put on my white vest

Konoha 63 years.

Six Payne strikes.

Naruto Tsunade was seriously injured, and many villages including the Hokage Building were turned into ruins.The civilians lost their houses and shops, their fields and water sources were destroyed, food shortages and diseases began to spread, and many people fled to other places in fright.

The name of the Land of Fire is grimacing because of this—population is the source of wealth, and if the nation's strength cannot be quickly restored, the Land of Fire will soon become a prey for conspirators from other countries.

So at the minister's suggestion, the regulations on immigration to the Fire Nation were mercifully relaxed.

Rangren and refugees are allowed to enter the country legally, and those who have relatives in the local area can be allocated houses or fields.It would be even better if you are willing to go to Muye Yin Village, where the destroyed facilities urgently need to be rebuilt, but they have to go through stricter scrutiny.

The border of the Fire Nation.

"A ronin from the ghost country?"

The official in charge of reviewing the application rubbed his eyes, and shot suspicious eyes at the young man in front of him.

Not bad for being tall, but with no weapons, fair skin, and a casual attitude...could someone like that really cross half a continent by himself?

Adhering to a serious and responsible attitude, the official continued to read the application documents he submitted.

'Have relatives in Konoha... handmade Ichiraku ramen?Ah yes, it seems that I did have a letter of recommendation...'

'Height, weight, hobbies...why write such things in such detail? !Ah, this measurements, the young man has a good figure...'

'I'm confident in the battle...the strength is--'

"...Is it to the extent that we can be called brothers and sisters with the Sage of the Six Paths in terms of setting?!"

The official choked, and re-read the line of text with the eyes of seeing magical things, to confirm that his eyes did not suddenly awaken the blood succession limit similar to 'automatically tampering with the text he saw'.

The searchlight-like eyes looked at the applicant who was entertaining himself with dogtail grass. He noticed the burning eyes, scratched his head and asked in doubt: "What's wrong?"

"You still ask me what's wrong, this sentence-you can't be a fantasy novelist!!"

Not to mention that Sage of the Six Paths is originally a legend in the ninja world. This bullshit looks like a colleague in the izakaya last night when he shouted that he was going to stuff his boss's head into the toilet...

The white-haired youth argues: "It's true!!"

The official put his hands on his hips: "Okay, then answer me a few questions."

"First of all, are you a ninja?"

"No."

"Secondly, do you have chakra?"

"Hiss—no."

"Again, do you know ninjutsu?"

"Not in setting, but theoretically—"

"Then what else is there to say!!?" The official slapped the table: "Go, go, take your documents and go to the non-ninja passage on the right. Anyone without Chakra will go there!"

Backed by the busy officials to the right aisle, the white-haired young man has not even had time to show his addiction to drama, leaving only a pair of trembling hands and accusing eyes to express his helplessness.

He bulged his cheeks like a puffer fish, and he was so angry that he could only take the stamped document and sign his destination and name in flamboyant handwriting——

'Konoha Village, Gojo Satoru'

two months later.

"welcome!"

"Hey, calamus! Where are you hitting big brother?"

The store owner's daughter, Changpu, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and sighed helplessly: "Father's old problem has recurred again, really... Who told him to rebuild our store with his own hands? Everyone is helping."

Nara Shikahisa shook his head, sat down and ordered a bowl of char siew tonkotsu ramen skillfully: "He is too, obviously he is old. Young people's jobs are left to young people!"

'But that young man, does he seem to get along well? '

Shikahisa Nara, who was full of thoughts, instantly recalled the application materials related to Gojo Satoru a few months ago. He looked left and right, but unfortunately he didn't see the distant relative who hit his elder brother.

"Where's Wutiao Wu, are you going to deliver food again?"

Speaking of Gojo Satoru, Iris naturally answered, "Yes, Mr. Wujo is a very enthusiastic person! He is already completely familiar with the route in the village, and he has gradually mastered the craft of making ramen."

Shikahisa Nara raised his eyebrows: "By the way——I have heard some rumors about him. Does he seem to be quite capable?"

