It was said that time would pass faster when you were in a dilemma,
So very quickly, more than half of May had passed.
The Sun was shining brightly.
Naruto Building, Naruto's office.
It was 1: 45 in the afternoon. There were still 15 minutes before Naruto's normal working time, and 30 minutes before Naruto's usual working time. However..,
As the director of Naruto's office..,
Well..,
The first secretary and the only orderly for the time being, Uchiha Itachi had already finished his lunch break and was standing here.
He listened carefully and confirmed that there were no sounds of sleeping in the lounge,
And confirmed that the Shadow Guard and the Dark Unit on duty at the door had no intention of suddenly coming in,
And confirmed that there were no sounds of people or ghosts at the end of the long corridor that Naruto's office had to pass through. Only then did he put his hand into his pocket,
And took out the one that he had kept close to him for half a month,
The envelope. The envelope was still flat and white, although the few ink spots on it were quite conspicuous,
But you couldn't ask a person who was controlled by anger and grievance not to make any mistakes. Of course, it was indeed not good to write something as serious as a resignation letter in one go and not change it. But since Lord Jiraiya's "Embarrassing Practical Writing Examples" recommended that something like a resignation letter had to be written with passion and full of truth, only then would it be sincere. Only sincere feelings could move people and be persuasive. Especially..,
This resignation letter was not written to the feudal remnants of the Uchiha family elder, but to Naruto. How could an admirer lie when writing a letter to an idol? Although this idol was a little collapsed now, Itachi was still sure,
He did not want to blaspheme Golden Flash.
As for why Itachi
"did he want to write a resignation letter after" doing a good job "?
Itachi expressed,
This resignation letter should have been presented to Naruto at the beginning of the month,
And he had already made up his mind,
No matter how much he was urged to stay, he would definitely return to the field. But every time the opportunity came, he looked at Lord Naruto's tired but always seemed to be able to look at him with anticipation and tolerance. He could not open his mouth. Even if he did muster up the courage to mention it, he did not have the courage to really take out his resignation letter. No matter what, Itachi did not think that he was a person who would give up halfway in the face of difficulties. Furthermore, it seemed more challenging to do something and then return to the field in glory.
But could he really do it?
In the end, Itachi carefully opened the drawer that Naruto opened many times every day. It was the drawer used to store snacks and drinks. He put the envelope under the biscuits and candies, closed it gently, and let out a long sigh.
Then, as usual, he opened the windows for ventilation, sprinkled water, and wiped the floor. In the middle of May, Konoha was getting hotter and drier. In addition to reminding Naruto not to forget to drink more water, he also had to wipe the floor frequently. In the late spring and early summer, when there was no need to turn on the air conditioner, it was said that it would be more comfortable to do so.
"What a boring life."
It wasn't that Uchiha Itachi was unwilling to provide such logistical services for Golden Flash. The weak serving the strong had nothing to do with dignity. But he didn't want to do this every day. If you do it too much, it will become a habit out of reflex. For example, it was normal for him to help Sasuke train last night. Then, it was normal for him to carry his tired brother back to the house. It was normal for him to throw Sasuke into the bathroom and say goodnight to his brother after washing up. Then, he sat on the chair with nothing to do and noticed the dust on Sasuke's desk. Well, it wasn't abnormal. His eyes were good. But in the end, he actually let his cute brother see his beloved brother holding a rag, with his face close to the table, seriously wiping the table … Although Sasuke didn't say anything in the end except "Thank you", when he thought of his brother's expression of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, he knew … His brother should see his brother as a hero and a role model, not … This job has to be changed!
Although it was a pity that Thor didn't learn it. But Itachi also understood that the strong were always ninjas, not ninjutsu. And he was only 19 years old. It was just that he was born a few years later and didn't have the best time, right? Seniors. Itachi curled the corner of his mouth and glanced at the portraits of Naruto on the wall. Then he put down the mop, picked up the rag, and began to carefully wipe the table.
