Konoha, at the end of October 61
National capital of the Fire Nation,
King's Mansion
Naruto's courtyard,
Jonin's dormitory
The light was dim,
It was still dark,
Yamato and Metke stood face to face in front of the window, their hands behind their backs,
Nose to nose,
Toe to toe. They silently understood each other,
They lowered their breathing. But..,
In the wet and cold autumn morning,
They could still vaguely see and swallow the carbon dioxide that each other spat out, the smell of mint toothpaste, and the smell of chicken curry.
Kai didn't hate mint,
He didn't hate Yamato either. Moreover, Yamato didn't take off his Dark Sect mask. But Yamato almost didn't mean anything. He didn't hate Kai senpai, nor did he hate curry,
But curry and curry that had been digested were really not the same thing. More importantly, he had been staring at Metke at such a close distance for 20 minutes. He had counted this senior's eyelashes, nose hairs, and acne marks. Could it be that he really had to count his eyebrows? He felt that if he continued to count like this, his face under the mask would not be distorted,
But would need to apply to the hospital for plastic surgery! So..,
He clearly knew that they would end up like this because of Naruto's punishment,
But..,
"Reporting to the head of Four Generations, it's already been 21 minutes."
"Your senses are wrong. It's only been a little more than five minutes." Our Naruto wouldn't really look at his watch. The corners of his mouth were pulled down very low, as low as the atmospheric pressure today. In short, he was now sitting on a low foldable soft chair, stretching his legs, hugging the honey water made from goji berries, and looking at the white snake spirit on the bed against the wall, who seemed to have drunk realgar wine, twisting and twisting to reveal her true form.
"It's really been 21 minutes. Didn't the teacher say that as long as they stood there for 20 minutes and didn't laugh, he would let me go?" The monster on the bed was, of course, our pitiful Kakashi. Apart from his head, his entire body and limbs were tightly wrapped in a white blanket, and there were two wide Konoha belts tied around his elbows and ankles. "Sensei?"
"Your teacher is sleepy, don't disturb him." Watergate took a sip of water and continued to watch Kakashi squirming in the quilt. He couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. He had worked overtime until the wee hours of the morning. He had just taken off his clothes and was about to sleep when he was woken up by Yamato. Yamato anxiously led Thor into the Jonin's dormitory, and then a burst of snorting like a pig being slaughtered entered their ears.
Watergate quickly reinforced Yamato's soundproof formation, and then saw Kakashi, his disciple, lying on the cold concrete floor with a green shirt in his mouth, and Kai, who was also bare-chested, was pressing his arms and legs behind him like an octopus.
Watergate admitted that when he was still asleep, for a moment, his thoughts were a bit crooked. But soon, the sound of Kakashi hitting the ground with his head brought him back to his senses — Kakashi's eye rejection disease was acting up again, and he was rolling on the ground in pain. So he quickly searched his disciple's pocket, but all he found was an empty cigarette box.
Watergate remembered that when he found out that there was no medicine, he was actually a bit panicked. After all, since he drew a seal on Kakashi's Sharingan so that his eyes could eat less Chakra in a non-combat state, and taught his disciple how to smoke and let him customize a painkiller cigarette, he really hadn't seen Kakashi in such a sorry state for many years. But fortunately, he still remembered how to deal with Kakashi before the seal. But if Kakashi was alone at home tonight, what would the outcome of the matter be?
"Sensei, let me go, I don't feel pain anymore." Kakashi really didn't feel pain anymore. Although his Sharingan often hurts, once he takes medicine or takes enough Chakra, it doesn't hurt so much.
But Watergate was still not relieved. He stood up, touched Kakashi's blindfold, and poured some Chakra into the seal.
"No need, Sensei, it really doesn't hurt anymore." Kakashi emphasized again.
Watergate just silently lifted Kakashi's blindfold, and sure enough, the red eye was already turning in Kakashi's eye socket, but as it turned, thick rusty blood oozed out.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore." But Kakashi didn't notice.
Watergate sighed, pulled off the gauze covered with blood from Kakashi's blindfold, and threw it into the trash can. "If it doesn't hurt, why are you still twisting there?"
Twisting? Hey, Sensei, you're tied up like this, you still have to struggle to get out. After Kakashi finished complaining, he quickly closed his gray eye, and looked up and down the room with his red eye again. "Look, my head doesn't hurt anymore. Sensei, let me go, I want to go to the toilet, really."
"I really want to hold it."
"I can't hold it."
"If you can't hold it, then sweat more." Watergate looked at the blood that had flowed from the corner of Kakashi's eye to his earlobe. He opened the metal box on the bedside table, took out a piece of freshly soaked disinfectant gauze, and covered Kakashi's eye soaked wet.
