[Hokage] Between a dream and a square inch

?Cure needs the right medicine.

The medicine that can solve the problem of rainy days is watermelon head.

Yuyue let go of the hand on the wrist, and decisively touched the top of Zhujian's head.And the watermelon boy who usually let her ravage|ravage seems to have made up his mind to fight to the end. He held her wrists firmly with both hands in the posture of empty-handed swords, and said with piercing eyes, "My hairstyle is bad enough."

Yuyue moved her hand, Zhu Jian's strength was much stronger than she imagined, and she couldn't break free at all.

She frowned slightly, thought for a while, retracted her hand and pointed to the top of her head, and said to Hashirama, "Let's make a deal? Feel free to touch."

Looking at her long black hair, Hashirama hesitated whether to reach out and return all the grievances suffered by his watermelon head just now.Although I really want to ravage her hairstyle into a wild mess, but I also worry that the other party is still a cute girl...

Before Zhujian finished hesitating, Yuyue had already moved in front of him, lowered her head automatically, and pressed her forehead against his chest.

Hashirama watched her act of treating death like home, but couldn't make a move.His hands were stiff for a while, and he pushed Yuyue's shoulder to make her straighten up.

Yuyue looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Don't you want to touch it?"

"Do you think everyone is the same as you?" After Hashirama finished speaking, he lowered his head: "Forget it, let you touch it."

Yuyue was completely blunt and put her hand on top of his head.

Knead, knead, knead.

The rain outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain curtain intertwined in the air, covering up the green and verdant mountains.The rainwater that fell into the puddles splashed in all directions, making a crisp sound.

Hashirama thought that her hairstyle was about to be lost, but Yuzuki only rubbed it for a while before withdrawing her hand.Even after changing into a suit that fit her, her hands would still habitually shrink into the sleeves.Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the cold.

"What's wrong?" Hashirama looked at her expression, noticed that she was frowning slightly, and said, "Is my hair hardened?"

"It hurts, Zhujian." Yuyue turned her head and whispered, "Why does it always rain here?"

"Ah?" Hashirama was taken aback, clenched his hands a little helplessly, and said, "Did I hit you? Or did I accidentally touch you somewhere? Why does it hurt? Uh... still a headache?"

Yuyue lifted up her cuffs, stretched her arms out in front of his eyes, and said, "When it rains, it will hurt, but they have obviously healed."

Under her rolled-up cuffs, the skin of her arms was covered with a row of crooked scars, which looked like marks left by a sharp object, different from the fair skin color, and looked shocking.

Hashirama's body is often scarred, and he's no stranger to scars.But he was a little surprised to see such scars on a child who was neither a ninja nor a samurai.

"Did you get scratched by accident?" Hashirama asked, "It won't hurt after a long time."

"It's been a long time." Yuyue put down the rolled up cuffs, and the blue cloth covered up the scattered pale pink scars.

"If it's really impossible." Hashirama made up his mind, and put his head in front of her again: "You can touch my hair to divert your attention."

"Does your brother know that you look so stupid?" Yuyue stared at his watermelon head and didn't move.

"Eh?" Hashirama raised her head, a little surprised by her words.Obviously she and Feijian only met once, how could she seem to know that Feijian usually likes to despise him...

"The last time I saw that boy, his face was full of contempt for you." Yuyue shrank her hands in her sleeves, and said expressionlessly: "From top to bottom, there is a thick helpless."

"..." Hashirama wrapped his arms around his knees dejectedly.

"By the way, Hashirama." Uzuki took her own painting and said, "Let's experience the joy and beauty of life."

Hearing her words and description, Hashirama suddenly raised his head, his cheeks turned red quickly, and he said nervously: "No, Yuzuki, that, that is... Although I think I am an adult now, but Those paintings are things that only married couples can do. We are just friends..."

"Huh?" Yuyue folded her painting and took it back into the cabinet. Looking at Hashirama's blushing face and stammering, she asked suspiciously, "What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you say that you want to experience the joy and beauty of life...?" Hashirama hesitated and said, "Bringing a child or something... We are too young!"

"Huh?" Yuyue took out a brand new paper and pen, and replied, "What are you thinking? I mean, come and paint. You can experience the joy and beauty of life."

"..." Hashirama's face quickly cooled down.

"Oh. That's how it is." Yuyue seemed to understand something, nodded with a pen, and said, "So Hashirama, you want to do those things. Isn't it good? You are still a child."

Between the pillars: ...

"Be older." Yuyue nodded again self-consciously: "When you grow up to the age where you can be a father, you can take good care of your children..." She paused, lowered her head, and began to draw with the pen in her hand. On the paper, the tone is a bit erratic: "At least when you can give the child a home, let's talk about it."

Between the pillars: ...

