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On the north side of Konoha Village, there is a street that runs through half of the village from east to west. It was set aside by the four generations of Hokage after the war. That street was used to develop Konoha's economic level, which can be regarded as maintaining the normality of the whole village. A measure of quality of life.

After all, a ninja village cannot be fully supported by ninjas. Besides, when there are fewer war hires, ninjas will have less use for them.

But what I want to talk about now is not to talk about the great policy of the fourth generation who has passed away, but to talk about the proprietress of the izakaya at the east end of this street—Miss Wan Yin.

Everyone in Konoha who loves to drink knows Miss Wanyin. She is beautiful and has a gentle personality. She is a perfect woman who gathers almost all the beautiful things in the world.

However, very few people know the story of Miss Wan Yin before she started this career. After all, no one can connect this woman who seems to be unable to lift her arms and shoulders with those ninjas.

They don't look like the same species.

Ms. Wan Yin's daily life should start with the morning full of the fragrance of flowers and sweetness.

She wants to cross the courtyard with a pond, cook a pot of red bean soup for herself, and then quietly listen to the summer wind shaking the wind chimes,

Start your day with your own red bean soup and the leftover rice balls from last night.

Ms. Wan Yin likes to sit in front of the quiet and deserted hall and watch the doorway with blue curtains hanging down to eat sweet things, watching the morning sun shine on the doorway of her store, and the big elm tree at the doorway casts shadows, The mottled summer flows quietly through here.

Miss Wanyin said hello to everyone who passed by her tavern.Some of them are neighbors, some are travelers who want to pass through here and walk down this street, and there are also Mr. Ninja from the village who hurried to the Hokage Building to submit tasks by stepping on this elm tree.

Swallowing the last morsel of food, the sun was already high. According to the usual times, she should have prepared today's recipe, just ready to open the door to entertain guests.

Pulling back the broken hair hanging by her ears, she put down the blue-bottomed rough porcelain bowl filled with light red soup stains, her light-colored pupils reflected the old wind chime, staring at it in a daze.

"Speaking of which, Kakashi's invisibility technique is getting better and better today~"

The small izakaya is boxy, except for the semi-balcony back kitchen, there are only six tables in front of the hall, and the voice of a woman is particularly obvious in such a small space.

What made the sudden question even more abrupt was that no one answered here.

Miss Wanyin was playing with the spoon that was used with the blue bottom bowl, the beautiful color reflected the woman's slender white fingers, her slightly clumsy movements did not show her skill in participating in the three ninja world wars at all.

Such a woman in small sleeves sighed.

Leaving the annoying cold of winter, the next season is the next summer.

The wind chimes that used to be out of season always made crisp sounds accompanied by people coming and going, but now the wind chimes that have been hanging on the door frame for nearly half a year are gently blown by the gentle wind.The coarse dust particles corroded the rope that was replaced a few years ago.

I'm afraid it will fall down soon. I don't know if you have any luck hanging here again for several years?

She thought silently, and then heard a burst of rapid and heavy running.

The world is a circle, and there are always some similar pictures that are constantly passed from her eyes to her head and slowly overlap together.

The white awn of the morning light split into several strands from the boy's golden hair. When he stopped, the rope of the wind chime that was stared at suddenly tore off the only few filaments, as if he couldn't wait to complete the circle—it swung away. Insignificant 'pop' sound.

The wind chime that had been hanging for several years fell from the door frame and landed in the immature hands of the child.

She didn't have time to speak, and she didn't have time to look at the child's expression, and the memory dyed with the color of sunset swept across her mind in an instant.

At the same location and with the same movement, the hands with the black protective gear gently took over the wind chime engraved with strange patterns blown from the glass.As if the spirit of the wind had been restrained by the throat, the clear and ethereal blowing sound came to an abrupt end.

His silver hair, like his father's, seemed to announce his arrogance to the world, and the face hidden by the black mask left only a pair of ruined eyes.

At first he looked like his mother, then he looked like his father, until finally he was the only one left in this world.

"This is not the place for good children to come."

She spoke softly, with that melodious voice, like singing.

Wanyin Jiaye told the boy standing at the door who was a little stupefied by the wind chimes, the boy had blond hair and blue eyes, and six beard-like marks were carved on his immature face, but the most proving of the boy's identity was the scarring in his body. A large amount of chakra stored.

The woman's eyes dimmed slightly, but she smiled.

Perhaps it was her voice that pulled the other party back from the fright, and the boy who was still holding the wind chime suddenly turned red.

There was a hint of concealed embarrassment in his tone: "What, what! Master Naruto, I am already a mature adult, old lady, I want wine!"

The child patted her chest, as if stealing through an adult's tie and leather shoes, and her pretentious posture made people laugh. She smiled slightly, that is, the degree of hooking the corners of her mouth.

"Is it Naruto?"

"How, how do you know!"

She walked to the door of the store, took away the glass wind chime that Naruto had ignored because of embarrassment, held the obviously younger and thinner hand with the other hand, and led the child into the store.