At this time, it was already 2: 20 in the afternoon, five minutes had passed since Naruto's usual shift time.
Where's Naruto?
Hatake's old house
, Naruto's new study.
On the soft sofa, Minato, who said he was just going to take a nap, was half asleep with a thin blanket. At the same time, Naruto, who came to wake his father up for work, looked at the alarm clock in his father's hand that didn't ring. His father confirmed Kabuto's words. No matter how many years it was before, it didn't matter. It didn't matter if you couldn't sleep at first, as long as it became a habit, it was really hard not to be sleepy. But.
"Kabuto also said that if it's not necessary, it's not good to take a nap for too long, dad."
It's not good, but Naruto, who never remembered what a ninja's warning was in front of his son, just whispered a few times and seemed to sleep more soundly.
Sleepy? Naruto understood his father's meaning. He had to pick up the newspaper that was rustling in the wind outside the window and help his father close the window. Every time at this time, he missed those black guys who always surrounded the house. Although they were annoying and useless, and they robbed him of his father every day, at least they were human. They had hands and feet, and they could always do something.
But soon, Naruto gave up the idea of helping Kakashi persuade his father to add more people to Naruto's guard, and he was even a little angry. Those black guys' favorite thing to do was to wake people up in the middle of the night. He remembered that in the years before he went to school, he especially liked to stick to his father to sleep, but when he woke up in the middle of the night to pee, he couldn't see him. Sometimes when he opened the bedroom door to look for his father, he felt that the light in the study was dazzling, and he couldn't see his father, but his father could see him immediately, and then smiled and lifted him back to bed, patting his back and continuing to sleep with him. Sometimes when he opened the door, the corridor was dark, and he opened the window to look for Naruto from afar. The light in his father's office was white, and it floated coldly on the horizon. Naturally, there were also black guys who liked to appear and disappear mysteriously, and they liked to say to him with a dark face, "Young Master Naruto, Naruto -sama has gone to work, please continue to sleep." So he could only quietly hug his father's pillow and dream miserably. But recently, according to Kakashi's recollection, he cried for his father most of the time, and because he needed his father to go out in the middle of the night for work, it was basically an emergency meeting, so when he couldn't find his father, he would cry and hit the black guys with his pillow until they were tired before he was willing to go to sleep.
Naruto didn't think that he was a crybaby when he was young, and Kakashi's words … were not easy to believe. No matter what, black guys were annoying. After finishing his recollection, young master Naruto came to a firm conclusion. He pulled his father's ear, squatted down, and put his father's hand back on the sofa. At the same time, he heard a few more mutterings — this time, it was much clearer. "What time is it, Naruto?"
"Sleep if you're sleepy." Naruto took the alarm clock off his father's other hand. "Let go."
Watergate Daddy obediently let go. "What time is it?"
"Why do you care so much? Sleep if you're sleepy." Naruto looked at the alarm clock in his hand, and the firing pin was a little crooked.
"Well, my son agrees to let me sleep, so of course I'll continue to sleep." Watergate Daddy decisively threw off his slippers, stretched his two long legs, and completely lay down on the sofa.
"Did you work overtime last night again?" Naruto looked at his father's obvious expression and frowned. "The patrol team has three shifts. Can't Naruto work three shifts?"
"Silly son, I'm the only one working three shifts." Watergate Daddy couldn't help but squint his eyes and laugh.
"Can't you find two more to work with you?" Young master Naruto was so focused on putting the firing pin back on the alarm clock that he didn't realize what he had just said.
This time, Watergate finally laughed out loud. "Actually, that's a good idea, Naruto, hahaha."
"Then why are you laughing?" Naruto sensitively heard from his father's laughter that he seemed to have made a joke. But since it was a problem of "laughing," it wasn't as important as the firing pin — he used too much force just now, and the firing pin was crooked.