"Hey!" He stood up, pointed at Yuyue and said, "What are you thinking! Who, who is going to be a father!"

"I drew a picture of you." Yuyue ignored his words, but simply sketched it on the paper with a pen, and then held up the drawing paper to Hashirama to see: "Is it very similar?"

Hashirama looked at the watermelon on the painting, and made seals with both hands: "... Fire Escape · Hao Fireball Art."

Yuzuki hurriedly let go and backed away, seeing the piece of paper turned into black ashes on the ground, and then being stamped out by Hashirama, she couldn't help but said, "So this is ninjutsu, it's very convenient."

"So are you afraid?" Hashirama said hopefully, "This is the technique I learned from...uh, from my former friends."

"No." Yuyue drew another picture and held it up for him to see: "I drew another you."

Between the pillars: ...

×

The rain stopped soon.

Hashirama looked at the portrait of watermelon stuffed in his hand, and began to put on his shoes with the corner of his mouth curled.

When he walked out the door, the painter who loved watermelons said to him lightly: "Hurry up and grow up to the age where you can be a father, so that you can experience the joy and beauty of life."

Hashirama's movement of putting on his shoes froze, and then he arranged his hairstyle and shoes and socks at a faster speed, and fled away like flying.

He always felt that if he continued to get along with Yuyue, he would become a watermelon.

However, although it is always watermelon, watermelon head, watermelon, watermelon head, when getting along with Yuyue, I feel surprisingly relaxed.You don't have to think about family and war, and you don't have to worry about when friends and brothers will become enemies, because the other party is not a ninja or a samurai, just a girl from an ordinary family.

What she shared with him were the stories and worlds of ordinary people, her paintings, her watermelons, her watermelons, her watermelons... Wait, why are they all watermelons.

Maybe when she grows up, she won't think about watermelon and watermelon all day long.

Maybe think orange grapes or something.

... At that time, Uzuki must have come to appreciate the beauty and joy of the so-called life and love.

×

In spring, the delicate flowers bloom everywhere, in the rainy summer, the sky and the deep forest are washed away, in late autumn, the green leaves on the branches are swept away, and the snow-covered winter comes quietly.Throughout the cold winter, the artist who is good at drawing books for unmarried couples did not start painting, which made many people who were waiting for new works look forward to it.

Thinking of the works written by that master, all the men showed admiration.

The delicate gestures are lifelike, the bright colors catch the eye, and even the clothes scattered on the side of the picture are beautiful in texture and attractive in pattern.Although the notes written on the side are obscure and difficult to understand, and the classics are cited, they are always wonderful to read, full of imagination, and bring spiritual comfort to the poor and boring people in the war years.

The daimyos of the great powers struggle with each other, and it is always the ordinary people at the bottom who suffer.Life is so boring that only labor and recruiting are left, and it is okay to occasionally look through artistic paintings.

Anyway, they don’t know that the author of the text is the owner of the painting house who is over forty years old and often falls asleep on the table drooling, and the painting master who makes them look forward to it is a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. .

Compared with Uzuki's ordinary life, Hashirama's life is more troublesome than hers.

The war between Senju and Uchiha continues, and they are evenly matched, and the situation is stalemate.The patriarch of Senju, Fuma, and the patriarch of Uchiha, Tajima, both brought their sons to fight on the battlefield, and they were evenly matched.In every war, clansmen died, and among them were immature children who died when they were underage.

Every time Hashirama participated in the mass funeral after the war, he couldn't help but think of his dream with Madara back then.

These children died prematurely before they even lived to be able to drink.Not to mention "experience the joy and beauty of life" to give birth to the next generation.

Even Zhujian felt that he might not live long enough to marry a wife and have children. As Yu Yue said, he could not give his offspring an absolutely safe home.The shadow of war is always accompanied by the ninjas of the Thousand Hands Clan, and the strife in the ninja world is far more cruel than others imagined.

Sometimes he envies Uzuki, who doesn't have to worry about the survival of her family and the fate of her clan, because she doesn't seem to have a family, nor is she a ninja.But sometimes he worries about whether one day the war will harm Yuyue, the place hidden deep in the mountains and forests, where no one visits except for the rain.

Time passes quietly in war and rest, the seasons change and rotate, and the sun, moon and shadow replace each other.The buds blown by the spring winds wither in war, and the summer rains wash away blood and wounds.The golden fallen leaves in autumn cover the new tombstones, and the silent falling snow in winter brings all the stories back to the original point.

The watermelon head between the columns gradually turned into a flowing black long straight.The short boy, not even as tall as Yuyue, has transformed into a handsome young man.Hashirama, who already had a reputation on the battlefield, gradually became a thorn in Uchiha's side, fighting against Madara in every battle.Probably the only constant is...

"Shut up bro."

My younger brother still despises him very much. ?