[Comprehensive] Konoha flower season

75.

But if you think that if Namikaze Minato speaks harshly, I will behave like a man with my tail between my legs, then I am very wrong.

The next day we went to pay the house payment, and then I took two days off in the hospital, and Minato and I cleaned up the house.

The weather in early winter was really not warm, Namakaze Minato sent me to the house to tear up the ceiling, I was obviously not as tall as him, and I was so angry that I poked the cobweb with a feather duster—I couldn’t poke it, it was too high.I just feel that my height is very miserable - then when I was about to lose my temper with him, I found that the man as tall as the water gate was squatting outside, facing the basin and rubbing the dust and stains on the curtains.

I suddenly forgot why I was angry, Minato's hands were red from the cold in the early winter water, he raised his head telepathically, and smiled at me.

At that time, the morning sun was like crushed jelly, and the feather duster I was not holding firmly fell on my head, and then I heard Namikaze Minato laughing happily.

We painted the roof and the walls, but the roller brush was not good at absorbing water, and the water door was sitting on the top of the ladder, and it was dripping and complaining.Bed sheets and quilt covers and washed curtain rolls are hanging in the yard, and there is a sound of hunting when the strong wind blows.

I laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to have so many things you can't do."

The rolling brush fell to the ground with a thud, and Minato said in embarrassment: "Qinai, there are too many things I don't know."

I smiled happily and went to put up wallpaper for the bedroom. The wallpaper was chosen by Minato—he insisted on using the vulgar pink floral, saying it was so warm, and I doubted his taste very much.

Together, we decorated this place that could be called home. The master bedroom where I slept was stuffed with cushions and throw pillows that I bought one after another, and his second bedroom bookshelves were stuffed with various ninjutsu scrolls.The sofa in the living room was stuffed with miscellaneous soft backs. I have always been a boneless person, and I can walk straight outside, but I especially like to nest in my own home.

Namikaze Minato wiped the paint off his face vigorously in front of the mirror in the toilet, I hugged the cushions and nestled on the sofa, the warm sun made me sleepy in a daze.

At that time, I had a ignorant thought-I should grow old with him forever.

I don't feel anything wrong. If time erases all the sharp edges and thorns at this moment and flows smoothly, then it will be a logical thing to live forever—unless one of us burps on the battlefield.But I can't find anyone who can replace him if Minato burps, there's no one like him.

I smiled and said, "Don't wipe it off, I'll get you medical alcohol, just wipe it off."

Minato sighed: "...well, there's no other way, if the hair is stained with paint, just cut it off."

I thought for a while and volunteered, "I'll cut it for you."

"..." Minato hesitated for a long time before saying, "Okay, just don't shave me bald."

I found small scissors, turned on the light in the toilet, and carefully trimmed his painted hair.Minato's hair is thick and the styling is weird and stubborn, and I've always had a weird urge to shave off his spiky hair, but it's just too bad.I imagined Minato's hair missing a point, and I couldn't hold back anymore, so I laughed out loud.

Minato asked horribly, "What are you laughing at?"

I hurriedly said, "It's okay! It's okay, it's fine——"

Minato looked at me puzzled.

I hurriedly said, "No, I think you look good."

Minato laughed too.

"But I suddenly had a strange feeling," I said with a smile, "—Minato, I don't think I can find anyone who treats me better than you in this world."

A suspicious blush appeared on Minato's face, and he said to me, "...Well, you just need to understand."

But life isn't just sunny afternoons, it brutally continues after we wake up and step out of utopia.

Minato didn't go out to work for the time being, and he performed very well in the last mission, so he simply submitted the Jonin application.I thought for a while that I should have accumulated enough experience points at Konoha Hospital, so I wrote a copy myself and handed it in.

What I can't understand is that Minato Namikaze became Jounin Namikaze, and my application was sent back.

I went to the small office on the second floor of the Hokage Building to ask for an explanation. According to my qualifications, I should be more than enough. Although I lack field qualifications and achievements, every year this office will give some of us logistics staff some places to be promoted to jnin. In Yeh Hospital, I was also ranked first, and my information could not be blocked no matter what.

Then the ninja in charge said to me calmly: "——we didn't mean to block you, really, we don't trust your recommender."

I was stunned on the spot.

"... Judging from Hatake Jonin's last field mission, we don't think he has the qualifications to be able to recommend Chunin." The man pushed his glasses and said: "Uzumaki Chunin, your qualifications are completely fine. Card your information review is really forced and helpless, I will open up to you, please come back with another recommender."

I:"……"

I couldn't accept it: "What the hell did he do?"

The ninja in charge said flatly: "Uzumaki Namichi, you have no authority to know about this matter, as long as you know that Hatake Uzumi has suffered a huge loss for Konoha at this time of year."

I was speechless, and after a long silence, I murmured: "...But he has done so much for Konoha."

"He would give up his life for Konoha," I said sadly, "He has loved this village for so many years, you can't completely deny him... just because of this failure."

The ninja said straight and rationally: "Uzumaki, not just him, each of us can sacrifice our lives for Konoha."

"Little girl, let me tell you something. You are still too naive." Another person who had been silent all this time said: "When you grow up, you will know that the process is not important at all, the most important thing is the result, and the result determines everything. It’s not whether you work hard or not. We deny your Hatake teacher based on this. Now you have two options-the first option is to give up the chance to be promoted to Junin. The second is to change the recommender. Do you know him? Jojonin, there should be quite a few people who are willing to recommend you."

