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Another morning.

Kakashi woke up from the nightmare, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his dark eyes looked at the white dawn beside the bed, as if the whisper of the woman in the dream still echoed in his ears.

He couldn't see the face clearly, and he couldn't even remember the voice, but he remembered the woman's cold tears streaming down the back of his neck.

What's wrong with her, so sad?

Because that stubborn feeling was so clear in the dream, even when he woke up, it was because the other party felt trembling all over.

But who is that?

The memory of the other party is blank, as if it was fabricated by myself out of thin air.

Kakashi knew that he didn't want to sleep, he put on his clothes slowly and covered the man's eyes under the darkness again, and then looked at himself in the mirror again.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that peace had already appeared in his eyes at some point, and this natural peace made him seem to restrain his edge a lot, as if he had become a rather stable person at some point.

He tried to put on a smile, then raised his eyebrows and returned to indifference - looking silly, he defined himself that way.

The stiffness from that day was gone.

In the morning, I received white lilies from the flower shop. The white flowers stained with morning dew were gently held by the young man in his hands. As usual, he came to the flower shop prematurely. Although the proprietress complained, the flowers were already too early Ready to go.

Kakashi was walking on the way to the cemetery, looking for the way under his feet through the hazy fog. There was indeed some water vapor today, but it would dissipate when the sun came out.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.Had such a dream today, he always felt uneasy.

Only, maybe coming to the cemetery made him feel more disturbed, because he saw a woman.

In the hazy fog, only a figure in a deep purple kimono could be seen clearly. When he got closer, he realized that the man had a straight back, and his light-colored hair was coiled behind his head. A white neck is even more alluring.

Perhaps he heard his voice, but when the other party turned around, Kakashi realized that he knew this person.

It's the lady boss.

She turned around, with no sadness or joy on her face, a puppet-like stiffness and numbness on her pretty face, until her own shadow was reflected in the water-colored pupils that gradually merged with the mist, the face of the landlady There is only a trace of sorrow on the surface, which belongs to the freshness of human beings.

"Good morning," she said, with a forced smile: "What a coincidence, my lord, do you remember me?"

"Hmm..." Kakashi, who didn't know why he was being talked to, only responded, but secretly, he was still a little happy. It was a very secret feeling that he didn't even notice.

The young man with the mask on his face nodded at her.

"Then, I'll go first."

The woman bent over, with a gentle and bright smile on her face, and the light-colored lip gloss made her whole body shine with a different kind of brilliance.

Watching the other party's leaving back gradually disappear into the mist, he put lilies on the soiled tablet, and he casually glimpsed the tombstone not far away where the proprietress had inserted red gerbera.

Kakashi frowned slightly, just because it said - [Tomb of Uchiha Mirror].

Uchiha will not allow his clansmen to be buried here, Uchiha Obito is just an exception, because his own body has not been brought back.

It's not that Kakashi has never heard of Uchiha mirror's name, but how could an ordinary person have anything to do with the Uchiha family.

Kakashi thought about the appearance of the proprietress who had never been compatible with Uchiha, except for being beautiful, which Uchiha is not double black, but the proprietress is not.

Kakashi couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He didn't know why he felt that he was not attached to the matter of the tavern proprietress, and he didn't want to know her past or her future.

Then, Kakashi started his day again, but when talking to the deceased, the things mentioned in the past three generations flashed through his mind.

In fact, compared to Anbe, Jonin is not bad, right?

Thinking this way, Kakashi remembered that the woman ran the izakaya, and it would be good to go again after this mission is over.

He is 20 years old, and he is old enough to drink.

Thinking of the room full of softness, the inexplicable anxiety even almost killed me when I performed the task today because of distraction.

The child in his team reached out and grabbed him at the time, knowing that he was negligent, so he didn't say anything at that time.

It was only when he glanced at the newcomer's jet-black hair tied up with short white strings that he remembered that it was an Uchiha.

Anbu clearly stipulates that it is not allowed to spy on the identities of colleagues, but a lot of things that can represent a person can be revealed during the battle.

For example, his silver hair and single eyes, or the three black gouyu in the child's red pupils.

He knew that this was a child of the Uchiha family, so what about the proprietress?

Uncontrollable thoughts invaded Kakashi's brain, and he subconsciously thought of his left eye, which also came from the Uchiha clan.

Alas, Uchiha—

Those who lived by force went to perform tasks outside the village, and those who left here did other things.

Some of these people were secretly injured in the process of performing tasks, and some felt that they were powerless, or they had to take care of their families. In short, there were various reasons. Ordinary people together form Ninja Village.

Miss Wan Yin is one of them, and now she is going to set up an izakaya with six tables by herself.At the beginning, I always felt that it was not an easy task compared with the previous days of fighting and killing.

