[Hokage] I don't need that kind of thing at all

Hokage is always Hokage.

After a 15-day long journey, Mizuki Ibuki couldn't help complaining.

Why can't a world where radios can exist can't tolerate the existence of trains and planes! ?

Tucao can not.

The dry food in the luggage is in short supply, and there is still some distance to the destination.

He opened his eyes, pressed the deflated backpack hard, and hung it on his body again.

The men behind him had already been staring at him and chattering all the way, in the past, perhaps something should have been done to shut them up.But at this time, he was indifferent, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and regained his calm when it was about to ignite.

Ibuki's sight was erratic, and finally landed on an inconspicuous inn.

"Welcome, you..."

"A bowl of ordinary noodles."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Ibuki didn't catch the slightest bit of disgust from the shopkeeper's eyes, which made him very uncomfortable.Disregarded like a delusional prankster.

This store is not big, it is all made of pine wood, small but cozy, all the guests who come here are dusty and tired.It seems that this small shop is just to provide a resting place for those who are on the road.

However, the originally extremely relaxed state of mind was broken by those men who followed afterward.

Sitting next to him was a teenager, about eighteen or nineteen years old.The two can't stop shaking, and their eyes are circling around Yibuki and the man opposite him, looking quite interested.

He was eating cheap soup, a bowl of clear porridge accompanied by a small plate of fried peanuts was very popular for him.

Perhaps because of the presence of those men, Mizuki Ibuki felt that the sound of his eating was not annoying.

He just stared hard at his eyes, staring at the boy's movements.Trying to see clearly how the boy quickly processed the big bowl of food through the mask covering half of his face.

Perhaps feeling his gaze, the young man's throat slipped, he swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his hand and handed the remaining half plate of peanuts to him, signaling if he wanted to taste it.

Mizuki Yifui shook his head to express his refusal, with a friendly smile on his face for a second.

"Good morning, little sister. Maybe I should call you little lady?"

Yi Chui was amused by his decent gentleman style with a "puchi" sound: "Sorry, I don't know what I did to make you mistake me for a little lady."

"Run away from home?" Yibuki's childish voice was too immature to distinguish between men and women.The boy took the peanut back and looked at him with a smile.

"Do not

"How old are you?"

"Seven years old."

"Then I really want to call you little sister." He buried himself in a sip of soup and wiped his lips with his cuff.This action made Yibuki twitch the corner of his mouth.The fine bangs covered the left eye, only the jade-like right eye was extraordinarily bright by the light from the window. "Are you here with the uncles on the opposite side?" The boy glanced at the man on the opposite side.

"No, I'm alone."

"runaway?"

"I said no." Yibuki was a little impatient, but fortunately the noodles he ordered happened to be delivered. "Thank you" he responded lukewarmly.

"Then you are running away from home and are ready to go home?" the boy continued to speculate.

"It shouldn't be counted." Yibuki took a sip of the noodle soup.

"Okay." The young man stretched out an arm to prop his cheek, "Let me guess where your home is. Konoha?"

"Yes."

"It looks like we're going the same way."

"You are Konoha's... ninja?" Ibuki looked up and down the boy's slightly dirty clothes with disgust, and then sneered in the next second. "Sorry, my imagination is really rich sometimes."

"...I'm really a ninja."

"Are you sure the ninja you're talking about is the ninja I'm talking about? There's no literal ambiguity?" Ibuki put on an exaggerated expression on purpose.

This inevitably caused a bit of frustration in the young man's heart.

"Oh, sorry." Smiling without sincerity, Ibuki continued to fight against the steaming noodles in front of him.

"Maybe, we can go together." The other party suggested with a smile without feeling embarrassed.

"reason."

"At least there won't be any messy people following you." The boy glanced at the dubious man in front of him and smiled meaningfully. "You should be very..."

"Thanks, I don't think so."

"Don't refuse so simply." The boy put on a shameless look.

Well, at least in the eyes of Ibuki who was eager to eat at this time.

"You said you were a ninja?" Ibuki slammed down the empty noodle bowl, and Ibuki's obviously stretched expression looked very funny. "So, Ninja-sama, don't you think it's more sincere to tear off that rag on your face when you ask someone?"

"This is not a rag, little sister." The boy turned his gaze back and continued to fiddle with the few peanuts left on the plate.

"Okay." Ibuki sneered. "Boss! Ten more pancakes!"

"The little doll is very edible."

"do you have any opinion?"

