The Happy Man of the Hatake Family of Konoha

Three days passed quickly, and it was time for Yasuo and the others to set off back to Konoha.

Jiraiya wanted to continue collecting news in the capital, but he gave in under Orochimaru's chakra needle.

Before leaving, the three said goodbye to the daimyo.

"Won't you stay a few more days?"

Although it hasn't been long, Tsunade has become familiar with the trio. She usually only has one peer, Hong Rope, by her side. In fact, she is still very lonely. She can only maintain her life by relying on gambling to relieve her boredom.

"No, Tsunade-san, let's meet again when we have a chance." Yasuo replied with a smile.

"Maybe we'll meet again soon."

Looking at Tsunade, who was blinking and looking mysterious, Yasuo knew what she meant.

It seems that Tsunade will transfer to Konoha Ninja School next semester.

Jiraiya, on the other hand, grumbled and said: "Violent girl, if we have a chance next summer, we will come to the capital to see you again. Then we will let you see my progress. Our ninjas in Konoha are not capable of being pampered brats like you." Comparable!"

As they got acquainted, Tsunade's true nature was gradually revealed, and Jiraiya, who often did things that made people cover their foreheads, was beaten several times by Tsunade.

Although he resisted, he failed. Jiraiya was determined to regain his place next year.

Tsunade waved her little fist and said viciously: "You idiot will never catch up with me even in a hundred years!"

...

The daimyo could already use crutches to get out of bed and walk. This was simply a miracle in the history of medicine and shocked the attention of all medical ninjas, including Koharu.

The Daimyo, who has not had a rich life experience, vaguely felt that his quick recovery must have something to do with the Hatake family's heirloom orb.

This time the favor was greatly owed.

Yasuo said that this green orb was worn by the Hatake clan, and it seemed to have its own unique effect.

But the strange thing is that the Hatake clan does not seem to be famous for their longevity. It can even be said that in the daimyo's impression, the Hatake clan seems to be short-lived ghosts...

Maybe this treasure is destined to me!

As the Daimyo thought this, he became even more grateful to Yasuo.

"Little friend Yasuo, I wanted to give you something as a souvenir before, but I was never able to do so. Today you get this as a token of appreciation from the old man."

Seeing what was in the daimyo's hand, Tsunade exclaimed in surprise: "This is your favorite recorder, grandpa! It's a token of grandma's family. You have always kept it close to me and not let me touch it."

The daimyo touched Tsunade's head and said funnyly: "If grandpa hadn't carried it with him, he would have probably sold it to you for gambling. Grandpa is old and has no breath. He can no longer blow this Xiao. I give it to you." Yasuo is the best."

Looking at what the daimyo handed to him, whether it was a flute or a flute, Yasuo scratched his head and said, "Grandpa daimyo, I'm not very good at music. Can you exchange it for a hundred thousand eighty thousand... "

But before Yasuo finished speaking, his body seemed to be out of control. I couldn't help but pick up the recorder.

The distant memory slowly emerged from his mind, as if he had done it thousands of times before, Yasuo put the recorder to his mouth.

"Although I have wandered around the world, I have not lost my true heart."

"Peaceful peace exists, and no one can say it."

A melodious flute sound drifted out from the recorder, like a distant tones, walking around the beam.

This flute sound...

Listening to this melodious melody, the daimyo seemed to see the bright and elegant girl in front of his eyes again, but that was already sixty years ago.

Once the song was closed, the daimyo couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

It wasn't until Tsunade shook his hand that he woke up from the intoxicated memory and smiled to himself: "It's the old man who lost his temper."

"You stinky Yasuo, you liar, don't you think you're not good at music? Do you think I'm deaf? It sounds so good!" Tsunade angrily scolded Yasuo.

Yasuo looked at Tsunade's little face and said deeply: "My glory, I have been gone for a long time."

Tsunade:"???"

...