But fortunately, day after day, year after year, she can be regarded as handy.

Now she shuttles between several tables of guests, serving food and wine on the table plate by plate, and by the way, she also sends enthusiastic smiles to the people who come here.

Most of the guests in her tavern are men, and ninjas are the most important among them.

Therefore, there is always a faint smell of blood in addition to the aroma of wine and vegetables.

After Wan Yinjiaye was busy for a while, he began to light a kind of incense on the windows and the foot of the door. This kind of thing has a little smell, but it is very effective in absorbing miscellaneous smells.

She often uses a little towards the end of the meal.

Ji Lai also came back from traveling abroad, the first thing he did was to drink with his old friends, before he came over, he saw the proprietress squatting on the ground and placing a small copper incense burner at the foot of the door.

"Yo! Jia Ye, is the store busy?"

Wanyinjiaye raised her head upon hearing the sound, a strand of blond hair fell from her forehead, and her water-colored glass eyes reflected the appearance of a person like a mirror.

"Ah, what a rare customer~ I didn't expect Jiraiya-sama, one of the Sannin, to come to my shop!"

The woman's voice was very similar to those women in the flower street, her voice was melodious, her face without makeup was full of youthful colors, Zilai also laughed loudly: "Don't dare, Zilai is just a fairy!"

"Then please come inside, the same way?"

"Ok!"

Wan Yinjiaye put down the work in hand, and quickly cleaned up a space in the front hall. At this time, the peak period of drinking and eating had passed, and she walked to the back kitchen with a plate.

When he came out again, Zilai had already found a cup on his own, and took some side dishes at the front desk.

"Really neat." She teased him.

"It's not a new customer, you go to your work first!"

"Okay, then Ziraiya-sama, you can enjoy it."

After speaking, the woman went back to the back kitchen.

Wanyin Jiaye did not expect to welcome an unexpected guest in this last summer. She cleaned up the leftovers left by the guest, and at the same time took out the old-fashioned food that the man asked for before, and put it in a red-painted In the cup of fish.

She and Sannin are old acquaintances, and among them, she is the most familiar with the girl from the Senshou family, followed by Zilai, and Dashemaru is at the bottom.

It's probably a question of war. People with top combat capabilities like them have had contact to a certain extent, so it's not surprising that they know each other.

When Wan Yinjiaye walked to the front of the hall again, the man who was nearly fifty years old was already blushing, obviously drinking too much.

She took a ceramic cup, filled it up for the two of them, held the cup with one arm on the cuff, "Drunk?"

The man laughed out loud: "Hahaha, no, just face!"

"That would be great." The proprietress of the tavern smiled and touched him with a glass: "I haven't started yet."

Ms. Wan Yin's drinking capacity is not low, and she once chose to get drunk in other people's wine jars, otherwise she would not choose an 'izakaya' among the many businesses.

"Come, don't go home if you don't get drunk!"

Wanyin Jiaye leaned on his head with his hands, and followed suit: "But why did you come back? Didn't you say something—'I want to see all the bathhouses in Quannin World'?"

The man's originally dazed eyes froze, "I heard from the third generation that it's that time again?"

"Hahahahaha" This time it was the proprietress's turn to laugh: "It's almost time."

silence.

Dongdong took a few sips of wine: "What is the cause of death this time?"

The blond woman looked at the dazzling sun in the sky, smelled the smell of blood that had almost dissipated, and smiled: "Suicide?"

Ji Lai also smiled along with his white hair: "Do you think I believe it?"

"You know, to me, death is like a crab shedding its shell, and a little snake changing its skin once. Don't you believe me, Mr. Jiraiya?"

"Kaya... But those things left on the crab shell and snake skin will disappear too!" Jiraiya sighed.

"Wouldn't that be great, if you like it or if you don't like it, start over again, besides, I still have the memory~"

"What's there to show off the same memory as watching a movie"

Miss Wan Yin was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her eyes slightly in a concealed manner, and whispered: "Do you think I don't want to live?"

Her water-colored eyes were tinged with irritability, but she quickly suppressed Jiraiya's question because she couldn't hear clearly: "By the way, is there anything special about going out this time, Master Ziraiya?"

"I went out and met Orochimaru this time."

The proprietress stared at the flower drawn out of the white porcelain cup with her water-colored eyes that could not see the waves: "Ah, he is not dead yet, it's good."

"Oshemaru said, counting the time, you won't survive this summer... Then I received a letter from the third generation. I remember he looked for you before he defected."

Zilai is also a meticulous person, Wanyin Jiaye put down the wine glass, and the gentle liquid surface made a circle of ripples, just like her eyes.

"I regret."

"what?"

"Jiraiya, let me tell you, I'm poisoned right now."

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