What kind of experience is it to not be trusted.
Bo Fung Watergate said,
When he was still a little bean sprout in the orphanage,
No one believed that he would be selected to go to ninja school. When he said that he wanted to be the Hokage in school, he
No one really thought that he could become Naruto. In the end, he became the leader of the Golden Flash Four Generations. Some people believed that he would lead everyone to victory.
He said that he would lead everyone to peace and change the world.
In fact, from the third generation to the children, they all heard it as a joke.
Well,
This was also normal.
Because at that time, he didn't do anything.
He only said a few big words. Why should he ask for everyone's trust.
And now, he has proven it again and again with facts.
Bo Fung Watergate's promise is not empty words. That's why everyone is willing to continue to trust him and hand over the future of the entire Konoha and even the Land of Fire to him. To be honest, he really likes the feeling of being trusted and relied on, and he inevitably enjoys being praised and admired in his heart.
But what's wrong with this.
A good man makes achievements.
After making achievements that even he himself was proud of, he always hoped to be recognized by everyone — no matter if it was because of benefits or because of the situation, after signing the economic agreement in black and white, the Country of Water would be closely related to the Country of Fire, just like the Country of Wind.
And what does this mean? When frequent trade and commerce is enough to support the survival and development of the Ninja Village, the meager task fee allocated by the state will no longer be a hindrance to the Kage. When the state is enough to satisfy the greed and desire of the power class through commercial taxation, no one will easily follow the ambitious and risk losing their vested interests to start a war.
After all, most human beings are still comfortable and hate work, seeking benefits and avoiding harm. As for the remaining one and the other of the five major countries? The reason why winning with fewer people is talked about so much.
It's because examples are rare.
So,
This means that,
Everyone can get along well for a while.
Yes, get along well.
Bo Fung Watergate had long passed the age of delusional thinking that everyone would love him or that he could become a savior by eating ramen. He had worked hard for more than ten years to break through all kinds of obstacles. He couldn't take care of his son, and his disciple couldn't be taught well. No matter how sick he was, he didn't dare to rest too much. He could only add some war costs to the "war wealth" … but this was also something to be happy about! In the end, no one came to congratulate him on this rare happy occasion. As for those who had nothing to do with him, he didn't care. But those who had been fighting with him all this while … Instead, he had to focus all his attention on those troublesome things that couldn't be brought to the table.
Konoha, Land of Fire
Qimu Family Study
Kakashi, who was at the door, heard the coughing and quickly pushed the door open. "Sensei, drink some water. Didn't I just pour some for you?"
Bo Fung Watergate shifted his gaze from the document in his hand to his disciple. Kakashi straightened his back and straightened his hair. Oh, he forgot that there was another stupid disciple here. He always felt that his sensei would never consider the future of his own son. "Where are Naruto and the others?"
"You just asked him an hour ago."
"Can't I ask again? What if something happens?"
Kakashi looked helplessly at his sensei who was sick and tired after being sick for a few days. He felt a little sorry for him. "If you're really worried, I'll find a reason to call him back."
"You're saying something stupid again." Watergate really wanted to give Kakashi a critical hit. "You're the one who kept urging Naruto to go out into the field. Why did you change your mind so quickly? I really don't understand how your brain works.
Kakashi didn't feel that he had said something stupid. He only wanted to say that it was his sensei's brain that was wired weirdly. Which of the higher-ups in Konoha hadn't been fooled by his sensei's bad habit of changing his mind every day?
But Watergate didn't expect Kakashi to answer him. "Sigh, so what if you can't bear to part with him? People have to face reality. It's cute to be surrounded by your father when you're 12 or 13, but it's not like you're still doing D-level missions in Konoha when you're 14 or 15. "
"…" Kakashi really couldn't understand. It was just a birthday. How could it be different? "Fine, you're Naruto. You're right."
Watergate glared at Kakashi.
Kakashi glared back, then put down the tray in his hand. He looked at the medicine list prescribed by the hospital, counted the pills one by one from the medicine box, and put them in his sensei's hand. "Take your medicine."
Watergate didn't move.
"Although your nose isn't running anymore and you don't have a fever, you're still coughing." Kakashi was a little anxious when his sensei refused to take his medicine. Indeed, this time it was just a small cold that would be fine in two or three days. But the hospital also said that his sensei had a history of pneumonia, so it was better to be careful with his respiratory symptoms. "Hurry up and take your medicine!"
"Why are you so fierce — cough." Watergate endured the dryness in his throat and stuffed the cup on the coffee table into Kakashi's hand. "Drink it yourself. It's scalding me."
Kakashi silently took a sip. "It's okay."
"Oh, you drank so many pills just by sipping — come on, try a big mouthful."
Kakashi took a big gulp. Although it was a little hot, it wasn't so bad that he would die. But in the end, he silently took an empty cup and poured cold water into it. Now that Naruto wasn't at home, it was unwise to make his sensei angry. And …
Four days ago, Hatake Kakashi watched his sensei return to Hatake's old house with snot running down the corner of his mouth. In fact, it was funny to see a person who always valued his image like this, but it wasn't funny when he saw the chair that was kicked into pieces. In short, at that time, Naruto's rage not only scared the Anbu on duty, but also Kakashi's heart skipped a beat. He almost thought that his sensei was coming for him.