I was holding the application form, my hands were shaking with anger, and emotionally I wanted to leave and apply for a fucking Jenin—this kind of Jnin is not appropriate; but my reason stopped me again.

Teacher Shuo Mao knew that I had submitted the application, and also knew that my experience slot was already full and I was waiting to ascend. If I was rejected—with the sensitivity of Teacher Shuo Mao, he realized that he would no longer be trusted by Konoha. It was only a matter of time before it happened, and it was definitely a devastating blow to him.

Jōnin is just a title, plus a little extra monthly allowance - I don't want to bring students, the word 'Junin' itself has little temptation for me.But the arrow has already hit the string, and I am now in a dilemma.

I said with difficulty: "I will change the recommender."

"But there is a condition." I added: "If anyone asks, please say that my recommender is Teacher Shuo Mao."

The man dragged his tone and asked teasingly, "Suo Mao—teacher?"

"Yes." I didn't like the ninja's teasing tone, so I said indifferently, "Teacher Shuomao."

The winter in Konoha was extremely cold that year, the leaves fell off, and the cold wind howled-it was so cold that I rushed home after get off work and hugged the heater for endless hours.Minato came home a little later than I did. He put on his apron, and I helped while I warmed up while he cooked.

I asked in a low voice, "Can you send some to Mr. Shuo Mao? I think their father and son are unreliable. Can you give them some more?"

Then I hastily added: "I can do the dishes tonight!"

Minato asked, "Worried about them?"

I nodded.

"I can't help them." I whispered, "...It can be said that there is nothing I can do, but I don't worry about it."

He was cutting the watermelon neatly, chopping the cutting board vigorously, and said with a smile, "You don't need to brush the bowl, the water is cold. Chennai, just tidy up the coffee table—there are bags of your snacks on the coffee table. "

I embarrassedly went out to clean up the tea table, and then came back to help him peel the onion, Minzumen cooked the dishes quickly, filled a whole thermos bucket for me, and told me, "Come back early."

I rubbed my eyes and whispered: "...then I'll go."

Minato said warmly: "Go, come back early, before our food gets cold."

I finally asked Tsunade to help me sign the application form. After listening to my story, Tsunade pondered for a long time, and finally said to me: "Don't let Sakumo know."

I hesitated and said: "...In this case, all three members of our class are Jnin, and he probably won't have any follow-up people to recommend. So I think it should be fine as long as he doesn't hide it this time. If in two years he still has If you want to recommend someone, let’s talk about it at that time—maybe he won’t be in the small black room at that time.”

Tsunade frowned and thought about it, then nodded to me: "Let's do this."

"No matter how fast Kakashi can climb, it will take several years to become a ninja." Tsunade said, "If you can hide it for a while, it's right for you, Chennai, to come to me."

I nodded, suddenly feeling very tired, and left with the application signed by Tsunade.

People's tolerance for geniuses is actually very low. They can appreciate the achievements of geniuses and send them flowers and praises, but most people are waiting—or even looking forward to which genius or hero will fall from the altar.

Genius is nothing more than that, not even me, an ordinary person--they would think so.

So when every genius and hero falls, they fall very badly. Not only will they fall, but they will also be trampled by the swarm. Those mortal beings are satisfied with these people and find that 'it's just that', and then they kick down heavily. Step on it.

I don't know the reason why Teacher Shuo Mao didn't complete the task, and I didn't ask.

The weather in December was very cold. I was finally promoted to a member of Jōnin in December of the 39th year of Konoha, but my combat effectiveness was still not at the ninja level. It was purely because I filled up the experience gauge in the hospital. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

December 24.

I have been running around for many days, and when I woke up, I finally found that I had successfully caught a cold, so I had to ask for leave and stay at home.My nasolacrimal ducts were tightly blocked, and the snot and tears were dealt with the tissues one by one.In the morning, Minato left a note explaining that he would be back late, wrote a rough time and place, and then disappeared without a trace.

Then suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

The cold wind was blowing outside the door, I opened the door with difficulty wrapped in a quilt, and there was a little white hair standing outside the door.

"I have something to ask you," Kakashi said.

I asked: "What's wrong?"

Kakashi asked very complicatedly: "——What happened to my dad? Why did they withhold my Chunin certificate and refuse to give it to me?"

I was taken aback: "Huh?"

Kakashi repeated and said aggrievedly: "The Chunin Examination Office has withheld my Chunin certificate. This should have been issued in November. Only by getting it can I keep up with the batch of Zhongnin in December this year." Ninja group assigned, but I went to ask for it, and they refused to give it to me.”

I asked, "Did you tell your dad?"

Kakashi murmured: "I said it, but he looked very strange, so I... I can only ask you. Tell me, what's going on?"

The author has something to say: This is a transitional chapter!

TAT asked for a leave of absence in advance... The author is going to watch Wolverine 3 tomorrow!So tomorrow night's update may depend on the situation. As a man of Uncle Wolf's destiny, I might hang myself with a rope in the theater...

Thanks for the landmine woo woo woo woo! ! !

_(:з」∠)_The blackened episode of 'Jiangjiang' (I finished writing this morning! About [-] words) will be released when the time is right!