[Hokage] Summer Festival

In November, I was able to use chakra, and my practice was back to Natsuko's previous method.

The scroll and the handkerchief were returned to Sakumo Hatake at some time. His injury seems to have not healed yet. I don't know if it has something to do with his lack of attention to recuperation.

I met him several times during the reexamination in the hospital, and I was knocked down by letters in the office. There was apology in his eyes but no regrets.

Shinichi said that Konoha's doctor has two people who have the most headaches, one is A Liang, and the other is Hatake Sakumo.These two people refused to obediently obey the doctor's orders every time they were injured. Even if they agreed with their mouths, they would forget about them after turning around, and they remained the same.

A Liang usually acts like an idiot and is not serious, and the doctor can't do anything about him.I heard that Hatake Sakumo is usually good-tempered and talkative, but he does his own way in this kind of matter.

"You don't have to apologize to me, and I don't have any hope for you."

One day when I heard Xinyi say this to him outside the door, I sighed and felt quite helpless.

He scratched his silver hair embarrassingly, and said "sorry" again.When he came out, he nodded to me and said:

"Smiled."

Inside, Xinyi's voice said angrily:

"Come in, Xia Zi, don't get too close to Mo Zhehei."

He smiled without retorting.

After I could use Chakra, I stared at the pile of scrolls in Xiazi's bookcase for a long time.

Fortunately, I know every word above. Unfortunately, I am at a loss to form this series of sentences.

Sometimes when Ah Duan asked about my practice, I could only vaguely agree and smile wryly in my heart.

This feeling of powerlessness is like a long time ago when I was studying biology and chemistry, which I couldn't learn well anyway. I sincerely felt that I was an idiot who had no chance to study science in this life.But then I actually went to study medicine.

I should really feel that the world is unpredictable.

Looking at the scroll in the room, I saw that the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and the chrysanthemums were quietly blooming in the yard. The fruit of the unknown tree was only half the size of a thumb, and the branches were full of red, which looked like a tree of red stars from a distance.

The blue sky and white clouds are reflected in the pond, and the bubbles spit out by the carp rise to the surface of the water and ripple round and round.

There are not many people nearby, so it is quiet.

If you stay indoors all the time, it's easy to forget that it's war time.

Xiaochun came once, bringing a brand new ninja bag and a full set of ninja tools.I don't know where Natsuko's ninja bag fell during the battle.

After she asked about my recovery, she pointed out my practice.Although I still have a little understanding of some professional terms, I understand the aspects that should be paid attention to at this stage.

Xia Zi is weakest in illusion. He is good at the family secret art, spiritualization art, and water escape ninjutsu. His physical skills are above average. He can barely be considered an advantage against ninjas of the same level, but it will be dangerous if he faces ninjas of a higher level. .

I haven't yet figured out what the standard for measuring ninja strength in this world is.But according to what they said, "Natsuko" was promoted to Jonin because she survived the last mission, so it's obvious that her strength is still not as good as ordinary Jnin.

Because I am the one who survived.

"During this period of time, let's practice the previous ninjutsu first, and the practice of new jutsu should not be rushed." Xiaochun said.

I saw that there was not a drop of tea in the cup in front of her, and she only cared about my various matters, the concern on her face was clearly visible.

It is the kind of ardent concern and expectation of the elders for the beloved juniors.

She looks to be 37 or [-] years old, but she is still single, never married, and has no children.I don't know if I have become accustomed to treating students as my own children subconsciously.

After all, she is Xia Zi's mentor, but it is not known whether Xia Zi is her most proud student.

Before leaving, she suddenly patted my shoulder and said:

"Although you are not my best student, you are the only one I have left."

I froze for a moment, and saw that her expression suddenly became lonely, and her leaving back looked thin and lonely.

Next to Xia Zi's pillow was a very delicate carved photo frame, inside which was a group photo of the four of them, the master and the apprentice, which seemed to be several years ago, and the bright smiles of the four were unforgettable.

Xia Zi has always been said to be taciturn, but his smile at that time was brighter than a thousand words.

***

I was practicing next to the waterfall I passed by before. The water flowing down from the high cliff scoured the big rock in the middle of the river. Layers of water splashed and fell, and the water was clear without fish.

Yin - Wei - Si - Yin

The ten fingers were surprisingly flexible when forming the mudra. Before I had time to think about the meaning of each gesture, my hands had already formed the mudra in an instant.It is as transparent and spiritual as it was when it was written to answer Naruto's question.

The water flow immediately condensed into a human figure that looked exactly like Xia Zi, standing gracefully on the water surface.

Water escape, water, body art.

It was just a C-level ninjutsu, and it collapsed after a while.

I concentrated the chakra under my feet. After so many days of groping and practicing, this move was no longer strenuous, and I stepped on the water to the middle of the river.

The water droplets of the waterfall splashed on the hair, and fell back into the water drop by drop along the hair.

I closed my eyes and tried to perform an A-level ninjutsu.

Yin—Chou—Shen—Mao—Zi—Hai—You—Chou—Noon—Xu—Yin—Xu—Yin—Si—Chou—Shen—Mao

The art of water escape and great waterfall.

In an instant, the nearby waterfall rose out of nowhere from the bottom, flew over the top of the head, covered the sky and covered the sun, and then fell down extremely fiercely. The surrounding scenery was shaken and blurred.

