19th hour after Uchiha Fugaku's death,
The calendar of the 17th was still holding on to its post,
It was like paying tribute to all those who could not get off work when it was time to get off work.
However, Shikaku Nara was not among them today. It was rare for him to change out of his jonin uniform,
He wore casual clothes,
He walked onto the streets of Konoha. The streets of Konoha were as noisy as ever after work, and the further away they were from Naruto's building, the noisier it was. There was no other way,
Even if there was only one teenager, they would still run around loudly,
Not to mention that when they looked up,
There were groups of hairy people everywhere? Those young ninjas who had no concept of saving and were full of energy liked to get the mission fee the most,
Buy buy buy, eat eat eat, and love love love love.
Of course,
This was never a bad thing, no matter how it was glossed over,
Ninjas were still human-shaped weapons that worked for their lives. At the very least, they could avoid the embarrassment of not spending all their money when they died. At the same time, this was also a bad thing... Shikaku sighed as he put away his wallet and picked up two cans of beer from the fridge,
He smelled the barbecue smell and walked out of the restaurant he liked with indignation. There was no empty seat, no empty seat, no empty seat! I just want to drink a little wine to relax. You group of jonin, chunin, and genin who don't know how to respect your elders, don't you have any discerning eyes to take the initiative to give up a small private room for the Minister of Intelligence! Don't tell me that I don't need it just because I don't ask? Bastard! How do you think you get to live a happy life with food, drink, medicine, and burial. Are you going to rely on your daily quests and your fearless hacking and killing? Isn't it us old fellows who have been working hard for you from morning till night?
"Ka." Shikaku tore open a can of beer and drank two mouthfuls. As he walked forward, he thought about who he should find next to drink with him. After eliminating the option of the soul-comfort monument, Sagittarius was far away at the border. Hiroyuki Yamanaka was now recuperating and sober. And Bo Fung Watergate? His leader of the Four Generations was probably busy, although Shikaku felt that he was more busy than that.
The most important thing for Watergate to do was to find a friend to drink and chat with to reduce stress. Unfortunately, Shikaku didn't think that friend should be himself. Shikaku Nara would not hesitate to use his body to block the knife for him.
He could also leave his back to Bo Fung Watergate without any hesitation.
But not in a drinking situation — a superior speaking nonsense in front of his subordinates was a sign of trust.
And if a subordinate opened his mouth in front of his superior while drunk, he would be courting death. After all, Ninja is also a thoroughly hierarchical society. In a hierarchical society, loyalty has always been the most important criterion for the superiors to choose their subordinates. Of course, it's not the only criterion. It was just that the standard of loyalty that the superiors usually thought of was only the kind of loyalty that they wanted their subordinates to show. So, "Shikaku calling Shikamaru."
"Dad?" Shikamaru's voice sounded from Thor's communicator.
"Are you off work? You don't have any tasks tonight, right?"
"No, I'm on my way home. Is there no soy sauce at home?"
"I'm on the billboard of the second building in the south at the fifth intersection at two o 'clock from Naruto Building. Dad will take you out to eat today."
"My birthday is on the 22nd."
"You were born a few days later." Shikaku patted his head, feeling that he was so lucky. Because of Fugaku, he almost forgot his son's birthday. "Yes, that's it. According to the expected delivery date, today is your birthday."
"Dad, did you get bullied or provoked outside?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'll celebrate with you at home on the 22nd. Today, I'm free to celebrate with you alone. You've celebrated your birthday twice. What's wrong with you?" Shikaku drank the beer in his hand. "I'm waiting for you. Come here."
"But dad, have you told mom?"
"What's wrong with eating out once in a while?"
"Dad, you didn't drink it, did you?"
"…" Shikaku flattened the empty can and looked at the full can in his hand, wondering if he should waste a handful of beer to destroy the evidence or drink it.
"Okay, I got it. I'll be there right away. It's so troublesome."
