I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

The lunch spot recommended by Godai Hokage is a ramen restaurant called Ichiraku Ramen.

Yile Ramen is a special delicacy of Muye Village. From ordinary villagers to Hokage, they are all regular customers of this store.

At noon, the store was full of customers. If the Fifth Hokage hadn't cleverly asked Anbu to go ahead and take a few seats for him, there would definitely be no seats for him at this time.

"Hey, luckily I have the foresight. But I didn't expect Grandpa Gao Wen to be away, so I took up an extra seat."

More than ten years have passed, and Uchiha Obito is of course no longer the silly boy who was covered in bandages all over his body.

The man walks briskly at every step, looks solemn when he is not smiling, looks mature and reliable, and is not lacking in calmness and majesty, worthy of the name of Hokage.

However, when he smiled, he felt different again.

Walking along this road slowly, almost all the passers-by greeted the Fifth Hokage, with enthusiasm and admiration from the heart, and did not treat him at all because he was a young Hokage.

Obito Uchiha also kept raising his hand to signal to passers-by, always adding a spirited smile, as if he was not Hokage, but just a neighbor who lived nearby and had a good relationship.

"Well, it seems that it has gradually become like this. I was not so popular before."

He talked about his childhood with the "family" he finally met. He said that because he was not concerned, he always tried to make trouble to attract everyone's attention. The old lady who has helped is willing to take care of him and so on.

Although Obito at that time often made troubles, he would do his best to do good things, but almost no one noticed.

Obito is not making trouble now, because he has received unreserved kindness and help from others, and he who survived fortunately is more willing to help those in need than before.

Moreover, because his strength has suddenly increased, the scope of helping others has also expanded, and it is no longer a trivial matter such as bringing a lost grandma home, so his reputation has spread unknowingly.

"Haha, we heard about your heroic deeds before we came here."

Cyril smiled, and followed Obito Uchiha into the agreed ramen shop.Sure enough, the location has been reserved, especially conspicuous among a crowd of people.

After the popular Hokage greeted the people around him and sat down as usual, he jokingly began to count: "It should be after we separated that you became famous on the battlefield. There are also many nicknames given to you by others. , like 'Konoha's Hope', 'Silver Wrist', and..."

"Also, 'Uchiha without Sharingan', huh?"

It was obviously normal, but Obito heard a sinister voice rang out.

Uchiha Obito: "!"

"Ahahaha, I use it, and I use it a lot." Probably because he was under the shadow of being raped back then, Hokage-sama was most afraid of his Uncle Quanna mentioning Sharingan, so he subconsciously faltered: "Illusion is still very convenient. It's just because my Sharingan has only Ergouyu up to now, so I'm too embarrassed to show it."

He opened his eyes in his teens, which is considered early in the Uchiha clan, but now he is still in his twenties and almost thirty, and Obito feels a little bit ashamed.

Ergouyu is a relatively low-level blood inheritance boundary, on which there are Sangouyu, and the highest-level Kaleidoscope Sharingan, which only a few people can upgrade in a century.

Not to mention others, Obito looked through the information in the clan, and knew that Uncle Quan Nai already had Kaleidoscope Sharingan at his own age.

"Fool."

Obito shrank his head, thinking that he was indeed scolded.Unexpectedly, when Uncle Quan Nai heard these words, his mood was so complicated that he couldn't describe it in words.

"It's always been Ergouyu. For you silly boy...forget it, it's a good thing."

Uchiha Quanna finally said so.

The evolution of Sharingan is not simple, it requires strong emotional stimulation, such as anger, hatred, pain, Uchiha's blood successor boundary is so extreme.

His own kaleidoscope came from the death of his parents and brother, as did his brother's.

Although the power of the kaleidoscope is powerful, it has unavoidable disadvantages.The more frequently you use it, the faster your pupil power will disappear, and in the end, you will end up blind in both eyes——

Unless, put on another person's eyes and turn Sharingan into an eternal kaleidoscope.

Uchiha Izumi is like this now.His eyes are better and he can see things. Cyril said that he can fully recover when his obsession is gone, but he doesn't care anymore.

Obito's Sharingan is still Ergouyu, which shows that this kid has not encountered such tragic things as parting from life and death, betrayal of relatives and friends.

It's hard to imagine that there will be a day when he doesn't dislike Ergouyu.

At this moment, Quan Nai recalled the scene not long ago when he forced Bai Jue to take him underground and saw his elder brother who was dying...

The mood suddenly became more complicated, so it doesn't matter if I don't mention it.

This episode was quickly ignored, and the ramen highly recommended by Godai Hokage came loose, with a tangy aroma and a really good taste.

Obito first helped bring the chopsticks, and handed a pair to Uncle Quanna and brother Cyril.

