So life sent away five calendars in the dark and the morning.
Konoha, October 9, 61
Naruto Building, Konoha, the Fire Country
Naruto Office Lounge
Lunch break.
"You can't eat when you're anxious …" The one who stopped mid-sentence was Oily Girl Zhi Wei.
He was still hungry. He finished delivering the results of Naruto's morning work.
Just as he was about to put down the receipt and go to the cafeteria to eat fried noodles,
He was stopped by Naruto. Naruto's day shift guard captain was really not a human job! Not only did he run like a delivery dog, but he also had to work all day (including overtime). Naruto sat and stood.
Naruto ate while he watched!
"So, as you can see,
I've changed my bad habit of not eating when I'm anxious. "Our Naruto put down his spoon and drank the soup.
The soup was cabbage meatball soup.
"There's still one meatball left.
Do you want to try my son's cooking? He's really becoming more and more like his mother. "
"No, thank you."
"Thank you." Youjiwei smelled the aroma of the hot food and felt even hungrier, but he could only stand at attention and bless his son in his heart. He had trained his son's cooking skills so well. Hmph.
Don't cry when Naruto cries and shouts about getting married one day.
But our Naruto couldn't hear. He chewed the last meatball and rested his chin on his hand. "I'm done eating. Tell me, what did you find today?"
"No." Zhiwei shook his head and complained in his heart with a cold face.
Boss, boss.
Boss Watergate. Ahhh.
Aren't you tired of asking three meals a day?
"But it's been a week, Zhiwei."
"It's been less than seven days."
"But the last time you investigated Orochimaru and the others' hideouts, it was only a month ago.
Last time, when the Emperor was critically ill, it took you three days to draw me a map of the National capital. And the time before that, when I asked you to investigate Danzō's weakness, you sold him out in one night. "Watergate knocked on his bowl." Seven days is just to investigate the people around me. There aren't many people, right? "
"That's not enough," Zhiwei said with certainty. He could not show the slightest bit of hesitation in the face of his boss who was questioning him.
"Then tell me, how long do you need?"
"This kind of thing can't be rushed. If we do, it's easy to make false accusations." As soon as Zhiwei spoke, he felt a chill run down his spine. His back was drenched in cold sweat. He had been targeted by Bo Fung Watergate's murderous aura. "Watergate, control your anger! Yes, I said something that made you unhappy. You can be angry if you want to, but you should have some self-awareness when you're angry, okay? Don't always complain that people are less and less open to you. You've been Naruto for 16 years. No matter how approachable you are, you're still Naruto! Think about it. When we went to see the Sandaime, even the White Fang Sannin had to bow to him on one knee. You don't want us to kneel to you, but the Sandaime didn't ask us to kneel! "
"…"
Zhiwei looked at the silent Watergate and felt the temperature on his back rise. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Have you calmed down? You almost killed me just now. "
"It's just a little murderous aura." Watergate looked back at the window and pinched his face. "The older you get, the more timid you become."
That's why I've lived so long without any old injuries and enemies. Zhiwei sighed inwardly. "Watergate, the people outside killed 3,000 by mistake and succeeded without letting any of them escape. But the guys around you are all good guys. Besides, no news is also good news. No one looks like the culprit. Doesn't that prove that it's probably not a mole, but an outsider? After all, Konoha's security system … "
"I hope so." Watergate sat up straight and narrowed his eyes. "Anyway, let's hurry up. This time, Fugaku died, and the next time, it might be me."
"No, no matter if it's a mole or an outsider, he's always a coward." Zhiwei was a little worried about Watergate's personal safety. "Otherwise, if he hugged you and stabbed you, grass would have grown on your grave."
"You make it sound like I can't avoid it."
"Look at you. You're always sleepy from working overtime." Zhiwei raised his mustache. "You've been slow to react."
"I'm taking the initiative to lure the snake out of its hole." Watergate packed up his lunch box. "I've caught a lot of assassins in the past few years. Do you think it's because I beat the assassins too hard that they lost confidence in killing me with physical means? All these years, I've only seen these little tricks in the dark. "
"You're in a terrible fix because of a little trick?" Zhiwei knew what Watergate was thinking when he saw how stubborn he was. He decisively refused. "Don't think of using yourself as bait to lure the snake out of its hole. That's impossible!"
"Then what do you think I should do? The enemy is in the dark and I'm in the light. If I really let you be my guard captain for a year, the whole world will know that I let you spy on my people." Watergate sighed. "What should I do then? Should I resign or kill you to vent everyone's anger? "
"You can deny it, but I can kill myself." Zhiwei leaned closer to Watergate and became more serious.
"Kill yourself? You don't care if you become the second Kakashi, but I don't want my son to become the second Guy. " Watergate sighed again. "I'll give you another week. Otherwise … I'll be a target for every day I live anyway."
"Watergate!" Youjiwei once again felt the emotional fluctuations of Bo Fung Watergate at close range. He suddenly realized that his friend's nerves might be more fragile than he appeared.