"No." The man answered him briefly, picked up the forehead protector from behind, tied it obliquely in front of the forehead, pressed the left eye, and then flicked the bangs that covered the eye.He raised his hand to say goodbye to him, got up and left the store.The emaciated background quickly disappeared into the crowd of people on the street.

The age between adolescence and youth is often the craziest and most ignorant period of life.

Thirty seconds after this, people came in one after another, filling up the empty seats.

The men on the opposite side were replaced by a group of bad-looking guys with rough skin and ugly centipede-like scars on their cheeks. The sound of breathing was exceptionally heavy, causing the dirt-laden cheap linen shirt to heave up and down.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point, and Mizuki Ibuki suddenly found that the men sitting across from him and the silver-haired boy who was always staring at dead fish eyes were a little cute.

Mizuki Ibuki's first reaction was to hug the backpack in his arms even tighter, and then briefly glanced outside the shop, then moved to the browned and crispy pancakes on the table.Sitting among this group of villains, a kid as young as he couldn't help but look particularly eye-catching.He felt that one after another malicious eyes wandered wantonly on him, and every place he passed made him slightly numb.

"Your brother has already left, why are you still sitting here stupidly?" Fortunately, the shopkeeper's aunt was kind, she hurriedly walked through the crowded aisle, and patted his shoulder with a fat hand stained with a little oil. "Put away the pancakes quickly, he is a ninja, he will be fined if he delays his return to the village."

Hearing the word "ninja" just now, the guy opposite couldn't help but calm down.

"Yes... yes." Yi Chui laughed dryly, moved his stiff body, quickly put all the pancakes into the bag, and moved out of the store under the escort of the shopkeeper's aunt. "Really... thank you very much."

It's rare for Ibuki to speak so sincerely.

"Hey, let's go quickly." The shopkeeper stroked his hair with a big soft hand, with a look of love and compassion. "Such a small child should not come out by himself next time, go home quickly."

"Yes, thank you very much." Ibuki repeated, not at all disgusted by the oil stains on the owner's hands.He bowed twice, turned around and ran across two intersections, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.

Then I remembered that I hadn't had time to pay.

"Well... I'll pay her when I get home." What a kind-hearted aunt.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"What? Are you still unwilling to go back to Konoha with me?"

Yi Chui hesitated for a while, then looked back and met a blinding dead fish eye.

"It's you!" Ibuki stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then pretended to suddenly understand, clenched his fist with his left hand, and lightly tapped the palm of his right hand, making a crisp impact sound.

"Your fake expression that you suddenly understand..." The boy distanced himself from Ibuki, taking advantage of his height, condescendingly glanced at the relatively petite guy, and solemnly raised his hand to touch his chin. "How should I put it, although it's a bit late to say it now, but my first impression of you...is quite annoying."

Mizuki Ibuki: "..."

This kind of soulless tone.

This perverted mask.

Such dazzling silver hair.

This kind of under-flat fish eye.

Such a classic line.

"..." Konoha's genius, former Anbu member, Hatake Kakashi...?Mizuki Ibuki felt weak for a moment.

Well, as mentioned above, although Mizuki Ibuki is not afraid of death, it doesn't mean he is willing to die again.It should be said that his reaction was slow or his brain nerves were uncoordinated. He was really at a loss for not being able to react to Konoha's genius so suddenly.

Why did Hatake Kakashi appear here?

Task?Don't all missions need to be carried out in groups of three or four?Could it be that this guy's companion was killed?mission failed?

Well, this conjecture is not very credible.

"Huh? Is this evaluation a big blow to you?" That's right, this guy who has been defined by Mizuki Ibuki as a boy with dead fish eyes is indeed the young Hatake Kakashi. "You look thick-skinned, this kind of small trauma shouldn't be a big deal."

It has to be said that this little ghost has a stiff face at this time, which inexplicably makes people feel a sense of solemnity.

Couldn't children of this age be provoked casually?

Just when Kakashi was guessing left and right, and was about to take out some gadgets to coax this dull-faced kid, Mizuki Ibuki stepped back abruptly, staring straight at him with the tragic eyes of imminent disaster.

Kakashi's hand reaching for the ninja bag was neither lifted nor released, just hanging in the air in a half-embarrassed manner, and the whole person became inexplicably bleak.

"I said, what's the matter with your eyes?"

"I'm only seven years old!" Ibuki said nonsensically.

"and then?"

"You should be my elder!"

"I still have this level of self-awareness."