Shikaku listened to Shikamaru hang up the phone, then immediately kicked the empty can away and opened another can of beer. Since his son was here, he didn't have to worry about being found out by his wife. Then why should he waste food?
"In the most difficult times, even eating is a wish."
Naruto Building Naruto Office
In the lounge.
"Teacher, it's time for dinner." Kakashi opened the lunch box and put the bowls and chopsticks on the small coffee table one by one. "If you eat all day, I can't guarantee your energy consumption and nutrition intake. I ordered the canteen, egg mixed rice, fried vegetables, and radish tofu seaweed soup."
Watergate nodded and continued to sit at the desk and read the documents. "You eat first."
"I already ate an hour ago when you told me to eat first." Kakashi frowned, walked over, put the bowl directly on the desk, and then went straight back to the lounge.
Naruto instantly smelled the familiar canteen smell. He sighed and felt the Chakra around him. The nearest Anbu on duty was a few steps away from the corridor, so he had to carry the bowl back to the lounge. "I'm not too hungry."
"Then take a rest first, don't try to finish all the documents in one go." Kakashi handed him a hot towel.
Watergate looked at the small sofa with soft pillows at his feet, then looked at the attentive Kakashi, and still couldn't resist the temptation. He sat down and covered his face with the hot towel, and a faint voice came from under the towel. "Instead of thinking about how to please me more attentively, it's better to do more serious things. Well, maybe I'll be in a better mood because of it."
"For example?" Kakashi breathed a sigh of relief and went forward to massage his teacher's forehead.
"Work."
"I've already dealt with the documents of the Anbu today, and I've also sorted the documents on your desk, and even wrote the outline. Unless there's another accident, I …"
"Then go to the mission hall and take a task." Naruto interrupted his disciple. "Looking for cats and walking dogs is also work."
"Of course it's also work." Kakashi affirmed. "But that's not what the Anbu Minister should do. You just finished scolding Genma this afternoon."
So Watergate stopped talking and continued to enjoy his disciple's service with narrowed eyes.
Kakashi also carefully massaged his forehead, from his scalp to his shoulders. When Kakashi felt that his teacher was completely relaxed, he said softly, "I want to talk to you. We haven't had a good, honest, rational, and peaceful talk for a long time."
"Are you sure?" Watergate's voice was still muffled. "Although there's no belt in the office, there are still four legs of the stool."
Kakashi felt his hair stand on end and his thigh tighten. The wound caused by the belt at noon burned again. He braced himself and said softly, "Sensei, I'm serious."
"Me too." Watergate took off the towel on his face and threw it to Kakashi, and began to eat with his chopsticks.
"Eat slowly."
Watergate slowed down.
Kakashi washed the towel and began to crack the walnuts.
Watergate's chopsticks paused.
Kakashi put down four intact pieces of walnuts and gently cleaned the table. "Fortunately, Itachi isn't here today. Otherwise, the walnuts I have wouldn't be enough for him."
Watergate squinted at Kakashi and continued to eat. When he was almost done, he poured the soup and the walnuts into the bowl.
Seeing this, Kakashi hurriedly took the bowl aside. "How many times have the medical ninja told you that if you don't want stomach pain in the future, you have to change these bad habits."
"Rice, vegetables, soup, and walnuts all taste the same. How can you eat if you don't mix them together?"
"The cafeteria has been cooking more carefully recently. You're just being paranoid." Kakashi put the bowl back into the lunch box, took out the cafeteria brand fruit and vegetable juice, and swallowed his complaints. When Naruto didn't say he didn't like cafeteria food, didn't you eat cafeteria food every day for so many years without saying anything?
"What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything."
Silence.
Watergate returned to his desk with the colorful hot juice and continued to sign documents.