Looking at the slightly teasing expression of the customer, Changpu knew what he was thinking of in just a moment.

"Oh, this...the last time a foreign caravan made trouble in the store, Wu-jun taught me a little bit of a lesson."

"But he's not that kind of 'superhero' either, the rumors about it are all jokes!"

Lu Jiu relaxed a little when he heard the words: "It seems that he is a ronin with fair strength. '

The few elites of the Nara clan have obtained the approval of the Nation of Fire to discuss government affairs, and they are also included in the policies promulgated by the daimyo. Many clansmen are also troubled by the fact that there are very few civilians who are willing to settle in Konoha.

In order to prevent spies from other countries from appearing, every civilian recruited to Konoha needs to undergo strict identity verification.

Lu Jiu took a closer look at Gojo Satoru's identity and background at that time: around 20 years old, a wanderer from a small border country, two generations ago he was a cousin who was relatively close to the hand-slapping uncle, and he had no contact with him after he started his adventure alone. Not too little. 【Note 1】

As for the train running in the self-description, even the harsh Yibixi ignored it as a second-year delusion.

Because in the white eyes of the Hyuga clan, Wujo Satoru was confirmed to have no Chakra on him.And the character he showed in Konoha these days can also confirm the impression of 'not a villain'.

One month after coming to Konoha, all actions were completely normal, and the continuous attention to outsiders gradually disappeared at this time, but due to Gojo Satoru's previous status as a "ronin", the higher-ups still occasionally observed him.

After going through such many barriers, many people from outside have settled in Muye Village recently.

In the long run, this is actually their opportunity.

If it weren't for Konoha that really needs a large number of civilians to maintain the operation of the infrastructure... Back to the development of the village and the world situation, Lu Jiu has a bit of a headache.

The char siew tonkotsu ramen came just right.

Iris said with pride that this is her signature dish, soft-boiled eggs, Naruto rolls, seaweed and bamboo shoots complement each other.

Shikahisa Nara, who is getting more and more busy, puts down his work and concentrates on enjoying his late lunch.

The exposed steel bars, sharp wooden thorns and heavy saw axes, the dust was flying in disorder, and the bitter sweat fell under the strong morning sun, leaving a tingling sensation on the skin.

The busy ninjas put down the raw materials in their hands, and then began to use ninjutsu to clear the terrain, while the civilians took the stakes and picked up the hammers, and began to repair their homes little by little.

Konoha's fire is temporarily weak, but one day it will be lit again.

"Wood Dune Four Pillar House!"

Yamato finished the last seal, and the simple but solid roof of the house slowly rose from the ground, "Yo Xi! This way, the house of the little shop lady is also built."

The aunt wiped Yamato's sweat with a towel, and then pushed open the door of the building full of joy.

Rows of shelves are neatly arranged, and the cash register is as wide as the hand. As long as the goods are piled up and brought on the ledger, the destroyed shops can be reopened.

She couldn't hide the joy in her heart, and beckoned the slightly panting Mudun Ninja to sit down quickly: "Yamato, the lunch time is over, I ordered some ramen for you!"

Yamato's first reaction was to refuse: "Ah... this is what we should-"

But the older single youth obviously couldn't refuse the warm and kind aunt. He and a few ninjas who came to help with him were quickly pushed to the chairs, waiting for the late lunch.

The aunt took a few glasses of water and said with shame on her face: "Although it is summer, only Yile Ramen is open in the village..."

"No, no, thank you so much!"

Uno Iruka, who also came to help, waved his hands and hurriedly searched for a new topic: "Speaking of... the new brother of Ichiraku Ramen is a relative of the hand-slapped uncle. I remember his name-"

"Five enlightenments."

A bowl of hot ramen covered with plastic wrap was stuffed into his hand, and the white-haired young man with dark goggles greeted him: "Good afternoon, ramen with miso, vegetable bone broth and soy sauce, a total of six servings."

Because of the busy mission and reconstruction, Yamato saw a young man named Gojo Satoru for the first time, and his eyes couldn't help but put on the goggles that civilians rarely carry.