Quan Nai took it quite normally, but what was expected was that Cyril stared at the two long wooden sticks delivered to him, paused for a while, and then stretched out his hand slowly.

He held the long stick in the palm of his hand.

Then—under the shocked eyes of the two people around him, he separated the chopsticks and held one in each hand, with a serious expression on his face.

"Sorry, I made a mistake."

Cyril was on guard, and if you looked closely, you would find that his brows were furrowed, and the line of his lips was involuntarily drawn together.

"The kitchen utensils you use here, I need to... study it first. Is that so, pick up the noodles?"

Two chopsticks, one on the left and one on the right, picked up a pair of thin noodles respectively.The shopkeeper Cyril, who can boil potions, make wheelchairs and build houses with bare hands, is quite powerless with simple long wooden sticks.

He is still struggling whether to eat the left side first or the right side first.Tangled and tangled, the noodles slipped from the chopsticks back into the bowl, splashing a piece of soup, which made the blond young man, who was always neatly dressed and behaved elegantly, even more headache.

Quanna: "Pfft."

Obito: "What! Brother Cyril, you can't use chopsticks!!!"

Cyril was ashamed: "In my hometown, we all use knives and forks..."

'Chopsticks', a tableware from the East, I have heard of, but foreigners definitely don't know how to use it.

"That's right." Obito also remembered that when he was taken care of by Cyril, he used spoons for feeding. "The chopsticks should be used together, like this."

He began to teach, and Cyril worked hard, but obviously the results were not good.

Quan Nai couldn't stand it anymore: "Don't bother, if there is a fork, get him one."

Cyril didn't want to give up at first, but the ramen was almost cold, and the two companions didn't eat a bite, so they were really embarrassed to continue struggling.

He accepted the fork obediently, and began to observe how Obito and the others used chopsticks, determined to practice in private and master this skill as soon as possible.

"It's okay, it's your first time using chopsticks. I learned to use chopsticks when I was young, and I remember learning it for a long time, much longer than you." Obito comforted him.

Cyril, who was being compared with a one or two-year-old child, silently covered his face: "..."

"Hey."

On the side, someone couldn't help it, and made a suspicious sound again.

As soon as Cyril moved his hand away to reveal his eyes, he heard Uchiha Izumi finally smiled unceremoniously: "I thought you knew everything, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid."

"This is really not within the scope of my business..."

The palm moved back again, covering the face, and the ears that the young man couldn't cover were flushed, which was particularly conspicuous.

It was red and raining, and the sun was still rising from the west. The calm and self-sufficient shopkeeper Cyril showed such an embarrassing side very rarely.

Unfortunately, Quan Nai remembered the "festival" that was fooled by this guy without changing his face earlier, and suddenly wanted to take revenge.

Just when the opportunity was brought to his lips, the arrogant Uchiha, who didn't realize that his mentality had also become childish, was moved in his heart, and was about to laugh at him even more bluntly.

"Stop, stop, why don't you two team up to bully my dear when I'm not here for a while—well, Cyril."

A man who was said to have left for something actually came back.

Ignoring the surprised gazes from around, the magician squeezed in and took the vacant seat next to Cyril.

"Injustice! I didn't bully Brother Cyril, it was Uncle Quan Nai——"

Of course, Uncle Quan Nai didn't admit it, but for some reason, he disliked magicians more than cleaning up Obito: "You are quite interesting to talk, Cyril and you are not that close."

When he got to the point, the magician didn't show any abnormality, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and said haha: "Huh? Your Excellency Uchiha Izuna, what are you talking about?"

Those who haven't gotten rid of their full names and honorifics until now are nothing to be afraid of.

As soon as the magician came, the scene became more lively.

Two people were bickering, and Obito occasionally interjected a few words, and Cyril picked up the chopsticks to practice quietly again.

After practicing for a while, he seemed to have found a little feeling. He breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands on the table casually, and listened to his companions with a smile.

Suddenly.

Someone put his own hand on the back of his.

The movement was very light, but the five fingers interlocked with him very familiarly, as if they had done it countless times before.

——He didn't do it on purpose, but subconsciously, he just did it.

Cyril knew.

There were indeed countless afternoons when the sick and weak Duke leaned on the recliner, bathed in the warm and comfortable sunshine, with his right hand lightly resting on the armrest, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Beside him, the magician had just finished telling a story, and looking down at him, perhaps his heart moved slightly.

He took his cold hand.

Hold it once, touch it once, and then it becomes a habit, that's all.

……

This habit, during the period of concealing the name and identity, the magician has restraint.

But for some reason, this time, he seemed to forget.

Cyril quietly looked at the magician's left hand covering the back of his hand.

Their fingers are still clasped together, as if they are intimately attached to each other.

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