Watergate Daddy, who didn't want to stop laughing, secretly opened one eye and calmly watched his son compete with the alarm clock. From his experience, he needed a new alarm clock tomorrow.
"Okay, I'll laugh." Naruto heard his father's laughter and realized that he overdid it when he tried to put the firing pin back. He was a little irritable. "If you're awake, then get up. You're sleeping so much during the day and can't sleep at night. Don't forget, you're not allowed to take sleeping pills anymore."
"Yes, yes." Watergate, who was no longer sleepy, just turned over and got up. Then, he heard a crisp "pa" sound — as expected.
"Ah, I really don't want to sleep anymore, dad." Naruto raised his hand and put the broken firing pin back into his sleeve. The broken alarm clock was far away from his sight.
Watergate Daddy pretended not to see it and continued to wash his face with a smile. Although there weren't many things to do in the office today, he still couldn't push it to tomorrow.
At this time, it was already 2: 30.
Don't be too fussy about the boss's working hours. Senior employees of the Dark Department tell you, good employees don't have the habit of knocking on the boss's door right after they start work. Especially since they were now under the supervision of the Dark Department Head.
New Naruto Building, rooftop.
Kakashi's eyes lit up, he suddenly jumped up and took out his antique little alarm clock — — it was still ringing. He quickly turned off the alarm that he didn't need anymore. Then …
"Bang!" he fell to the ground. Some old newspapers on the floor rustled on Kakashi's back. Kakashi paused for a moment and touched the back of his head that directly hit the ground. The back of his head hurt a little, but it was still painful. Kakashi gasped for breath, put one hand on the ground, and then used the other hand to take out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it up. In an instant, the white smoke drifted away. Kakashi finally woke up completely. But he immediately closed his eyes again. It was noon, the sun had bypassed the wall of the rooftop where he had just taken a nap and directly blinded his eyes.
Kakashi moved into the shadow, smoking and cursing the new Naruto Building. The rooftop of the old Naruto Building was better, he never fell down and hurt. Of course, the new Naruto Building was just a steel and cement skeleton, how could there be a thick layer of moss?
Kakashi continued to sigh, finally put out the cigarette, staggered up, rolled up the newspaper on the ground, and went downstairs with it under his arm. Below the small rooftop was the territory that would belong to the Anbu in the future. The Naruto Building and even the entire Konoha's security center, with a 360 degree, 24-hour sentry tower without any blind spots. It was a very practical design. When he looked at the design, it looked like an ice cream ball with the bottom half cut off and placed on top of an omelet. But who would have thought that it would look more like a hard to digest enoki mushroom, from a distance — — stupid. It wasn't as good as the green hat rice bucket in the old Naruto Building. But seeing that the interior design was so considerate, Kakashi didn't comment too much. In fact, he couldn't wait to move in.
But after all, the building was still a half-finished product, so when Kakashi walked into the bathroom that would be his future lounge, there was no toilet, no faucet, only leaking steel bars and cement that hadn't even been applied once. So Kakashi decisively flashed back to the basement of the old Naruto Building, where the Anbu's office was still cold and gloomy.
In the winding maze of Konoha's underground office area, there was only one bathroom at the end of the left and right corridor. The pipes that had been in disrepair for a long time were always leaking no matter how many times they were replaced. Kakashi sighed, took off his mask, carefully turned on the rusty faucet, and washed his face. Then he put on his mask without wiping it dry. The water soaked his clothes and flowed down his neck and into his chest. Kakashi was a bit more spirited. Although under the mottled old mirror, it was clear that the silver hair on his head had thinned a lot. The young Kakashi of course wouldn't have a hairline problem. He just didn't know that he had developed a small problem recently. So when he sat back at his desk and prepared to deal with the afternoon's documents, he still couldn't help but pull his hair — — both hands together.
Kakashi had been hiding something in his heart for a few days, but he still couldn't decide what to do.
