So another week passed in the blink of an eye.
The sun rose and set.
It was past eight o'clock in the evening.
It was dark. Looking up from afar, the stars in the sky seemed to be mist thrown out from the waves of the sea of trees. If it was before, it was really beautiful. But now, at a glance, there was not only a vast and sparkling light, but also a tall and thin one.
It was gray.
The white thorn blocked the line of sight. That was the New Naruto Building, which had been officially nicknamed a golden needle mushroom. The New Naruto Building seemed to like to work at night.
The pale light source shone on the shadowy workers, looking like the lair of some unknown existence. In short, it was a strange building.
So..,
The always strange Dark Minister Kakashi had fallen in love with this place.
It was not strange. He was now sitting on the edge of the golden needle mushroom's umbrella-shaped part.
He was puffing out clouds.
He was also subconsciously hiding in the shadows. He liked the emptiness here, which was good for thinking. Kakashi needed to think now.
He was thinking.
Suddenly.
"Bang Bang." The wall of the future Dark Minister's office was knocked on very clearly.
"Come in." The Dark Minister's answer was also very clear.
"Say something." Kakashi looked back at the young cat-faced Dark Minister standing in front of him with an unhappy face, and he had the urge to turn hostile on the spot.
However, this little Dark Minister with a beast-like intuition instantly gave up the traditional eye contact method of the Dark Minister and spoke in time.
"The acting captain of the T Team of the Dark Minister reports to the Dark Minister."
Kakashi was stunned for a moment. "Nonsense, I know who you are.
I asked you, why are you here? "
"I don't know." The little Dark Minister stood at attention.
He was also very confused.
"Didn't you tell me to report to you as soon as I changed shifts?"
"Oh." Kakashi replied.
Only then did he begin to regret forgetting to go back to his basement in time. But since things had come to this, he could only stand up and open the warm folder that he had sat on. Then he saw what he needed — the promotion order, number 07. Kakashi decisively picked up the pen and drew a line on it to show that he was done. Then, he threw the thin, still warm piece of paper out.
The little assassin quickly reached out to stop him, but the doubt on his face was even more obvious.
"Can't you see?" Kakashi sighed. "I'm promoting you, kid. You're no longer an agent. You're a 14-year-old Black Ops Captain."
"Compared to Milord and Itachi senpai, this humble servant is still far inferior." The little Anbu didn't jump up in joy as Kakashi imagined, but still calmly saluted, then stood up straight and stared at his superior's face with more confidence. "Sir, since I am already qualified to be the Anbu Captain, then please accept my application. I volunteer to join the guard of the leader of the Four Generations, Naruto -sama, and fight for the great cause of protecting world peace."
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"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes." The voice of the Dark Group member began to sound a little excited.
However, the only reply he got was his own echo and the hammer and chainsaw at the construction site downstairs.
"My Lord, Kakashi -sama." The small dark unit was not discouraged, he wanted to pursue the victory. "Although my strength is not as good as the several captains, my progress is fast. I also know that according to the usual practice. You won't frequently approve the S-level mission applications of underage Anbu. Since the field mission doesn't lack me, then let me go to the leader of the Four Generations and shine. What a good decision it is to make the best use of me, Kakashi -sama. "
"Oh, you also know that you're underage." Kakashi rolled his eyes.
"But I didn't know that Huo Xuanmen -sama became Naruto's Shadow Guard at my age." The little Anbu was not convinced.
"And his strength is so poor."
"He's very good at pleasing people."
"I'm good at telling jokes."
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"I'm really good at telling jokes."
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Finally, Kakashi decided to end this unquestionable argument as soon as possible. "Then do you cook well?"
"I'm a fast learner."
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"I'm really a fast learner."
When Kakashi heard this, he suddenly felt weak and wanted to grab his hair.
"Well, I know you're good enough, so you became Naruto's Anbu."
"But …"
"No buts, take your promotion order, and do what you need to do!"
"Yes." The little Anbu had no choice but to run two steps and jump out of the window. His intuition told him that the angered Kakashi was very dangerous.
Kakashi looked at the young subordinate who jumped out of the window, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He felt that he should throw something to vent his anger. But when he looked around, except for the folder in his hand, there was only the wall. So Kakashi could only take a deep breath, continue to sit down, and sighed with a bitter face. Since he was discovered by those brats, it turned out that the seniors of Naruto's Guard were just so-so. His team was not easy to lead. Especially that useless Huo Xuanmen, who dared to hold a high position, but his strength was not enough to convince others.