This could be the first guest of the day, but she won't sell alcohol to children.

"Are you hungry? I'll treat you to red bean soup."

"I—" the child with six beards hesitated to speak.

Her calmness was in stark contrast to the other party's panic and embarrassment, and she tried to arrange Naruto in a clean and gentle way directly opposite to where she was sitting just now.

After tidying up the dishes, they walked into the back kitchen with them. While sizing up Naruto who was making small movements, she put two more pieces of sushi on the plate.

If it was so early, he probably hadn't eaten yet. As far as she knew, the child was an orphan.

"I'm not here to drink kid's stuff! I'm a grown-up already!"

Naruto looked at the rough porcelain bowl and the sushi plate that were placed on the table by those white and tender hands, he lowered his head deeply and couldn't help but think of some things, such as the reason why he came here.

Dressed in a clean and tidy close-fitting kimono, her light-colored hair was the color of ripe ears of wheat, and her hair was divided into three strands and tied on her chest by a hair ornament covered with small flowers.The slender neck is like a swan, leaning on his head and looking at him with a pair of pale water-like eyes with a hint of a smile.

Children are often not particularly sensitive to the beauty or ugliness of adults. What they care about is a feeling.

Uzumaki Naruto felt a little embarrassed.

Naruto looked down at his hand that was easily accepted just now, just holding hands was enough for him to feel the rare care for him in this world.

A mischievous child will not let his heart indulge when facing a woman like Wanyin Jiaye.

"Did Naruto want to steal your lord's wine because of a bet with others?"

This pretty sister asked him so.

"Ah!" Naruto raised his head abruptly, his gaze made him unable to resist: "No... because of me, I want to come!"

Will she know?

He became part of the prank on her. Those people said that he would smash all the wine cans here and make a big scene here. Now, he didn't want to.

The light-colored woman nodded, "It's okay if you don't want to say it, I don't care."

About two days ago, she drove away the half-child who wanted to steal wine from her.

If the child hadn't been instigated by them, Naruto would never have appeared here, either because he had no interest in this place himself, or because the shadow around him would make him regard this place as an ordinary shop.

After all, how could this six-year-old child think that the proprietress of an inconspicuous izakaya is a ghost who has lived for more than 100 years as an excuse?

Therefore, Naruto Uzumaki is a little guest who is absolutely impossible to come.

"Eat it, I like this very much, or do you want to feed it?"

She stirred the steaming bowl with a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of soup.

Squinting his eyes, he evoked a smirk, but a woman with this level of appearance is not annoying even so.

"!"

Naruto stared at her spoon in some puzzlement, his blushing face was a little stiff: "No, no need!"

"Then eat quickly." She held the handle of the spoon, as if waiting for Naruto to take it on his own initiative.

"Well, don't you hate me? They all say I'm..."

She made enough hints, but he still didn't take it, letting the sweet smell get into his nose, but he couldn't lift his hand heavily.

monster.

Uzumaki Naruto has been pointed at by the people in the village all the time, and even he agreed to hurt others just because he would be classified as the same person, if he can get approval——

"Why do you think so?" She looked at Naruto Uzumaki's nervous expression: "You are my guest, and I am here to entertain you. Isn't this a matter of course?"

"Can……"

"If you want to repay, eat all the food and beat up those brats who threatened to smash my wine cellar?" She paused: "I will be grateful to you, Naruto."

Naruto slowly clenched his fists when he heard the words, and she watched his eyes slowly meet hers, the worry and guilt inside slowly became as firm as his father, the blue color was like this Like the sky outside.

This kid really has a nasty face.

She smiled like a ray of light, but she was hiding dirty thoughts, pouring all these malice on a child.

Anbu, who saw everything in his eyes, winked at each other. These are two groups of ninjas who accept different tasks-one is to take care of the heirs of the fourth generation of Hokage, and the other is to monitor the veteran who has retired from the battlefield by the third generation. .

The silver-haired young man looked indifferently at the smiling woman. This was the 13th time he had carried out this kind of surveillance mission in six years.

He knew exactly what was on her mind.

The author has something to say:

On the surface, she is a gentle and pleasant young lady, but secretly a violent woman at heart.

New article "Universal Card Pool [Comprehensive Ghost Slayer]"

Copywriter:

Aoki Mirai has the ability to draw cards in response to his own wishes, and strange things are sealed into cards, whether it is items, people or skills.

This ability seriously exposes her subconsciousness that she doesn't know about every time, and as a result, Shanyi often complains that she is a low-end mobile game, not high-end at all.

Until one time, the hell ghost she summoned stared at her curiously: Interesting, your superpower is the resentment from your previous life sleeping in your body, but so far you have not been swallowed by this resentment, so what made you reincarnated? Persistence to this day?

Aoki Mirai has always felt that he is an ordinary person, but at this moment, a sentence blurted out:

"Yes, everyone died because of this, but I survived—resentment."

So this time, no one wants to destroy everything about them.

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2. The heroine looks like this → the ferocity of a single-celled organism: Oh!

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