The other party was not afraid of the probing gaze, and explained casually: "Prevent sweat from flowing into the eyes, especially when delivering the goods."

Well, reasonable statement.

Tianzang, who was born in the roots, subconsciously regained his old instincts. He looked away to express that he did not intend to offend. At the same time, the mild-mannered Iruka had already chatted with the white-haired young man.

"Eh? Then Mr. Wu is living at the comfort monument?!"

"It is said that it can only be assigned to the residence over there for the time being, but I don't mind."

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to have any complaints about the address, "And it's more interesting over there - it's more open, there are many animals, and the air is very fresh."

Iruka nodded: "I see. But if this is the case, Wu Jun will usually meet a lot of ninjas."

People who don't know ninjas tend to have both repulsion and fear of ninjas, and the memorial monument has left many of their footprints, which may be a little unaccustomed to this young man.

Gojo Satoru still answered easily: "No, no, but because the location is not in the center, it was assigned to a house with a yard and a basement."

"It's more convenient and comfortable for me."

"Really, that's fine."

Iruka recalled the companions in the village. The one who had the time to comfort the memorial monument recently should be Mitarai Red Bean who loves sweets... Maybe she can have a common language with Gojo Satoru who is a sweet party.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"That's great~ Everyone in Konoha is working hard!"

The hard-working Konoha young man finished his day's work while observing the dough.

He always wears sunglasses indoors, staring at the flour with bright eyes, holding the dough he kneaded and lifting it up to cheer, his painting style instantly changed to a Q version.

"Big success--!!"

Calamus took the dough with a smile and put it in a container to let it expand: "It only needs a few steps, and it will be delicious for the guests in no time!"

"Even a sweetie like Wu Jun can almost understand the soul of ramen now!"

The white-haired young man nodded seriously: "Indeed, Ichiraku Ramen is known as Konoha's ultimate weapon!"

"The ultimate weapon...it's too much."

Calamus didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay! Wu Jun, go back first, and I will handle the rest of the cleaning work."

"The road leading to your house hasn't been repaired yet, doesn't it matter?"

The woman was a little worried, but she blocked the other person's words in time: "Don't use the Six Paths Immortals as an analogy. Myth-themed novels have not been very popular in recent years!"

The white-haired youth silently swallowed the truth.

He looked at the back kitchen full of raw materials, and finally picked up the sack containing ten sacks of flour with one hand, and easily spun three times in the air, showing his strength in the simplest way.

'Is it the same natural power as Sakura? '

Calamus replied hesitantly: "Alright Mr. Wu, see you tomorrow."

"byebye~"

Waving out of the ramen shop.The color of the road is still different because of the repair.

The street lamps in Muye Village were newly replaced after the Payne incident. The bright lights blended into the brightly lit and thriving place, like sparks that gradually became fierce.

Gojo Satoru went to the convenience store to get some bento, and passed by many ninjas in a hurry.

Stopping in front of a slightly deserted two-story building, he took out his key and walked into the house humming a song.

The dark interior looked extremely deserted and eerie, even though the incandescent lamp immediately filled the darkness.

Put the ready-to-eat food in the microwave oven for 2 minutes, and the broken soil on the ground of the garden is vibrating, and the cool wind blows from the cracks in the ground.

Shaking the lunch box, the white-haired youth skillfully opened the door leading to the basement.

The hiss of snake-like cold-blooded animals came out, and the faint lights exaggerated the tense atmosphere, and the light of the wall lamp looked extremely cold.Halfway through the reverse solution of the curse seal, he was stuck in the same place by the bad guys, and the white snake that spit out the snake letter has not yet been completely reborn.

But he can already speak.

"Today is curry pork chop, Wu-jun."

"If you can help me research something, I don't mind bringing dessert back."

Gojo Satoru took off the sunglasses that covered the [Six Eyes], and raised his eyebrows to look at the most tenacious guy in the Lifeforce Quannin world: "So, what's your answer? One of the Konoha Sannin—"

"Orochimaru."