He was really useless as always, if only he could make a little more effort.
"Poof, poof." Suddenly, there was another knock on the wall.
"Come in." Kakashi turned around.
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"Say something." Kakashi looked at the smiling dog mask that was completely black from head to toe.
"Sir, you asked me to come." The voice was a little hesitant, as if it was not used to the boss's new sitting position.
"Oh." Kakashi opened the folder and threw out a piece of paper. "Your transfer order."
"Yes, sir." The voice was no longer hesitant, and it sounded more vigorous.
"What else do you want?" Kakashi sighed and looked at the subordinate who didn't speak and just poked in front of him.
"Since it's a transfer, I want to join Naruto's Guard."
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"I want to join Naruto's Guard."
"Before I regret it, open your transfer order and use your blind eyes to read it, then take this paper and go to Hatake's old house, my home, and report to Naruto's Guard's night shift captain, that red-eyed sick rabbit!" Kakashi suppressed his roar, and wanted to say a few more words after he caught his breath, but the target of his roar disappeared with a flash of red light before he even looked at the transfer order.
"Bastard." Kakashi almost couldn't catch his breath, so he began to unconsciously pull at the hair on top of his head. He thought about it in his mind, but he just couldn't understand. Almost all the young elites in Konoha were in the Black Ops, so why couldn't he pick out a few decent people?
So the moon set and the sun rose, and the Black Ops department head, who had never been decent, fell asleep with his head on the folder, cough, in his new office.
Until the next day, 7 a.m.
Naruto, who had just finished his morning exercise, was standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast when he found two notes.
1. I ate the pie in the fridge, and you didn't come home at noon. Dad, 6: 45 a.m.
2. Yamato had something to do at the last minute, and your class' cleaning mission in Naruto's building today has been canceled. And I didn't come home at noon either. Kakashi, 6: 55 a.m.
"Who cares if you come home or not, you idiot Kakashi." Naruto sighed, took off the two notes, and stuffed them into his trouser pocket. Then he opened the fridge, took out a few eggs, and fried them.
"Didn't you have pie in the morning?" A voice came closer, following the smell of oil.
"Dad left early today, so I ate it." Naruto could already ignore my Eero, who woke up at the smell of food. "Toast the bread."
"Your dad's appetite is unexpectedly good today." Eero opened the fridge and frowned when he saw that there wasn't even a crumb left on the plate.
"Kakashi also came home for breakfast this morning." Naruto turned around to look at my Eero, whose face was full of disappointment, and comforted him, "I know you don't have much interest in bread and eggs anymore, but this is the only thing in the fridge."
"Didn't Kakashi say yesterday that he wouldn't come home for breakfast?"
"But he came back," Naruto urged, "Toast the bread, then squeeze the juice."
Eero obediently got to work.
A few minutes later, the Minato family's traditional breakfast was placed on the table.
"Why did you bake so much bread?" Naruto's throat was a little gloomy.
"Eating until I'm full and not eating at all are two different things." Eero picked up the bread, eggs, ham, pork floss, and lettuce, poured a thick layer of ketchup, and began stuffing it into his mouth. "Your dad is right, you should eat until you're full."
Naruto couldn't refute, but he immediately perked up again. He deliberately looked left and right, as if to make sure that no one else would suddenly appear. Then, he took out a book from his pocket and began reading while eating like Kakashi, even shaking his legs.
"'Explosive Paradise'?" Eero glanced at the blindingly bright cover. "Kakashi really isn't afraid of death."
"He's afraid." Naruto licked his oily fingers and casually flipped through the book. "So? Young man. Have you reached the age where you're interested in the world of adults? "
Eero sighed softly as he looked at Naruto's pretentious act and silently lowered his head. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist slapping this young master of the Naruto family.
But how could Naruto let my Eero remain silent? "Let me tell you, even Kakashi hasn't read this book before. It was just taken off the printer.
"Oh."
"You really don't want to be curious about the world of adults?"
"I'm not in a hurry."
"Then, then, then." Finally, Naruto grinned and flashed his eight teeth at Eero. "Then aren't you curious about how I got this book?"