Kakashi cleaned the table, washed the dishes, swept the floor, and took out the trash as if he was still Naruto's guard captain. Occasionally, he would help Naruto deliver urgent documents, but most of the time, he silently watched the sky change color and the moon rise and set, and stood guard. Being on guard sounded very boring. He needed to listen to all directions and isolate all unauthorized intruders. Or, he needed to keep an eye on everyone who came to see Naruto as a potential danger and carefully find fault with them. Yes, Kakashi liked the simple feeling of finding fault with others. More importantly, protecting important people was much better than squatting in a dark basement and having a headache over how to reasonably assign some bloody and sinister tasks that could not be brought to light.
"Click."
Kakashi suddenly appeared by the window. "I feel a trace of a deliberately hidden unfamiliar Chakra approaching. Four Generations -sama, please be alert."
But Naruto looked at his disciple as if he was looking at a lunatic. "I remember that I didn't hit your head at noon. Stop playing and open the window."
"Oh." Kakashi slowly opened the window, and jumped in with a black cat mask. He bowed to Naruto with one knee and raised his hands. "My lord, new intelligence summary."
Naruto nodded and waved his hand.
Kakashi handed the scroll to his sensei and closed the window with a frown. "What's wrong? Something happened to Gen? "
"Kakashi, Gen belongs to the Anbu. Gen and the Anbu have never been competitors. I hope that you can not only say this to your subordinates, but also do this and do it." Naruto rolled the scroll and looked at his watch. It was not even 9 o 'clock yet. "Go and see if my red-eyed rabbit has woken up."
Kakashi didn't go. He took out Thor's communicator and instantly connected. "Coordinates to Naruto's office."
Uchiha Shisui was already standing outside the door.
Kakashi opened and closed the door.
Shisui stood at attention and saluted.
"Because a certain idiot didn't expect a certain genius Jonin to take action, we need to temporarily go on a field mission." Naruto nodded to Shisui, opened the equipment cabinet, and began to equip. "Target location: Wind and Fire Border Desert. Target: Uchiha Itachi."
"Yes, Sensei." Shisui checked the equipment on his body, thought for a moment, and took out two sandstorm cloaks from the cabinet.
"It only took Itachi one day to get to the border? I thought it would take him at least three to five days to get to the border, hahaha. "The idiot Kakashi scratched his face awkwardly." He's really fast. "
"And he's already solved the S-rank assassination mission you chose for him in an attempt to make him stay away from Konoha for a while." Naruto's tone was flat. "Of course, this isn't a big problem. The big problem is that he deliberately avoided Konoha's Anbu. Yes, the people you sent to pick him up. Kakashi, why do you think Itachi was in such a hurry to complete a mission that took at least half a month in one day? Why didn't he report it after completing it? "
"I'm sorry, Sensei. It's my mistake." Kakashi lowered his head.
"Fortunately, I was worried and asked the Intelligence Department and Gen to follow him. Otherwise, if Itachi realized something was wrong and secretly came back, who knows what would have happened." Watergate rubbed his forehead. He felt that his nerves were throbbing with pain.
"I'm sorry." Kakashi didn't raise his head.
"No, it's my fault." Watergate sighed and reached out to rub Kakashi's hair. It was still hard and felt good to the touch. "Kakashi, my only disciple, we should find a chance to have a good talk. Raise your head. I don't want to see the back of your head."
Kakashi raised his head and didn't say anything. He silently picked up a cloak, but Naruto stopped him. "Konoha has the General Staff, Mikoto has Gen, and the security system and Uchiha's Intelligence Department have been watching. As for Itachi, Shisui and I will try to solve the problem as soon as possible and come back before dawn. Don't worry, no matter how strong Itachi is, he's still an adult. Talk to him nicely, even if you tell him everything, I don't think he'll misunderstand the village and me. Promising his mother to let him stay away from Konoha is no different from me rushing to find him now. It's just to prevent someone from talking nonsense in front of him. This time, the enemy is very cunning. They don't even know who he is. As for you, stay here and keep an eye on Gen and the Intelligence Department. Then, focus on keeping an eye on Naruto and Sasuke. I don't want any more accidents. Do you understand? "
"Yes."