"Although no one dares to mention it, and Senpai himself is more or less unwilling to admit it, as an active ninja, he's already past his peak."
Since the day Uchiha Shisui said those words, Kakashi had been thinking about it.
He was a bit scared, scared to the point that his hair stood on end.
About … …
Getting old.
Unlike all the novels and manga he had read, getting old and dying was indeed the most unreasonable thing in the world. Even the hot-blooded youth would continue to grow up, even the slightest injury could accompany him for life, even the best doctor couldn't cure him, and death was death. But Kakashi still hoped that if that day really came, his sensei would at least suffer less.
So, Kakashi already knew what he should do. Just like what he did last year, regardless of whether his sensei was happy or not, Nine Tails Force Of Human Column Naruto Uzumaki had to learn to take responsibility. Even if Hokage's powerful Fuinjutsu has been able to suppress the Kyuubi until this year, he won't even let the host see his face. But Naruto's seal couldn't be strong forever. In the past, he could strengthen the seal once every three months, but now it's shortened to once a month, and it's still not safe. Strengthening the seal requires the caster to bleed, and if it's done a bit more frequently … … maybe it won't be long before the big flaming fox suddenly rushed out of Naruto's body. Then let's not talk about Konoha, let's talk about the unprepared Naruto … …
Thinking of this, Kakashi suddenly felt a little funny. He was clearly doing this for his teacher alone, but after careful calculation, the one who ultimately benefited was not his teacher.
That's right, this is Konoha, a place that originated from the war. Apart from the two major clans, there are also many smaller clans in this place – the Ninja Alliance. Furthermore, this alliance had only existed for a short 60 years, which was only three generations. Even if there's an idiot called Golden Flash who can unify most of the forces under his command with his huge prestige, Ninja's moral integrity … That is, professional ethics are a bit more credible.
Anbu Minister Kakashi couldn't continue thinking about it. He couldn't help but pull at his hair and take out another cigarette. He didn't like tobacco, but it did calm him down. He didn't want to be used as a tool, but if a person wanted to do something, he could do it alone.
It's useful to use or be used.
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It was three o'clock in the afternoon. It had already been sixty minutes since the Chief of the Dark Department arrived at his post.
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Speaking of which, one day, the author accidentally fainted from the smell of cat poop. As a result, he opened his eyes and closed them, turning into a cat poop spirit who had cultivated for a thousand years and finally gained intelligence. Although he had no hands, no legs, no mouth, no eyes, and no nose, the author knew that he had been scooped out of the cat sand by Lord Watergate and placed in a trash bag. In a trash bag, in a trash bag, in a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag.
Huh?
Then, after another thousand years, the author was finally reborn as a poop-picker. One day, he accidentally fainted from the smell when he was shoveling the cat's poop. … Then, he became a cat poop spirit who had cultivated for a thousand years and finally gained wisdom. He still had no hands, no legs, no mouth, and no nose. He knew that Lord Watergate would soon come to clean up the cat poop. At this moment, he really wanted to seize the opportunity to get closer to him, but unfortunately, he was still a pile of cat poop. He still scooped out this pile of cat poop from the cat sand and put it into the trash bag. In the trash bag, in the trash bag, in the trash bag, in the trash bag, in the trash bag, in the trash bag, in the trash bag, in the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag, the trash bag,
Cough.
After another thousand years, the unlucky author became a poop-picker again. He had already learned to be wary of the smell of cat poop. But there was no other way. The smell had to be smelled by the nose to be able to detect it. So, he fainted from the smell of cat poop again and became a familiar cat poop. Cat poop was still cat poop. But how could he stay in the cat sand and not be scooped away by Lord Watergate? Even if he was scooped away, it wouldn't be in vain for the author to be close to Lord Watergate. But it was still a pity that he still scooped the cat poop out of the cat sand and placed it in a trash bag. In a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag, a trash bag.
Ah.
Another thousand years passed. The author … …
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