"Jiraiya."
"Then aren't you curious about how he got past my dad's strict defenses?" Naruto was a bit anxious.
Your dad just doesn't care about you guys. But seeing that Naruto wasn't going to let him eat until he was satisfied, my Eero pretended to be an idiot. "Hm?"
"Thump thump thump thump." Naruto flipped his hand, and a small red snake appeared with its tongue sticking out.
Gaara's mouth twitched. … He had a deep impression of this thing called Sankaku. Last time, when Naruto called this thing out, he called Sankaku's father by mistake. It almost crushed the poor Namikaze's house. "Don't practice summoning in the house. Your father clearly told you!"
"But it's a little monster from the Land of the Wind. This house belongs to the stingy Kakashi, not Watergate -sama. " The little monster glanced at my Eero, jumped on the table, and waved its flippers at Naruto. "Juice."
"Yes, yes, yes. There's a lot of juice. If there's not enough, I'll make more." Naruto quickly poured a big cup for his new friend and thoughtfully inserted a root canal. He was very attentive. "Haha, what else do you want to eat? Just tell me."
"Haha." The monster wiped its mouth. "You have something to ask of me."
"How can that be considered a request between friends." Naruto suddenly jumped on a chair and reached out to hug the little monster. "But, um … last time I heard you tell me about your dad, Jiraiya's grandpa, and my dad on the battlefield. They were invincible. I suddenly have a yearning for that era."
The monster raised its eyes and yawned. "What's there to yearn for about war?"
"Jiraiya's grandpa said that a man should yearn for success!"
"That's true, but isn't it enough to hear it once? I've heard my dad reminiscing about the past since I was a child. "
"But last time you talked about Konoha '42, and my dad never tells me about the past."
"But that's not what you said when you called me here today." The monster unhappily took out the Kakashi note from Naruto's pocket. "You said that you could only take me to Naruto's house when you were on a mission."
"But I didn't say that I couldn't take you there if I didn't have a mission … hahaha." Naruto stared at the bread in my Eero's hand and rubbed his teeth.
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It's a great building with such a long history. It's a pity that it's going to be torn down when the replacement is completed. If I don't take this opportunity to see it, I won't have another chance. Don't you think so, my Eero classmate? "
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"If you have nothing to do today, you can come to my office." My Eero felt the hairs on his back stand when he saw Naruto and the monster who reacted later. In the end, he could only sigh and send out an invitation.
"Your office. I'm just a small Genin. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Naruto winked and nudged my Eero with his shoulder.
My Eero shook off Naruto and continued to sigh. "My office is a foreign affairs office. In theory, even if your dad wants to see me, he has to knock on the door first."
"Ah, but my Eero, aren't you taking advantage of a loophole in the rules? Won't you be implicated if I get caught? "Naruto looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes.
"So as an accomplice, I won't ask for trouble and betray you." My Eero clenched his teeth. As a brat who just learned how to bow to reality, he didn't have the determination and ability to stop the young master from Naruto's impulsive actions. Anyway, what about the guards at Naruto's building? Isn't that the responsibility of the head of the department?
So, until the afternoon, the alarm at Old Naruto's building didn't sound.
Old Naruto's building, Naruto's office.
Naruto went to a meeting in the morning and still hasn't returned. As for Itachi? As usual, he stayed in his office the entire morning to sort out the various documents that came in like snowflakes. Even after two hours of lunch time, he still hasn't eaten. But what can he do? He can't leave. Because the owner of the office may come back at any time, if Hokage chose to rest, it would be fine, but if he sat down and continued to work, Itachi would have to follow him without saying a word. Itachi has begun to miss the time when he first joined the office, simply serving tea, pouring water, sweeping the floor, running errands, and at most dividing the documents. Although it was boring, it was easier. Unlike now, he not only has to classify the documents, but also have to determine the priorities and summarize the contents of each document. What does this mean? It means that he has to read all the documents before Naruto does! Sometimes it was as tall as his waist, and sometimes it was twice his height! Every day! And most importantly … he didn't do a good job.
So now, Itachi's two hands were supporting himself on Naruto's big desk. His usually straight back was a little slumped. He was about to die. If it weren't for the fact that there weren't a lot of documents today, he felt that he really would have died. However, when Itachi looked at the pile of documents on the table and the last stack of documents in his hand, he assessed his perseverance and judged that he should be able to finish reading them before he breathed his last … if there were no new documents today.