"Answer me loudly, 009720."
"Yes, sir." Kakashi watched his teacher leave with Shisui and listened to his own voice echoing in the empty office. Countless fragments of images flashed through his mind. The happy and the unhappy, the gains and losses, the warm and painful memories, the past that he wanted to forget but couldn't no matter how hard he tried, all of them finally entered his body, until they were distorted and condensed into an annoying, unsociable silver-haired Genin with gloomy eyes. Kakashi didn't like this silver-haired Genin. He was just a little trash who could only watch everything happen and couldn't do anything to help. He was definitely not Kakashi. Hatake Kakashi was supposed to be a trustworthy silver-haired young man who had been following behind the golden light, never falling behind.
The wind was cold at night, and the leaves were rustling.
Starting from the Land of Fire, Konoha, the continuous tall ancient trees became more and more sparse until they became short trees, shrubs, weeds, and the Gobi Desert. When they saw the endless yellow sand, they arrived at the border of the Land of the Wind. There were few people here, but the exchange of goods was very frequent. Naturally, there were many thieves, horse bandits, and for various reasons, there were also traitors who didn't want to live and wanted to live.
Although the traitors were a little stupid.
Uchiha Itachi didn't want to think this way, because this mentality made him unconsciously underestimate the enemy. Underestimating the enemy was a big taboo, but … since he received Kakashi's temporary transfer order in the middle of the night, he ran at high speed for half the night and a whole day. He was thirsty. He remembered that there was an oasis here, but who would have thought that in just a year, the oasis would become a nomadic village. It wasn't in the Land of Fire, nor was it in any map of the Land of the Wind. If it was a nomadic village, then so be it. But traitors, you're all being hunted down. Is it necessary to be stupid enough to gather in the same place to eat and drink? In the past, when no one opened a hotel or restaurant, no one really starved to death.
In short, it was now an hour after Uchiha Itachi arrived at the border. He hid at the entrance of the village, and in the past hour, he had seen at least eight valuable heads. However, he had only killed the fifth, which was the target of his mission. The person in the bag in his hand was a Class A traitor Shinobu Iwa. His strength was good, but he was stubborn and refused to accept Konoha's recruitment. So, please don't be careless and become a debt of gratitude from Konoha to Shinobu Iwa.
That's right, don't blame society if you're unlucky.
Itachi shrugged and jumped onto a new roof filled with solar water. He drank some water, ate some dry food, wrapped his cloak tightly, and put away the bag. After calculating the direction of the moonlight, he hid in the shadows for about an hour before choosing a good position to close his eyes. Even though he had decided to return to Konoha as soon as possible, he still hadn't learned how to use Thor. In other words, the return journey would take him one day and half a night. He wouldn't be too tired, but it was the duty of an elite ninja to maintain perfect combat strength at all times.
But soon, Itachi opened his eyes again. He couldn't sleep at all, and he wasn't sleepy at all. Once he calmed down, the panic in his heart returned. Even though the mission given to him by the head of the Black Ops was sudden, it was reasonable. If he didn't have enough manpower, he had to hurry up and leave Konoha. Time was tight, and he was probably the only one who could leave Konoha for an S-rank mission. Moreover, he was the one who kept asking Kakashi for a chance to go out and do some field work. However, Itachi suddenly recalled the shadowy members who had been following him ever since he left Nomura Village … perhaps … Itachi grabbed his backpack, tidied up his shoes, leggings, and weapons, and finally flew out of Nomura Village under the moonlight. His sixth sense, which had saved his life countless times, was telling him that he should go back now. If he was too late, it might be too late. As for what exactly was too late?
Itachi really didn't know.
Whether he knew or not, what should have happened had already happened.
…
September 17th, Year 61, Konoha, Midmoon.
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