Anbu Biography

"What's next?"

"What are you going to do next?" Kakashi asked.

The number of swords here has increased to the point where they cannot live. Qingyan's temporary emergency method is to allow everyone to live in nearby buildings in a free combination, and also directs the swords to urgently pack out a group of houses that can live in.

But it certainly can't be a long-term move... And, no matter what, the words in this guy's memory make people very concerned.

"Sasuke left me something at his house."

Kiyohiko took a thin paper package from Yamato Morita's hand, and opened it in front of Kakashi - those years were all the title deeds in the assistant's current possession, a bunch of old keys, and a brief , obviously looks like a small note left in a hurry.

"It's all up to you, use it as you like (ごFreedomに)."

"—It would be better to tilt Fukiya at an angle and use it with dioptric illusion... I think so."

Seeing this sentence, Qingyan suddenly remembered the only remaining intersection between himself and Itachi.

"As expected of a brother."

This exclamation came out subconsciously: "They are all people who are very considerate of others."

Dinner is fried mackerel, ochazuke rice with chicken and kelp, and pickles made with butterbur and daikon radish.Now that the swords have a large population, they no longer eat in the same room as Kiyohiko, and as a god judge, he is quite used to laying out the tableware in the attic and sitting opposite Kakashi.

"Don't you hate it?"

Kakashi lowered his head, looking very focused on poking the fish in front of him with his chopsticks: "About Itachi—after all, he did something that should be unforgivable to you, right?"

"If I were 12 years old like Sasuke this year, I would probably hate it so much."

Qingyan imagined it: "Use all the power I can mobilize to chase him down, and it happens that these swords are difficult to be affected by illusions; after accumulating experience in missions again and again, even in dreams, I fantasize about beheading the other party. At that moment... a 12-year-old me should have done that."

"But you're 25, what do you mean?"

Kakashi tilted his head, covering three-quarters of his face, making it difficult for people to determine what kind of expression he was showing.But anyway, guys from Anbe are very good at managing expressions, probably even if the whole face is exposed, it is difficult to read any useful information from that face.

"For a 25-year-old adult, when encountering anything, reason should be ahead of emotion-especially a ninja who can live to be 25 years old."

Kiyohiko smiled, and then his expression returned to a serious look: "For example, although I only spoke a few words with Itachi, I can tell that he, at least he is not a person who would rape innocent women and children because of his 'personal preference'. A man who wields a butcher's knife."

"This does not mean that I will turn a blind eye to his actions because of this."

He added: "I just tried to think from Itachi's point of view-of course, as an ordinary ninja, I can't quite understand the idea of ​​​​a genius... Let me guess, compared to dying at the hands of my swords, Itachi He probably would rather die at the hands of Sasuke."

"...That's right."

After a long time, Kakashi held back such an exclamation as the end of the conversation.

The other party ate the meal unceremoniously, and Kakashi took away a lot of things, saying that they were condolences for Naruto and other injured ninjas.Before leaving the house, he specifically stated that he would ask Tianzang to come over for free when he had time, and "by the way" let him help build the house, so that he would not have to spend money to issue tasks to Master Hokage and go through a lot of complicated procedures.

When he was about to leave, several vibrations of daggers enthusiastically went out to see him off.

"Your Excellency Kakashi (カカシどの), come and tell us the story of Kiyohiko-sama's past next time!"

Ranto Shiro waved his hands with a particularly eager attitude: "Be careful on the road!"

Qing Yan: "..."

Why did they get to know each other so quickly, and it felt like they had slept for a week after sleeping for half an afternoon.

"It's fine to call them by their names directly, and you don't need such a troublesome suffix next time."

The silver-haired Jonin touched the bridge of his nose and waved to everyone: "Then, see you later."

As soon as the voice fell, he squeaked and disappeared in front of the room door.

In about seven years, it is enough to make a person's revealed personality undergone earth-shaking changes, but the quality of the instant body technique remains the same as before.

Early the next morning, all the staff started the mighty moving project.

It was only after walking around Sasuke's original home that he realized that this young man with a bad temper had managed the building that had been left unused for many years quite well.