Kakashi was shocked by the disinfectant and anti-inflammatory medicine in the gauze, and he couldn't help but groan. As expected, he felt sweat all over his face and back.
"Look, you're twisting again." Watergate also snorted coldly. He pressed Kakashi's shoulder with one hand, and pressed the gauze on Kakashi's eye with the other, and carefully wiped it. After a while, the entire gauze was red. "Does it still hurt?"
Kakashi couldn't answer. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from screaming. In fact, he wanted to stretch out his hands to grab Sensei's hands and throw them away, but he couldn't get rid of the two damn belts that were jointly developed by the Konoha Hospital and the torture unit.
"It's done." Watergate threw away the bloody disinfectant gauze, took out a dry one and covered Kakashi's eye. He then tore two pieces of medical tape and glued them together. "Just leave it like this for now, you can sleep for a while."
"Oh." Kakashi was much more obedient this time. He finally remembered that he had eaten all the special cigarettes he had on him yesterday. So, if he couldn't smoke his eyes to relieve the pain, he could only accept the cruel treatment of the teacher. "Yamato, when you go back to Konoha to deliver the documents today, you must help me get the cigarette box on the bedside table in my room."
But Yamato didn't reply. He just accidentally saw the blood flowing out of Kakashi's eye, and he was still in shock. He knew that Kakashi sensei had an old injury, and he knew that his old injury would flare up from time to time. He also saw him lying in bed after overusing his Sharingan when he went out for a mission, but …
"Okay, Yamato, you can move now." Our Naruto finally let go of the two Jonin next to him.
"Yes, Sensei." Yamato saluted. He was a little hesitant, but he still said, "Um, do you want me to bring a medical ninja with me when I deliver the documents? I'm afraid that Sakura will …"
"No need, after taking the right medicine and resting for two days, Kakashi will be able to get up and roll back to Konoha."
"Sensei, please don't use the word 'roll', okay?" The pain caused by the medicine soon passed, and our Kakashi was smiling mischievously again.
"I'm temporarily requisitioning the Jonin dormitory. Yamato, you go on duty first." Watergate ignored his disciple and picked up the cup to continue drinking water. "Guy, stay here."
"Yes, Sensei." Metke winked at Yamato and walked in front of Watergate.
When Watergate heard that Yamato had gone far, he nodded to Guy. "I'm very satisfied with the way you handled things today, but …"
"I'm sorry, Sensei."
"Sorry? You're a loyal friend, what do you have to apologize for? " Watergate couldn't help but want to get angry, but he felt that it was meaningless. "Forget it. Next time, remember not to believe everything Kakashi says. If anything happens, report to me immediately. Don't hesitate. Otherwise, you won't be punished to look at Yamato face to face. "
"Uh." Guy really wanted to ask, "Then who are you punishing me to look at?"
But Watergate had already waved at him to leave. "I'm going to catch up on sleep and look after Kakashi. Bring us breakfast later."
"Yes." Guy gave Kakashi a 'you're on your own' signal and quickly left.
But how could Kakashi be willing to be wrapped in the quilt? "Sensei, I can't hold it anymore."
Watergate glanced at his disciple, drank the water in the cup, took out a syringe, pulled Kakashi's neck out of the quilt, and poked it. "Do you want me to sing a lullaby for you?"
"No need." Kakashi sighed, resigned to his fate, and closed his eyes.
On the other side, Bo Fung Watergate also sighed. He poked Kakashi and made sure that his disciple was under the influence of the strong sleeping pills. Before the pills lost their effect, he wouldn't do anything to hurt himself because of the sudden severe pain. Finally, he took off the two belts. The belts were really strong. Even through the quilt, Kakashi's ankle was still red. Watergate helped Kakashi tidy up the quilt and then rubbed his ankle. In the end, he only got a snort from Kakashi.
Watergate sighed again and helped Kakashi adjust the mask covering his nostrils. Sure enough, he stopped snoring immediately. Watergate couldn't help but pinch Kakashi's face. The meat was dry and not elastic enough. It was far worse than when he was in White Fang-sensei's arms. "Heh, look at you. If you don't hurry up and get married and have children, do you expect me to take care of you when you're old? You even said that you'll take care of me when I can't walk anymore. It's just nice words. Between the two of us, it's hard to say who will live longer than the other. "
"Huff huff."
Watergate looked at the mask covering Kakashi's nostrils again. He grabbed it, pulled it up, and then threw it into the trash can. Only then did he yawn in satisfaction, climbed onto the other bed, and covered himself with the quilt.