"Go eat and get back to work." Watergate put away his lunch box, poured himself a glass of water, and sat back at his desk. "Come back quickly. My goal is to get off work on time tonight. In the evening, Naruto said that he wants to try making scallion pancakes. They're the best when they're fresh out of the pot. "
…
"So it must be fresh scallions!"
It was 4: 30 in the afternoon.
Konoha Vegetable Market.
Uzumaki Naruto gestured to the auntie who was selling vegetables. "Your green onions are all dry."
"How can you talk like that?" The middle-aged woman was not polite to the young master of the Naruto family who always came to the market. "Look at the time. It's already afternoon. If I put you here from morning to night, you'll wilt."
"I won't wilt." Naruto was still picky. "The recipe says that scallions that aren't fresh taste dry."
"Oh, young man, you actually look at the recipe." There were not many people in the market before work hours, so the middle-aged woman was willing to say a few more words. "Believe in my cooking skills. Scallion pancakes and scallions are all the same. The most important thing is not the scallions, but the noodles."
"No, it's the scallions." Naruto quickly took out the old pink recipe book and pointed it out to the middle-aged woman.
Not only was the middle-aged woman happy, but the other vegetable vendors, fish vendors, and butchers were also happy. Because they saw the words on the pink cover that flashed a red heart: "Essential for a bride's cooking."
"Hahaha, hahaha."
"Hey, hey, what's so funny?"
"Hahaha, hahaha."
"I said, don't laugh." Naruto knew that it was weird for a grown man to cook with a "bride's recipe book" every day. Naruto also wanted to say loudly to them, "My mother learned how to cook from this recipe book. She wasn't my father's bride at that time." But in the end, Naruto didn't say anything. He didn't like being laughed at, and he didn't like being looked at "that" way.
However, Sasuke, who had been waiting for Naruto to buy scallions, didn't want his teammate to be laughed at. He coldly said, "Are you selling scallions or not?"
Silence.
Sasuke looked at Naruto, who was holding the pink recipe book and was stunned by the middle-aged woman's nagging. "Are you buying scallions or not?"
"Ah, ah, ah, yes. Scallions are better than nothing." Naruto quickly opened his frog wallet and took out the scallions with one hand and handed over the money with the other.
"Can we go to the mission hall to hand in the mission now?" Sasuke turned and left.
"Yes." Naruto carried a plastic bag full of various vegetables and quickly caught up with him. "Well, thank you, Sasuke. The aunties are really too enthusiastic sometimes."
"Hmph."
"Hey, shouldn't you say you're welcome?"
"What's there to say to you?" Sasuke was actually very apologetic. He didn't mean to be rude, but he didn't know why his voice came out of his nostrils. "But do you really want to line up at the mission hall with so many vegetables? It's too ugly. "
"I want to send them back first, but I don't know how to cook. The mission hall is not on the way to the Hatake House."
Ming scratched his head. "But after handing in the mission, there will only be leftovers. The scallions will wilt even more."
The main point wasn't the scallions. The main point of the scallion pancake was the pancake! Sasuke wanted to make fun of him as usual, but he found that he couldn't open his mouth to crack a joke.
"Why aren't you talking?" As usual, Naruto, who was waiting for Sasuke to make fun of him, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Sasuke looked around without batting an eyelid. "Here's a constructive suggestion. You can ask someone else to help you send them back first."
"Are you talking about calling Kakashi to come and rescue me?" Naruto rolled his eyes and found that it was indeed a good idea. After all, he was running around Konoha every day.
"No, I'm talking about the Anbu who are following you."
"…" Naruto wanted to tell Sasuke that there was no Anbu, but thanks to the pets that often ran away from home, his ears and eyes were much sharper than when he was a child. He couldn't deceive himself anymore. "But how do I call them out? Do I shout on the road?"
Maybe it would be more convenient for me to kick you in the face. Sasuke controlled his restless foot. He remembered when he and Naruto were still young. Sometimes, they would quarrel on the way home from school for no reason. In the end, no matter who started the fight, they would end up in the ground. At that time, those black masks would jump out from all directions and pull them apart. Naruto would be sent to Naruto's office. Uncle Naruto, who was always good-tempered, would comfort his son with good food and drinks, while he would be sent home and wait for his cold-faced father to hit him.
"Why aren't you talking again?"
Sasuke looked at Naruto, who looked even more silly with the plastic bag, and sighed. He didn't know what kind of father that kid would become when he grew up. He would probably be the spoiling type like Uncle Naruto.
"Sasuke, what the hell are you thinking!" Naruto kicked the stone under his foot. "I can see from your eyes that you are thinking of bad ideas ~"
"You think too much." Sasuke saw Naruto from afar. "I don't know if I can get to the front of the line if I run over there."
"Then let's run over there and see." Naruto knocked his shoes and then ran away.
Sasuke was embarrassed and quickly followed, but, "Why isn't Teacher Yamato waiting here today?"