"Since you are a ninja, you should know how to ruin your reputation if you do something to a child who doesn't know anything, and can't even say flattery!" Ibuki's eyes flashed left and right, in line with With the mentality that nothing can be lost, he straightened his back vigorously, raised his head vigorously, and looked directly at Kakashi with difficulty.

What's the matter with this child's fearless aura...

The corner of the mouth under the mask twitched slightly, and Kakashi fortunately put his right hand hanging in the air on his waist, and continued to glance at this ridiculous child who was suddenly excited and couldn't help it with great interest.

"Are you afraid of me?" Kakashi continued to stare at the dead fish eyes that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"How is it possible." Yibuki retorted without giving in, trying to maintain a calm and superior posture of only being unafraid in the face of a catastrophe, but the slightly trembling calf revealed his inner timidity.

"I see." Kakashi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, glanced playfully at Ibuki's apparently unsteady legs, and then looked away.

"Little girl." This title once made Yibuki very uncomfortable.Kakashi didn't look any further, trying to put on a natural smile, trying to make himself more friendly. "So, your current behavior can I assume by default that you agree to go on the road with me?"

"..." Yibuki hesitated for a few seconds, the hand that was tightly grasping the shoulder strap of the backpack trembled for a while but calmed down quickly.

Hatake Kakashi didn't speak but kept smiling stiffly. He was thinking about when would be the best time for him to take this kid back home, and he was secretly worried.

From the first time he saw this guy, Kakashi believed that this kid was his task, and with the secret letter written by the third Hokage-sama in his backpack, Mizuki Ibuki's identity has long been confirmed. down.

Although I don't know why the one who went to Konoha this time was not Mizuki Shinji, who frightened Hokage-sama, but I can make a rough guess.

Keep this kid safe.

Unexpectedly, after being promoted to Jonin, he still has to perform this kind of task. According to Akai, this is a low-level task that only fools will perform.

Thinking of his disdainful eyes and that seemingly "sarcasm" expression when he was leaving, Kakashi sighed in his heart.

Originally, he planned to refuse this task with some lame reason, but after all, he couldn't hide it from the old and cunning old fox of the Third Hokage.

If Akai knew how helpless he felt when he was forced to live by a five-year-old kid——

The consequences could be disastrous……

On the way out of this C-level mission, there was leisure and elegance to make a joke of a seven-year-old kid. He really did this because he accidentally bumped into a wall when he was going out.

While Hatake Kakashi was thinking wildly, he was still able to maintain his original posture without showing any signs of impatience.

Mizuki Ibuki secretly admired it in his heart, it is really difficult to maintain the same posture with ease, right?But thinking that Kakashi often had the same expression of dead fish eyes and paralyzed face, Ibuki took it for granted again.

"you……"

"You mean walking with you?" Kakashi said before Kakashi, Ibuki suddenly raised a bright smile. "That's really great! Since you are a ninja of Konoha, it must be the safest to be with you. Seeing that you have a calm and stable force that is better than ordinary people at a young age, I think you must be a Konoha ninja. The elites of Ye Ninja Village, you should... ah no! You must be a Jōnin, right?"

What is this kid trying to do?

How I feel now...how should I put it?The kid's smiling face is really eye-catching.

It was like inserting inappropriate things into a peaceful and fresh scene, and a strong sense of disobedience swept over my heart like a flood of beasts.

"It's really unacceptable for things like honorifics to come out of your mouth." Kakashi still used a tone that could easily irritate others.

"No, no, I also said that I'm only seven years old, and I'm really just a kid who doesn't know anything and can't say flattery." Mizuki said with a smile. "A good young ninja like you must tolerate my rude behavior to you before, right?"

——I think your flattery is smoother than anyone else.

"The grown-ups say that there is meat to eat with the uncle. You are my uncle now! Kaka...Junin-sama." Under the gaze of the dead fish eye, Yibuki couldn't help looking away guiltily, and grabbed his shoulder. He tilted his head.

"Who did you hear that?"

"That's what adults say." When he was flustered, his words would inevitably tremble a little.

"What did you want to say about Kaka just now?"

"No no... I usually have that voice when I laugh. Kakaka... Kaka..." Mizuki Ibuki showed a tangled expression on his face.

"Okay." The child's words can't be trusted completely, but Kakashi really doesn't have the desire to search any further, he just wants to—

——Complete the task quickly, he really wants to complete this unfortunate task with all his heart.

Doesn't matter if he's alcoholic or not, as long as he can finish this task quickly...even if this brat resists stubbornly...

If you knock it out and carry it back, there will be no problem.