[Hokage] Summer Festival

I stayed in the village for more than a month, and my health has improved a lot in late July. Even if I practice daily, I won't cough up blood anymore.

Occasionally, I have a mild cough, but I don't feel as uncomfortable as before, so I don't care too much.

Orochiwan's medicine is really effective.

He was able to do things that were said to be impossible even on the scroll, so he really deserved to be called a genius among geniuses.

The deal he proposed... Although he felt sorry for Ah Duan and Xia Zi, he still agreed.

No matter what happens in the future, the most important thing is the present.There is no room for hesitation about urgent matters.

Thinking of the corpse that had been gutted out when I met him for the second time, the internal organs just became other playthings like that, even after death, it is difficult to rest in peace.

When the coolness in my heart spread, I was forcibly suppressed into a corner, telling myself not to think about those empty holes and cold internal organs.Instead of worrying about how the corpse will be treated cruelly after death, it is better to cherish this warm body while the heart is still beating.

Speaking of which, Orochimaru's hobby is really rare in this world.No, even in the original world, his fanatical obsession has turned to a perverted level, like the kind of dangerous elements who would kill innocent people indiscriminately in order to obtain more experimental materials.

In the hospital where he used to practice, a well-known doctor was exposed to privately cultivate prohibited deadly bacteria, and injected them into their bodies through infusion without the knowledge of the disease, and observed the follow-up reaction as an experimental product.

In the crowd who watched him on the day of his arrest, he was still wearing a clean white coat, and there was no trace of panic on his face that he would be prosecuted and sentenced to prison. The gods look down on the humble genus.

His gaze at that time was exactly the same as Orochimaru when he talked about the deal.

But at the end of the day, that deal isn't bad for the pair, at least not the worst.

During this period of time, Ah Duan went out to perform tasks, and he was too lazy to buy vegetables and cook when he was alone at home.

Sometimes in restaurants, I meet Sakumo Hatake, who is also the same. When eating together, I will inevitably be told by him that picky eating is a bad habit, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. .

I didn't like to eat carrots since I was a child. Didn't that world grow well in the past?

I don't know which topic it is, but I inadvertently talked about family affairs.When he was talking about his parents' sacrifice in the first Ninja World War, when there were no other relatives in the family, he couldn't help but eat the chopsticks holding the rice, and looked up to see him drinking tea from a cup as if nothing had happened.

The expression on the face with the mask off was indifferent, and nothing unusual could be seen.

However, just like when he talked about the first killing, no matter how deliberately he understates it, he can't conceal the sadness in his eyes unconsciously.

The grief of losing a loved one when I was young understands that it is a scar that cannot be erased no matter how time changes in the future and how strong the heart is.Not to rot in the flesh, but inscribed on the bones.

The equanimity he showed in hiding his negative emotions reminded him of Chaplin's mimes. He didn't feel anything when he watched it, but when he lowered his head and thought about it, he would suddenly feel unspeakable desolation and loneliness.

There are many people in the village who have lost their relatives due to the burden of the war. Xia Zi also has only one brother and one cousin left.If you insist on saying it, the only true relative of Ah Duan is his cousin Xinyi.

But Konoha, not only the relatives but also the mentors can feel the endless warmth.Just like Xiaochun, she truly takes care of and teaches Xia Zi as her own child.And from what Mei Shu said, Menyan is also a teacher like his strict father.

After thinking for a while, he asked if his teacher was also a very powerful person.

He froze for a moment, then smiled softly and said:

"It was my father who taught me before, and after my father died, I practiced according to the scrolls he left behind."

"It's a little different from us."

After a moment of silence, he smiled and put a piece of shrimp roll on the plate and said:

"Stop thinking about it."

"Everyone in Konoha is an important companion like family."

The midday sun climbed from the window sill to the ground, and the midsummer came quietly. When I realized it later, the leaves of the trees on both sides of the street were already verdant, as if they were covered with emerald green paint.Knowing that I don’t know when it started to chirp endlessly, and the sound changed so loudly that it was terribly noisy.

The strange thing is that such a scene is extremely reassuring.Just like the bustling streets when I was a child, my parents are holding hands on the left and right sides, so I don’t have to worry about getting lost on the wrong road.

The lady proprietress of the restaurant came over and asked in a low voice if today's dishes were suitable for her taste. Her eyes fell on the shredded carrots picked out from the plate, and she said with a bit of concern and a bit of reproach in her tone:

"Oh, Xia Zijiang, it's not good to be picky eaters. Children who don't eat carrots will never grow up."

Hearing these familiar words again, he smiled at her, and buried his head in the rice without repentance. The crispy skin of the shrimp rolls and the tender meat were perfectly combined, and the professor couldn't help admiring.