Just like the feeling of playing the flute has been integrated into Yasuo's blood, pretending to escape has also been engraved in Yasuo's bone marrow. If he uses it accidentally, it is just an instinctive reaction.

After playing the song "The Sound of the Deer", Yasuo felt that his impetuousness in the past few days had been wiped away, and his whole person had become much more ethereal. The filthiness of the world, the intrigues between people, the money. Decay, the depravity of desire, all these things were far away from him. After getting rid of the low-level taste, Yasuo felt that he had become more noble and pure.

"So, little friend Yasuo, next is my reward for curing the old man, 2 million yuan, what do you think?"

“Can I have cash?”

Damn your nobility and justice, what a high-sounding word!

Two million!

He is truly worthy of being a great name in his country, and he is so generous in his spending. He was able to catch up with two S-level missions.

In fact, if you think about it, if such a mission is announced, it will definitely be a super S-level mission to save the life of a dying Daimyo of the most powerful country. Such a reward is not excessive.

"cash?"

The daimyo frowned, shook his head and said, "Young friend Yasuo, two million is not a small amount. Are you sure you want to carry such a huge amount of money with you?"

Yasuo wanted to say that it didn't matter. I have a big dog in my body that eats money but doesn't spit out bones. No matter how much money you give me, I can take it away.

But from a practical point of view, it is too unrealistic for three children to travel far away with millions of dollars.

Moreover, Daming Mansion is not an absolutely secretive place. If someone knows this information, they will not care whether you used the money to recharge, and they will definitely rob you. It is indeed very dangerous.

Seeing that Yasuo seemed to understand his situation, the Daimyo smiled and said: "Actually, even for the Daiming Mansion, it will take some time to raise this money. After all, the Ninja War has not yet ended, and money is needed everywhere in the Land of Fire."

"When the money is raised, I will send a special guard to the Hatake clan in Konoha and hand it over to your clan leader."

When the daimyo said this, Yasuo's little face fell. It seemed that the daimyo still didn't understand that the small family that was not prosperous back then now only has two or three kittens left, and the leader of the Hatake clan It was Yasuo's young eldest brother.

No matter how you look at it, this money will be a problem for Sakumo.

Whether it is explaining the origin of medical ninjutsu or explaining the origin of the "family heirloom", just thinking about it is a headache.

It would be impossible for Keiko or Sakumo to hack away the money, but it would be very difficult to use it freely.

I'm afraid I'm going back to the state I couldn't bear to think of many years ago:

"Mommy, please give me one hundred and ninety-nine yuan to buy study materials. I have no idea about New Year limited skins or anything like that!"

.......

Shaking his head to shake these horrific memories out of his head, Yasuo even felt his butt aching faintly again, the smell of the long-lost feather duster.

Yasuo put on a small face and said seriously:

"Grandpa Dai Ming, I feel that if a pure child like me suddenly gets a huge sum of money, this is not a good thing. It will easily make people lose the motivation to work hard!"

After a pause, Yasuo continued to wipe tears in his heart and said involuntarily: "Actually, I am very interested in the development of ninjutsu, especially the research of medical ninjutsu, so I hope you can use this money to establish a Just give me 30,000 yuan a month for research and study through a child care and child care growth support fund!"

Thirty thousand yuan a month is just enough to last until I graduate from the Ninja School. Although it delays my development a bit, it is better than being killed by my mother alone.

"What a good kid!"

After listening to Yasuo's words, the daimyo once again sighed in his heart. If the Fire Nation could have more such motivated juniors, he could retire with peace of mind.

As for now, the daimyo thinks that he should work for another ten years and see how things go. He hopes that his incompetent sons can grow up quickly!

...

At the same time, a sixty-year-old man who was feeling sorry for himself in a dark room suddenly felt a chill flash across his body.

It seems that the bones in his body are indeed not as good as they used to be. He is afraid of the cold in the summer. Then he sprinkled a handful of wolfberries into the thermos cup...