"How would I know?" Naruto looked at his watch with an unhappy face. "If I'm late, I won't have time to go home and cook."
"Then let's eat in the cafeteria." Sasuke crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
"But my dad said he would go home for dinner tonight." Naruto looked even more disappointed. "Sasuke ~ I want to eat scallion pancakes with dad."
"Don't even think about it. I still want to go home on time for dinner." Sasuke looked at Naruto and knew what he wanted to do.
"But." Naruto pouted. "Tomorrow is the day of silence. It's not too lively to celebrate a birthday on a day of silence."
Sasuke didn't say anything.
"If you don't object, it means you agree." Naruto dug into his pocket and quickly stuffed something in Sasuke's hand and ran away again.
Sasuke sighed deeply. "I really owe you in my previous life."
The sun set and the moon rose. Time passed by.
Uchiha Main Residence
In the small dining room
"Da da da." The clock finally pointed to 8 pm.
Mikoto Uchiha pulled open the embroidered white curtain and turned on all the lights in the dining room. Then she sat at the dining table and continued to knit a sweater. As her hands moved, the ball of wool in the basket at her feet rolled out.
"Maybe I should get a few cats." Mikoto took a sip of the steaming Earl Grey tea and looked up at the quiet dining room. The polished stainless steel cookware in the dining room shone with a cold light. The cold light reflected off the brand-new porcelain, like icicles under the window in winter, beautiful and dangerous.
Mikoto stood up and turned on the radio. An old-fashioned voice came out of the wooden box telling a story. It was a very boring story. A wandering ninja was saving the world. The beginning and ending could be guessed even from half of the story. "Maybe I should go see a new movie tomorrow."
"Mom, what are you talking to yourself about?"
Mikoto turned around and smiled. It was her youngest son who opened the door. There was a black finger mark on his face and his hands were full of grease. "Did you also get a sewer mission today?"
"No, it didn't rain yesterday." Sasuke squeezed some detergent and rubbed his hands hard. "Sorry mom, I came back late. Because Sensei Yamato was late, I waited in the mission hall for a long time. On the way back, I saw a tricycle with a broken chain, so I helped the owner fix it. "
"Wow, Sasuke has a talent for fixing things. I remember you liked to take apart clocks and watches when you were little. "Mikoto turned on the water heater for her son." My son is awesome. "
"Mom, how many times have I told you that Naruto framed me?"
"You have to clean your nails too." Mikoto handed her son a cloth to wash the pot. "But Sasuke can restore the watch to its original state every time, so our Sasuke is still the best."
"Mom ~" Sasuke was always defeated by his mother's inexplicable praise.
"Have you had dinner?" Mikoto smiled and wiped her son's red face with some hot water.
"Sorry mom, because the car broke down in the middle of the road, it took a while to move it." Sasuke was really apologetic. "I was really hungry, so I ate outside. Naruto gave me a ticket for Ichiraku Ramen. I'll definitely come back tomorrow to eat with mom."
"What's there to apologize for? Of course you have to eat when you are hungry." Mikoto laughed and patted Sasuke's shoulder. "But next time, remember to ask someone to come back and tell me."
"Okay." Sasuke washed his hands and took the towel from his mother. "Brother didn't come back for dinner today, right?"
"No, isn't tomorrow the Day of Silence?" Mikoto shrugged. "Many people came back. It's rare for your brother to have so many people. He just took office, so he went to have a gathering. It's just a gathering. Your brother actually said it. Sure enough, being a leader is different. He actually learned how to socialize without a teacher. Really, when I think of him calling back and saying that he was going to socialize with his subordinates, I am going to laugh like crazy. Sasuke, think about it. Your brother is holding a microphone and eating popcorn in a KTV. I really want to take a picture and burn it for your father to see! "
Sasuke glanced at his father's portrait on the cupboard. He understood his mother's bad taste very well. Besides, he was filial and supported her. "Mom, don't worry. There will be a chance to take a picture. Next time, I will go with my brother."
Mikoto blinked and hugged Sasuke. She quickly kissed him on the cheek. "You are really my good son. Go and take a bath. I have boiled the water for you."
"Okay." Sasuke looked at his mother who sat back in the chair. He thought for a while and only replied with four words. "Thank you, Mom."
"You don't have to be so polite with your mother." Mikoto waved the back of her hand at her son. "Call me if you want to scrub your back."
But this time, Sasuke's reply to Mikoto was only a silent rejection.
"Well, it's normal for a child to be shy when taking a bath with his mother." Mikoto smiled and continued to knit the sweater. Although it was still early in the winter and her two ninja sons didn't seem to need to wear sweaters, she still had an elder son. And Mikoto had a hunch that she might often wait for Itachi like this in the future, just like how she waited for her dead husband. How boring. But this was Mikoto Uchiha's life. It was the same as all the ninja wives in Konoha. "Maybe it's not bad to have two beautiful daughters-in-law to accompany me in the future."
Men don't understand women's tenacity.
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