Ugh, there was a smell of curry. It was Guy's bunk. It smelled really bad. Should he switch to Yamato's? Watergate thought about it and climbed onto Yamato's bed. The refreshing smell of mint refreshed him. "It's not as good as the drowsy curry."
Our Naruto lay on the bed and crossed his legs. He didn't feel sleepy anymore.
"Zhiwei, Zhiwei, calling Zhiwei."
"Do you know what time it is, Bo Fung Watergate?" Youjiwei's voice came from Thor's communicator.
"It's 4: 55 in the morning. It's almost time to get up." Our Naruto looked at the glowing clock on the wall. One second, two seconds, seven seconds. Suddenly, he felt sleepy again. "Huff huff."
"Hey, hey, Watergate, what are you doing?" Youjiwei was a little anxious when he heard the soft breathing sound from the other side of the communicator.
"Oh, catching up on sleep." Watergate was sleepy, but he still remembered his original intention of contacting Zhiwei. "How's your work going?"
"You asked me before I went to bed yesterday."
"Yesterday was yesterday, today is today."
"Leader of Four Generations, Naruto, don't you think you're not thinking? I just reported to you before I went to bed, and you're asking me about my new work progress before I even woke up. You're really … If you're sleepy, go to sleep. Don't sleepwalk, okay? "Zhiwei was helpless." Who's next to you? "
"Kakashi."
"Put him on the line."
"He's sleeping more soundly than I am." Naruto raised his head and looked at his disciple on the other side of the bed. Hmm, he's still breathing. I can relax.
Zhiwei was even more worried. "Watergate, are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine now!"
"I can't believe you're saying that."
"You're not convinced?"
"You're quite angry. What's going on?" Zhiwei listened to Minato's angry scolding, but he still decided to learn how to use the Flying Thunder God when he had the time. It would save him a lot of anxiety.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just want to ask you how long the investigation at Konoha Hospital will take." Watergate rubbed his eyes. "Let's put it this way. Kakashi's old injury is acting up. I want to arrange a minor operation for him as soon as possible. I'm worried about others, but mainly Dou and Mute. Can you send someone to me in a day or two?"
"He's finally decided to take off that damn eye." Hearing that it was a minor operation, Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief. "Dou can't do it, but Mute can. With Tsunade-senpai endorsing her, that girl's suspicion isn't high. How about this, I'll arrange for her to go to Ibixi as soon as I get to work. She should be out by noon. "
"Okay, let her take care of her. I'll ask Yamato to pick her up at noon." Watergate heard a satisfactory answer and yawned. "Then I'll sleep for a while. Bye."
"Beep, beep, beep."
Konoha, Land of Fire
Youjiwei's House
Youjiwei's Bedroom.
Youjiwei put away Thor's communicator. Then he went back to sleep until the alarm clock beside his pillow rang. He quietly put on his clothes and shoes and walked out of the house in the morning as usual. Then, he bumped into his son, who was walking towards him. His son, Aburame Zhi, had just returned from his morning exercise. He was holding the canteen brand soy milk and fried dough sticks in his hand. "Want some?"
Zhiwei looked at his watch. It was 7: 21 in the morning. It seemed that there was still time. "Let's eat."
"Okay." Aburame Zhi divided the fried dough sticks and soy milk into two portions at the door. He gave one to his father and took the other home.
Zhiwei silently looked at the closed door and then at the plastic bag in his hand. The small sunglasses on his face were a little unsettled. Hey, son, your father seemed to want to eat breakfast with you at the dining table. Together!
But how could Zhi Nai, that child, hear that?
So the depressed Zhiwei could only carry the plastic bag and continue to calmly walk across the small bridge in front of the house. As usual, he silently ignored Shikaku Nara and Hiroyuki Yamanaka who had just returned from their walk and walked towards Naruto's building. He walked through the mission hall that was not open yet. He walked through the long dark corridor and opened the door to Naruto's office. At this time, the sun would always appear behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, dying the antique wooden floor a golden yellow. Aburame Zhi slightly swept the floor, wiped the table, opened the water, and began to send and receive documents. Only after he had finished all the work on the surface, did he leave behind a shadow snake and a few bugs, and went to the staff lounge not far away.
Uchiha Shisui was waiting for him there. "Aburame Senpai, you just sent me a message saying that you want to advance the investigation of Mute Kato? Did you find any new clues? "
Youjiwei looked at the young man who was the first to be tortured by the army and proved his loyalty. He was Naruto's night shift captain, but now he was actually working as the head of the secret forces. He did not shake his head or nod. "I have already talked to Ibixi. You just need to send someone to announce an urgent mission to Kato Jounin and ask her to cooperate with you."
The one who cooperated well was called a teammate.
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Konoha, the end of October 61.
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