[Comprehensive] Konoha flower season

72.

The teacher Shuo Mao I know - I have known him for many years.Although he has a lot of bad problems, he has been a good teacher and a good father in my eyes for so many years.He could have been a good husband once, but now he is just a good lover.

In my eyes, he is powerful and invulnerable. Hatake Sakumo—no, Konoha Baiya devoted his heart and soul to this village. Because of his incredible strength, he is regarded as a legend of a generation. We will often talk about him in Konoha Hospital. When talking about him, even though we all knew that he had a wife and a son, the little girl also had a blush on her face.

I just felt chills in my back, dragged Kakashi forward, and asked, "What are you two talking about—"

The two people stopped talking, and one said: "It's nothing. We can't mention these things to non-staff personnel. Please pretend you didn't hear it."

I said: "Being able to talk at the door of the office means that the level of confidentiality is not high, so let's talk."

The two were speechless.

One of them whispered: "...This is a scandal that the whole office knows about. Let's just chat. It's not easy to tell outsiders. Who are you?"

"One of the directors of Konoha Hospital." I said flatly, "Student of Hatake Sakumo."

The man showed a sympathetic look: "Sure enough, he has something to do with Bai Fang, he is really late."

I:"……"

I suddenly regretted dragging Kakashi over, Kakashi didn't interrupt, just watched us talk.

I asked: "What's going on?"

"His task failed." The man said briefly, "Failure is nothing. Our office receives several failed task orders every day. The problem is that White Fang had a chance to succeed—he gave up that opportunity."

It seemed to be raining, I took Kakashi to the house, and then ran to the kitchen to cook him noodles - after all these years of hard life, at least the noodles can still be cooked... right?I wishful thinking.

Kakashi had no expression on the way, and when he got home, he suddenly said to me: "My dad..."

I fiddled with the pile of noodles with difficulty, only to find that it was too difficult to cook the noodles, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with my dad?" Sitting at the dining table, little Kakashi asked guiltily, "...I didn't understand what he did."

I said firmly: "It's not something you should worry about. I'll talk to Tsunade-san when I get back."

Kakashi said persistently, "You tell me."

I desperately recalled that the noodles must be boiled with water first, but should they be boiled with cold water or hot water?

I struggled for a while, and decided to soak the noodles in warm water, soak them soft before putting them in the pot.

I soaked the noodles into a large bowl filled with warm water, patted the flour on my hands neatly and said, "It's okay, Kakashi, don't worry."

Kakashi said stubbornly: "You tell me."

I thought about it, looked at the big bowl full of warm water and said, "—Kakashi, do you know the ninja rules?"

Kakashi nodded blankly: "I know."

"We've been memorizing ninja rules since we were very young." I poked at the noodles so that they would sink to the bottom, desperately thinking that's not how they should be cooked—but I couldn't remember how.I said again: "However, if you go out to work in the future, you will find that there are so many rules of our ninjas-but very few people abide by them all."

Kakashi hummed blankly.

I cracked an egg and said calmly: "But there are two principles, which are made with iron."

"A ninja puts mission first." I said, "A ninja is a sword, obedience is a virtue, and a ninja should put mission first at all times."

I sighed, poured the pot of noodles that could not be soaked in warm water into the pot, and boiled the noodles: "...According to what those people said, Mr. Shuo Mao had a chance to finish it, so the plot is especially bad--only Let’s hope this mission isn’t so important that people talk about it too much.”

Kakashi watched me silently.

Hatake Kakashi said blankly: "...well, let me ask you something."

I looked at the noodles that were getting more and more mushy, and said guiltyly, "Huh?"

Kakashi: "Can you cook?"

I honestly said: "...No."

Then I thought about it, and decided that I still don't want this face: "But Kakashi, don't worry, I won't fry the kitchen anymore."

Kakashi: "..."

The days are still passing fast day by day, and I am like a left-behind old man-taking care of the stalls and children left behind by those people.Every few days, I will go to the Konoha Orphanage to send warmth, and then go to Kakashi to have a heart-to-heart talk.

After Kakashi ate the batter I made, he never allowed me to get close to his kitchen. Although he welcomed me to chat with him, he strictly restricted my range of activities to the living room.

"You better stop cooking." Little Kakashi said to me sincerely, "The food you cook is really bad."

I:"……"

Although Kakashi hurt my heart as a good wife and mother, I was still worried about Kakashi. Mr. Sakumo has not come back for a long time, so I would often go to Mrs. Sakumo's house to help the five-year-old Kids tidy up the living room.

The rumors that Mr. Shuo Mao gave up the mission became more and more outrageous. He used to be a legend standing on the altar, but the higher you stand, the more other ordinary people want to pull you into the abyss.

What people like to watch most has always been heroes being pulled down from the altar, and martyrs being found in brothels.

——'Konoha Baiya is nothing more than that, it's a disgrace to the village.How can a ninja give up his mission?He's not even as good as me, and I never gave up, especially since he still has a chance to finish... I don't know what's going on in my head, it's a shame. '

The streets and alleys talked like this.

I was afraid that Kakashi would hear his father being vilified like this by ordinary people, but I couldn't stop the crowd by myself. Sometimes when I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, I suddenly remembered the first time I met Sakumo-sensei. In his impression, he only remembered that he was young and vigorous at that time, which almost didn't match the current him.

When I was helping Kakashi tidy up the living room at Kakashi's house, I found the story of the rice field again. The book was much older than the last time I saw it, and then I remembered the ears of rice.

I asked Kakashi, "Kakashi, did your father talk to you about your mother?"

Kakashi was teasing the dog, and replied casually: "Well, we talked about it."