Eyes full of water, water, water.

suffocating water.

I felt as if I had fallen into a space where it was difficult to breathe. My body was so heavy that it seemed to be filled with lead metal. Even struggling became futile, and I was slowly falling into an abyss where no light could be seen.

Further down, it should not be far from death.

Really, it was hard to get a new life, it was hard to see the world of singing birds and flowers again, and the time to live and laugh was so short.

One ninjutsu is enough to destroy everything.

Maybe I'll make Natsuko be said to be the first ninja Konoha died under his own jutsu.I'm so sorry, Natsuko, that you are about to bear such a ridiculous reputation.

I don't know how long it took, someone pulled me out of the water by my collar, and the air and light descended again.

After a few jumps, I was put on the ground. While breathing heavily for air, I coughed violently to expel the accumulated water in my lungs.

Another example is rebirth.

The man next to him said:

"Are you courting death?"

I recovered my breath and raised my head, only to see a man wearing a green ninja vest looking down from above. His long black hair contrasted with his pale skin, and his golden pupils couldn't see any emotion.

I remember this unique voice.

Hokage's genius student Orochimaru.

I don't know if I was influenced by Sakumo Hatake, but I blurted out "I'm sorry".

If he hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid I would have sunk to the bottom of the water at this time.

Unexpectedly, the power of an A-level ninjutsu is so powerful.

I sat on the ground with my legs bent, turned my head and looked around, only to find that this was the other side of the river, and there were large areas of bushes and weeds overgrown.

There is a coolness spreading from the depths of the forest, the light is dim and gloomy, completely different from the river bank on the other side.

Not far away, I saw a man lying flat beside a bush. His whole body was naked. There was a big gash in his abdomen, and his intestines, lungs and other internal organs were pulled out and neatly put aside.

The blood on the roots of the tree had already solidified, turning dark red and terrifying.

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, but it wasn't panic. When I first woke up, what I saw was the Shura field full of blood and flesh. Although the current scene is cruel and disgusting, it is far from what I saw at first.

Besides, although I studied medicine in my previous life, although I didn't actually go to the operating table, the scene of dissection is not uncommon.

It was just a bit of a surprise that someone actually performed human dissection in the wild forest in the outskirts.

Orochimaru saw that my eyes fell behind him, and he knew what I was looking at, so he glanced over and said:

"The Ninja of Iwakakure."

After finishing speaking, he walked over and continued to dig out his heart, and his movements were skillful and agile.

Yes, in this world, it is allowed to deal with enemy ninjas no matter what.

The surrounding area was so quiet that only the sound of the rushing water of the waterfall could be heard. The late autumn breeze was already chilling, and when it blew on the body soaked by the river water, I couldn't help shivering.

I stood up, thanked him, walked to the other side, and went back the same way.

In the woods here, I looked back, and the huge water curtain surging down was as vast as before, and I couldn't see the scenery on the other side.

When I came back to the door, I ran into Ah Duan who was about to go out, probably because I looked a little embarrassed, he was taken aback, and said:

"Going to practice?"

I nodded, and he patted my wet hair and said with a smile:

"Go and take a hot bath, don't freeze."

Then he went to his friend who was waiting for him and waved goodbye to me.

After tidying up, I curled up in the bathtub and soaked in the hot water. The steam was hazy, and my skin was burned red, but I felt unexpectedly relieved.

Compared with the icy river water just now, I can feel my heart beating steadily and regularly now.

Almost.

Almost had to report to the god of death again.

I sometimes wonder, if I die again, will my soul still be attached to other people, will it be like last time, when I close my eyes and open them again, there will be another new world.

But this kind of thing is too mysterious after all, who knows if it is the Lord's whim.

Maybe once you close your eyes, you will really lose consciousness and never open them again.

I am not yet confident enough to think that God loves me endlessly and has endowed me with an immortal soul.

One more thing.

This identity is now a jounin, and no one except me doubts the strength of a jounin named "Natsuko Kato".But how can I deceive myself, I am so powerless when using A-level ninjutsu.

If you want to carry out the mission of the ninja, if you face an enemy who really has the strength of the ninja, it is likely to be a disaster.

What the hell am I going to do.

Sliding my whole body into the scalding water, I covered my cheeks and sighed inwardly.

It is now late November, and after recovering from injury, he will definitely be sent on a mission, and time is running out.

Although I am not afraid of death, I have a strong desire for life, and I am very attached to the fresh life that can walk and laugh with others.

There will always be unknown beauty in life.

The dissected corpse next to the bush suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, and my heart tightened. If I died in the mission, would Xia Zi's body be treated in the same way?

Probably not immune to it.

Then, what flashed before his eyes was a man's face with almost dead white complexion. It would be more appropriate to say that his emotions were unpredictable rather than emotionless in those golden pupils.

When he squatted next to the corpse and fiddled with the internal organs that he took out, at that moment I actually felt an indescribable sense of coordination, as if he was very suitable to face the corpse with the god of death.

Doctors also often have to face all kinds of corpses, but he feels far from a doctor. He is more inclined to a fanatical believer with unique talents and certain obsessions.

By the way, everyone said that Orochimaru is a rare genius in decades, I don't know if they feel the same as me.

I even thought of a line from Eliot's poem——

The carcass you planted in the garden last year, did it sprout?