From the corner of his eyes, Hatake Sakumo smiled and picked up shredded carrots, with a look of "Look, you can't believe what senior says".

The restaurant was a bit noisy, and a few ordinary villagers in their 30s at the next table talked about the education of their children.

***

In early August, Konoha experienced heavy rain for several days, and the rain washed the sky like a polished sapphire, like a shadow that can be reflected when you look up.

The beard branches by the door are full of energy after being baptized. Even though the petals are knocked down by the rainstorm, they still hold their heads up and proudly sway the branches, although the streets that usually pass by are rare and a bit lonely.

In addition to Hu Zhizi, there are children who are full of life.

In the village of Oshemaru, Naoki, who was his student, naturally followed him.The young man who had personally experienced the war has grown significantly compared to before. At least he no longer talks about "he will become Hokage in the future". Every morning, the figure of the young man can be seen running around the village.

Probably the war made him understand that actions are more important than words.

His morning jogging routine was pretty much the same, occasionally slowing down and jogging side by side.Most of the topics mentioned were about the war outside, and his teacher Orochimaru.

Of course, the war in the eyes of a teenager is not as rational and transparent as the analysis by Aduan Hatake Sakumo and others, but he interprets the killing he has seen from the most direct feeling.Anger, fear, intolerance, apprehension, and a hint of...excitement.I just don't know whether this bloody excitement is due to my own newborn calf not afraid of tigers, or from the Orochimaru who taught him.

The ninjas like Ah Duan and Hatake Sakumo who grew up in war did not have this kind of excitement for killing.

Orochimaru also grew up from war, but he is obviously not the same type as them.

One day I often go to practice in the woods, the scorching sun above my head is blocked by the branches and leaves, only the sparse sunlight scattered down.There was no wind, and there were no birds chirping, and it was a bit abnormally calm.

Suddenly several kunai flew from behind, and the sound of piercing through the air was sharp and ear-piercing.

With a shudder in his heart, he turned around and made a seal.The vines that broke out from the ground fluttered and swayed down countless bitterness.

Such an attack without warning...is it an intruder?

Taking a closer look with his nerves tensed, Jean who came out from behind the tree trunk suddenly felt cold from the bottom of his heart to the soles of his feet.

The only thought in my mind is: Oh shit.

It turned out to be Xiaochun.

She put her hands behind her back, with a gloomy face.

"Teacher Xiaochun."

She didn't respond, and walked over slowly, staring straight at her face, feeling oppressive like a heavy rock approaching inch by inch.

After a long time, she finally moved her eyes away from her face, glanced at the Kunai on the ground, then lowered her eyes, and said word by word:

"Sure enough, he practiced the forbidden technique."

The tone is mixed with regret, disappointment, bewilderment... and other emotions that can't be explained for a while, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.

His attention was completely absorbed by one word.

really.

"Sure enough," she said.

In this way, those sufferings are deliberate temptations.

At that moment, my heart turned a thousand times, who told her?

The only enemies other than sand ninja who have seen using forbidden techniques are Nasan and Orochimaru from the same team.Shinya and Haruna don't seem to know that it's a forbidden technique, so it can't be them.

Then there are only two left.

Orochimaru or Hatake Sakumo?

But why did they talk to Xiaochun about this for no reason?

All of a sudden, I felt my heart was in a mess, and I didn't know which end to start to sort out.

"When did it start?" Xiaochun asked.

After a moment of dullness, he let out a bewildered "Huh?"

She spoke patiently:

"When did the practice of the forbidden technique begin?"

"months ago……"

"Probably around the end of February this year."

She tilted her head and thought for a while, then asked softly:

"why."

"I remember that I warned you not to get involved in forbidden techniques a long time ago."

Because I want to conform to the strength of this Jonin identity.

Because I don't want to be dragged down by doubts.

Of course, it was impossible to tell her the real reason, and even a perfunctory reason felt unnecessary.

Said in a low voice:

"sorry."

She sighed, and didn't speak for a long time, and she was silent beside her, not knowing what to think.

It wasn't until she was about to say something that she heard her voice sighing and saying:

"It's too messy."

Although the meaning of blame in this sentence is obvious, it is more of worry.

Startled for a moment, she didn't feel embarrassed by what she said later, but listened quietly and willingly, closing her eyes and keeping silent.

At least one thing is beyond doubt, no matter what, she will never wish Xia Zi to have a bad life.

That's enough.

Later, he wanted to ask her who told her about the forbidden technique, but he swallowed the words again.What can I do if I know it, maybe I can still settle accounts with him.

When I got home before the sun set, there was one standing beside the ginkgo tree at the door, leaning against the trunk with arms crossed, and her silver hair always reminded me of the silver fox dog I had raised before.

He raised his eyes, and a sentence floated out from under the mask:

"There is a mission."

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