I laughed: "Speaking of which, do you know that your name has an origin? Your mother's name was given by your father. It is called Rice Ear—and then you are called Scarecrow."

Kakashi said violently: "You are the scarecrow! Kakashi and the scarecrow are different!"

I smiled sadly, stopped talking, and put the story of the rice field back to its original place.

It dawned on me that the name Rice Ear had been out of all of our lives for so many years.Kakashi will be promoted to a zhongnin just after the certificate is issued, and I have grown from a timid and useless little girl to a medical ninja who is in charge of everything.

The day before Sakumo-sensei came back, I witnessed Kato delivering Tsunade to the gate at Konoha Hospital, and then the two chatted happily for a long time under the tree in front of the hospital. Finally, it was raining in the gloomy sky, and Tsunade was right. She waves goodbye.

I specifically inquired about Kato off.Everyone who came into contact with Kato Dan said that he is a very gentle and kind person.

I think of Tsunade's straight-forward and slightly explosive temper, and I am a little happy to think that their personalities should be completely complementary, and they will definitely have a good time together.

Tsunade has indeed been alone for too long, especially since I am about to leave her to go out to live, she will become even more lonely, even I will not be around. ——Although I don't think she cares about whether there is anyone around her, a bright and dignified home with porridge and food is definitely much better than going back to find a dark house.

Then I remembered Watergate.

When I think of him, I feel a little indescribably uncomfortable. He has been away for a long time this time, and he has not been able to send a letter.I only know that he is fine, and all I know about his recent situation comes from other people's mouths.

"It was a golden flash."

The patient in the treatment room relished: "That young golden-haired ninja is too powerful. I heard that it is the Flying Thunder God left behind by Master Nidaimu. None of us in Konoha have learned this technique for so many years... Oh my god, that was the time." Space ninjutsu."

At that time, I was taking Xiaoxin to demonstrate the operation of removing plaster for Xiaoxin. After hearing about the water gate, I just felt sour and a little sad.

"That young ninja even has a nice name, called Namikaze Minato or something, and he looks very handsome - he is so young and promising! Someone is God's favorite, you have to obey." The man's arms were wrapped in thick The plaster, the other hand waved proudly: "Doctor Whirlpool, will you remove the plaster for me today?"

I showed a professional smile: "Yes, it will hurt a little, you have to hold it back like a man."

The ninja laughed confidently: "I'm not happy if you coax me like a child, how painful it is to remove the plaster cast!"

I slammed out knives, pliers, scissors, and a jigsaw plus a huge silver plaster remover.

Ninja wrapped in plaster: "..."

Those who watched and listened to him: "..."

I said softly: "It's okay, you guys continue, where is the young golden-haired ninja?"

The ninja trembled and said, "Why do I feel that what you are holding is a dismemberment tool? Are you really going to amputate my limb? Dr. Uzumaki—"

I gently explained the operation: "How come? These things are scary, but they won't touch your flesh. It's not here that it hurts to remove the plaster cast."

The ninja laughed again as if he had no nerve: "Hahahaha, then I can rest assured! Let the horse come here! The ninja who can fly Thor I just mentioned is what I met in my field work some time ago, don't worry! There is no exaggeration in what I said, he is just so powerful..."

I nimbly carried the tools and took turns to go into battle. After smashing for a while, I took the tools to pry open the plaster shell.

The ninja was full of praise to me: "You are so skilled!...Eh? Why...why can't my elbow move?"

I explained apologetically: "...this is...the most difficult part, I have to bend your arm..."

The ninja asked with difficulty: "...does it hurt?"

I said honestly: "I have encountered shock from pain, but don't be afraid, I think you are very strong, there must be no problem. It will pass in a while, really."

That ninja: "..."

I suggested to him: "You'd better divert your attention and continue to talk about that golden retriever. Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, you will feel less pain after you relax your muscles."

That ninja: "Okay, okay. Speaking of which, that ninja is not only powerful, but also very hard-working... I worked with him that time, and I heard that he was injured a while ago... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" !!!”

As soon as I broke it, the arm made a subtle bang, and the joints returned to some normal functional positions.

This is really a mouthful of youthful food. I struggled to define my work in the orthopedics department, checked the bone recovery situation, and told him the precautions.

The ninja, a 180-pound strong man, hugged his arm in pain, looked at me like a super villain, with small tears in his eyes, and kept nodding to show he understood.

"Pay attention to rehabilitation." I put away the big plaster block and said with concern: "Otherwise the arm will be disabled."

He nodded like a pounding garlic.

Then I suddenly remembered what I just heard, and asked a little nervously: "...you said that ninja, was injured?"

"...Yes, yes." Before he could recover, he tremblingly said, "Of course it's not serious... But after resting for a few days, his life was good. He didn't escape the poisoned Kunai at that time. If you don't, you may die. God can't bear to accept young and promising people."

The sky was dark, and it was raining patteringly, one autumn rain and one cold, I ran in the cold rain with an umbrella, and knocked on the door of Miqin's house.

Meiqin happened to be off today, and I knew it was so late and raining, I shouldn't disturb my friends who were resting, but I felt as if my heart was going to explode—it was so uncomfortable, I could cry if I poked me.

There was a rose-red hibiscus planted at the door of Meiqin’s house. I ran past the cluster of flowers, knocked hard on the door, and shouted, holding back my tears, “Meiqin.”

After a while, she opened the door, and she was surprised when she saw that it was me: "...Qina? Why...?"

I tried my best to hold back my tears, and said to Mikoto, "Namikaze Minato is a nuisance."

"He's a nuisance," I desperately held back my tears, but my nose was sore: "...I hate him."

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