There is an open space around the patriarch's mansion for expansion, the courtyard is open, and the decoration of traditional Japanese architecture is maintained.Although Kiyohiko watched from a distance several times in the past, only after stepping in personally did he realize that this place is indeed... very suitable for rebuilding into a decent Honmaru.

"There is also a place for training!"

Yamato Mamoru Anding pushed open the door of the room and saw a hall similar to a kendo field: "I thought they were all shuriken targets like those in the woods. In this way, the swordsmen can also carry out daily training!"

"After all, close combat physical skills are also very important."

Kiyohiko nodded, and the rest of the swordsmen took care of different areas skillfully. Mikazuki Zongjin sat on the edge of Guangyuan's corridor, with a teacup that was hardly out of his hands beside him.

Most of the swords had already been arranged for work, and California Kiyomitsu's command in this area was quite skilled and excellent, so Kiyohiko was happy to sit down leisurely, sitting next to Mikazuki Zongmune next to Hiroen.

"It's somewhat similar to the old Honmaru, my lord."

A pair of extraordinarily beautiful eyes stared at the courtyard: "And when you first took over Honmaru."

As a newly promoted god judge, Qingyan had not yet received various supplies from the government of time, neither the courtyard nor the residence had been expanded, and what he had was almost a small courtyard like the one in front of him.

"Seven years have passed since then, and I have always felt that you would be reluctant to give up everything in this pill."

Mikazuki Zongjin held the teacup: "If Tsurumaru were here, he would definitely say that your decision frightened him."

"Haha, that guy's words are true."

Qing Yan smiled: "Do you feel regretful because of this? I did not continue to be a God judge."

"We are nothing but swords, if this is your will, my lord."

Sanriyue Zongjin's expression remained motionless: "I will see with my own eyes what the world you care about is like—and whether it is really worth saving."

Several small pits have been dug in the courtyard for planting wisteria flowers.The nearby rooms have also been tidied up, waiting for Tianzang to come over and expand at any time.Kiyohiko was thinking about whether he should call Hasebe out to help draw the construction drawings, and while he was thinking, he was arranging Anbe's attire: "Then I'll leave this to you, Kiyomitsu."

"learn--"

California Qingguang dragged his voice and walked across the room, as if he had long been used to this level of orders: "I will summon a new sword later, right?"

"Well, the 'style' for summoning has already been made in advance. If you summon it randomly, it will consume less spiritual power than establishing a directional connection."

Qingyan put on the swords and swords he carried in battle, and held onto the door frame with one hand: "I'm probably going to be a little busy recently, thanks for your hard work, Qingguang."

"Is there any way, I am loved because I am a very reliable sword."

Qing Guang flicked his hair: "Go, we are here."

Due to various reasons and Tsunade's secret promotion, Kiyohiko's work in Anbe is not much.

Therefore, wearing an Anbu vest, he had enough time to slant his mask to visit Konoha Hospital.

During the same period, almost all the ninjas crowded at the door of the ward one after another. Except that Neji was still in intensive care and couldn't go out, they basically met each other's faces.

There were obvious signs of crying in the corners of Sakura's eyes, she was standing at the door with a reserved look, and when she saw Kiyohiko approaching, she tentatively said hello: "That, Mr. Kiyohiko?"

"Morning, I'm here to see my former colleagues, and Naruto too."

Qing Yan greeted, "Do you know where Xuan Jian's ward is?"

"Downstairs, this is next door."

Xiao Sakura replied subconsciously, and then her attitude became a little bit awkward: "Well, about Sasuke-kun..."

"What do you want to ask?"

Kiyohiko said bluntly.

"...Everyone said that he once visited your house and handed over his own house to you."

The girl finally continued to ask firmly: "Did he say anything to you?"

"The detailed report Kakashi has already turned in my mind for a whole circle. If you ask him for it, he probably won't refuse you."

He stretched out his hand and stroked Sakura's hair, but his eyes drifted to the three of them who had just come out of the ward: "I happened to meet you here... I have some business and want to discuss it with you."

"...?"

Gaara, who was sandwiched between Temari and Kankuro, showed a little confused expression - after all, few people would "discuss" anything with him.

Some people have probably tried it before, but they tend to die very quickly.

The black-haired young man in front of him said with confidence, "I want to open up a caravan, or an expedition team."