Hmm.
Several personnel arrangement memos of the Black Ops this month – I don't know if it's important.
The protest letter of the elders against the demolition of the old Naruto building – should be important.
This year's marriage application of the Konoha ninja – is it important?
The damage report after the heavy rain last month – the report that I can't understand should be important.
The letter of gratitude from the king and his new wife to Naruto – who knows if it's important.
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Finally, Itachi slowly moved his stiff shoulders and neck. He couldn't stand and leaned on the only chair in the office. If this wasn't Naruto's chair, Itachi knew that he would definitely sit down and never think about it again. Why didn't Naruto talk to him about his new job? He wrote a resignation letter that deserved a scolding. He should at least scold him. Besides, if Naruto didn't get angry or scold him, how could he pretend that his self-esteem was seriously hurt and run away?
So Itachi's eyes once again glanced at the drawer with snacks. He opened it casually. The candy and biscuits were decreasing day by day, but his resignation letter was still there. Perhaps it was really too inconspicuous? Maybe he should take out the envelope and put it back again.
But he didn't succeed. Because a golden light flashed, and Naruto, who would come back at any time, appeared in front of him and was face to face with him.
Itachi was a little embarrassed. His hand was still in the drawer – should he take the opportunity to directly take out his resignation letter and say that he wanted to resign?
But Itachi still didn't have to think about it. Naruto had already spoken. "You're shy again, Itachi. I told you not to be shy when you're hungry. Come and get the biscuits yourself. Although your father forbade you from eating random things since you were young, I'm not someone else. "
"I, I'm not." Itachi blushed and wanted to refute, but listening to Naruto's illogical words, he didn't know how to respond.
Our Naruto didn't care what his subordinate wanted to say. He grabbed a handful of biscuits and stuffed them directly into Itachi's hands. "I'm really busy today. I'll have to trouble you to eat biscuits first. You can eat them when you get home tonight."
"I …" Itachi grabbed the biscuits and didn't respond at all.
"I don't want to drag the meeting out." Watergate looked at Itachi who was stunned and couldn't help but laugh. This child was really interesting. "You can eat the Mom's Warm Set Meal tonight. Your mother wants you to go home for dinner tonight. "
"Huh?"
"Your mother has successfully completed the Lord's honeymoon patrol protection mission. Remember to congratulate her." Watergate lowered his head and flipped through Itachi's work without batting an eyelid.
"Ah." Itachi glanced at Naruto who was checking. He nervously put the biscuits into his trouser pocket, closed the drawer, and habitually went to pour water.
"Mm." Watergate picked up the cup and took a sip. He continued to check. "Also, your mother said that your family hasn't been able to sit down and have a proper meal together since the New Year. She helped you apply for a few days off from work today until noon the day after tomorrow."
"Okay." Itachi's eyes were still fixed on the drawer. Although he was happy that his mother was home and had a holiday, what he wanted was a resignation!
"Okay, 012110. Hurry up." Watergate suddenly became serious. He tapped the cup lightly and sat back in his seat. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the chair. "Start with the document that you think is the least important."
"Yes, Sir." Itachi picked up the thermos and poured water for Naruto. He began to repeat the document weakly.
"Louder. Haven't you eaten?" Naruto knocked on the table again.
"No, Sir." Itachi straightened up and stood at attention. "We received 16 letters of protest today. The first one …"
"Forget it. You'd better eat the biscuits first, Itachi. " Watergate listened to his subordinate's still weak tone and sighed. He decisively took out a bag of biscuits, tore open the packaging, and stuffed it into Itachi's hands.
"I'm not hungry, Sir."
"Don't talk nonsense. Eat your food. " Watergate rummaged through the drawer again, found a can of coffee with milk, opened it, and handed it to Itachi. "Be smart in the future. If you can't leave, ask the secret unit at the door to replace you in the cafeteria. You're so young and you're already hungry. Your iron stomach can't stand it. If you're like me in the future, you'll suffer. "
"Yes, Sir." Under Naruto's serious gaze, Itachi could only eat the biscuits and drink the coffee. He looked straight ahead and didn't dare to look at the drawer again. He found that something strange was gently rising in his heart.
Change is called progress when it has meaning.
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