly realized that his first reaction was not surprise, but that he felt hasty?

Even if his strength is up to standard, but he has no experience at all, how can he reach Konoha's high-end camp in one step?

Although participating does not mean passing, having this qualification has affirmed the person's ability from the side. Whether he can succeed is one thing, and whether he is qualified is another.

It hasn't been long since I became a chuunin, and I'm about to be promoted again?In the previous life, if I had not stayed for a few years to gain some qualifications and achieve some political achievements, there would be no need to think about such things.

What kind of wind did the old village chief blow today? Lu Ming couldn't predict the other party's mentality at this time. It seemed that it would not be good to refuse, so he said tactfully, "Lord Hokage, is this too early for me?"

Most people would still show a bit of shock and joy when they heard the news, even if they weren't gearing up, but Hiruzen Sarutobi didn't see such an expression on the boy's face. Instead, he was more confused. After being the Hokage for so many years , the passive of observing words and emotions has already been fully tapped by him, so there is no mistake.

Every time they meet, the changes this boy shows make people look at him. Sarutobi Hiruzen clearly remembers, from being cautious when they first met to showing his talents during the genin exams, and now, his transformation is even more heart-wrenching. Surprised, his conversation was measured, calm and restrained, and there was no trace of an ignorant boy who was only seven years old.

"One person killed eighteen chunin, plus eleven jounin. This is the battle report from the front line. Why don't you take a look?" Sarutobi Hiruzen pulled out a piece of light yellow letter paper on the table and pointed at it. The boy opposite shook slightly.

The consumption of a war is too huge. Not only the chunin and genin, but also the number of jounin are constantly being reduced. The village now urgently needs the injection of fresh blood. It doesn't hurt to look green on the surface. After all, He has the strength and ability.

Well, after listening to the other party's interruption, Lu Ming suddenly recalled the situation at that time and smiled bitterly.

At that time, he had firmly grasped the hatred and could no longer stop the car. In summary, everything was purely forced by the situation.

What he was thinking at that time was that if he killed one, he would not lose anything, if he killed two he would make a profit, but if he killed a group of people, he would make a lot of money, which was really not as noble as sacrificing his life for the country.

"Young people should always be a little motivated. You won't lose if you give it a try." Hiruzen Sarutobi guided him from the side, just like what business owners often say to their employees: If you work hard, promotion and salary increase are not a dream!

Lu Ming was speechless. He pretended to ponder for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll give it a try." Then he glanced at Sarutobi Hiruzen, "Hokage-sama, if there is nothing else, I want to go home first."

Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded in understanding, "That's right. After being apart for so long, you should spend more time with your family. It was my negligence. I will find someone to inform you of the time and place."

"Hokage-sama, I will take my leave now."

"Go."

Watching the door close gently, Sarutobi Hiruzen was the only one left in the huge office.

He picked up the letter Orochimaru brought him again, glanced over it, and looked directly at the last line. There was such a short sentence that made him want to read it again.

'This is a young man who is more talented than me. I hope the teacher will cherish him! '--Orochimaru.

This sentence kept echoing in his mind and could not be eliminated for a long time.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that the tea on the table had long lost all its heat. I picked it up and took a sip. It was astringent and cold.

Without paying attention, he pulled out another file and looked at it. The photo showed short yellow hair, blue eyes, and a smile that made people feel like spring breeze.

The feeling of hesitation in my heart

Appearing again, would this young man let him try?

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He was timid near his hometown, and even more so near his home. This special mood made Lu Ming wander around the streets, as if he wanted to delay his return home... But he couldn't take a long detour, that would be too pretentious.

Crossing this alley again, his home will appear in front of him, getting closer and closer step by step.

He pushed open the old-fashioned wooden door and shouted, "I'm back!" But he didn't hear a reply.

Frowning slightly, before taking off his shoes and entering the house, he smelled a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

When I came to the living room, I saw bottles of Japanese sake lying on the round table or scattered on the floor, looking messy and decadent.

Such a scene made him sigh involuntarily, and then he crossed his fingers, and with a bang, a shadow clone appeared directly in front of him, "Help me clean up..."

In the desolate Konoha Cemetery.

At this moment, Tanakagawa is looking lonely at the stone monument in front of him. His fat figure has become less bloated now. The uneven stubble on his chin and the deep dark circles under his eyes look a bit decadent. It is obvious that he has not taken care of himself for a long time. .

Seeing several bouquets of flowers neatly placed here, Tanakagawa thought that they must be classmates and teammates who came to visit before.

Then he sighed deeply, sat down again, and said to himself, "Let me tell you, ninja is really not a good profession. Wouldn't it be great to be the young boss of a bento shop? Why do you need to be a ninja? It is dangerous and hard. …”

Tanakagawa just tirelessly complained about all the bad things about the ninja, opening up and releasing the complaints in his heart one by one.

Waves of people came and left to lay flowers at the cemetery, but this middle-aged man was still there.

He didn't know how long it took before he finally stood up and patted his butt, "Son, I'm leaving...I'll see you next time."

As he walked away from the gate, he glanced back, then turned around and walked away...

Wandering aimlessly all the way, he stood at the door of his house ten minutes later and saw the door outside was opened. Suddenly he remembered that he must have forgotten to lock it when he went out.

Tanakagawa speculated nonchalantly, was it a thief? It rained all night, so he really didn't care at this time.

How much worse could it be?

He approached nonchalantly, opened the door, then took off his shoes out of habit, and walked toward the living room step by step with frivolous steps.

What is the taste?

The scene in front of him suddenly made him feel dazed and a little unbelievable.

The room was cleaned cleanly, all the empty wine bottles and garbage left last night were gone, and the room seemed to be ventilated, and the odor had completely dissipated.

There were several plates of steaming stir-fries on the small round wooden table, and they were all dishes he had never seen before.

Red and yellow intersect. Are these tomatoes with eggs? These are pork ribs. They seem to be sweet. I point my finger at the sauce on the plate and taste it...

At this moment, a handsome young man in gray clothes and black hair came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding two plates of hot dishes.

When he saw the visitor, he felt a sense of intimacy and said, "Dad, go wash your hands first. There is only one more dish left and we can start dinner!"

Tanakagawa, who was shocked beyond words at this moment, looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and was at a loss for a moment. After a while, he said one word, "Okay!"