At that time, the gauze on his eyes had been removed, and he was completely awake from the heavy anesthetic. To be more specific, Kakashi had recovered physically. After testing, he could run 20 laps of Konoha almost twice as fast as before without panting. Mentally, he also recovered, and didn't have to suppress the pain in his eyes that would flare up at any time. Even his Chakra had increased dramatically. For example, when Raikiri used all his strength, he was scared of himself. So scared that Kakashi suddenly realized that his dream, which Mute commented on with a strange expression, was very likely real. He lost his temper and successfully used Konoha's number one skill, "Thousand Years of Pain" — to his sensei, it was also very likely that … it was real.
"Why are you in a daze? The hot water will turn cold in a while."
Kakashi was scared by his sensei, and quickly handed over the cup.
Watergate took the water and swallowed two or three pills in one gulp. "It's really strange. Why is it that Konoha's medical technology has improved to the point that it can heal broken bones, but a cold still has sequelae — cough, cough."
"That's what a cold is like, you'll have to cough for a few more days." Kakashi put away the tray, and then put his hand on his sensei's shoulder and gently rubbed it. "Let me help you massage your flesh, hahaha."
"Oh." Watergate didn't refuse his disciple. The second sequelae of the cold was muscle soreness that still wrapped around his body. "By the way, Kakashi, I've been waking up late these days, and I haven't seen how you're recovering."
"Ah, I'm still not used to it. There's always a process of adaptation." Kakashi wanted to tell his sensei not to worry about him, because he had never been better. But he didn't want to take the initiative to mention his "massacre" that day. First, although it was good that his disciple broke Golden Flash's undefeated record, he shouldn't have used that kind of trick in that kind of situation. More importantly, in addition to the "Thousand Years of Murder," he also said a lot of "big truths" that day. The most "reasonable" thing he could still remember was: "You old man with endocrine disorders, since you said that I shouldn't be troubled by the trivial matter of Belt Soil, then what about you? You keep rubbing photos and talking to yourself all day long. Are you putting on a show for others to see? "
…
"Huhuhu, sensei, I really didn't do it on purpose. The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, and I really thought that I was dreaming! I really thought that I was dreaming, so please forget it, forget it, just pretend that nothing happened! "
However, our Naruto only picked up the document again, and didn't say anything about his disciple's answer. Kakashi could only continue to massage his liver anxiously, and bask in the afternoon sun with his sensei and enjoy the peace of winter. But unfortunately, Konoha's Black Ops didn't let Naruto have peace.
Kakashi looked at the man in black at the door, and asked with his eyes, "What now?"
The Black Ops looked at Naruto who was buried in his work, and said to the head of the Black Ops Department who was squatting on the ground and massaging Naruto's leg, "Nara-sama from the Intelligence Department wants to see you."
Kakashi instantly frowned. He actually didn't know how this man angered his sensei that day, but if Genma, who had always been as gossipy as a woman, told him not to ask about it, then it definitely wasn't something good. So Kakashi signaled to the Black Ops, "Tell him to come back another day. Tell him that sensei hasn't recovered from the cold yet, and the hospital asked him to rest. Besides, it's easy to infect others when you're about to recover, and it's not good if he gets infected."
But Naruto, who had put down his pen and raised his head, ordered, "Record and convey his words: Shikaku Nara, you're really something. I was only allowed to enter the study when I woke up from my afternoon nap today, and you came right after I sent out a document. Well, since you're here, take the other documents I signed back, so that my Black Ops don't have to come back and forth."
"…" Kakashi silently watched the Black Ops go out with the documents with trembling fingers, and silently mourned for Naruto. Our young master Naruto's temper was not inherited from the beautiful and generous big sister Kina, but from his father.
"So, you came back just like that?"
Konoha, Land of Fire
In the greenhouse of Hiroyuki Yamanaka's residence
"I'm already so old, do I still have to stay there and write for him?"
"Yes." Hiroyuki Yamanaka put down the teacup in his hand and nodded to Shikaku Nara, "If you really can't do it, this is indeed a way."
Shikaku Nara widened his eyes, put down the teacup, and said heavily, "You write it if you want."
"I'm willing to write it for you, but you haven't told me how you provoked him."
"…"
"You're not talking nonsense again, are you?"
"This time, I just want to talk nonsense. No, this time, it's because I didn't say anything when I should have said something … Ouch." Shikaku slapped his thigh, "I thought Watergate wouldn't be angry. Although I was a bit wrong, I just thought about it, just thought about it, and he got angry!"
"Well, our Naruto is dissatisfied with his subordinate's attitude." Hiroyuki rubbed his numb thigh and almost rolled his eyes, "You too, don't think about things you shouldn't think about, especially in front of others. Do you know that every time you think about something, you can't help but roll your eyes? "
"Then look at what I'm thinking now." Shikaku rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.
"You're hiding something. You have something on your mind." Hiroyuki took a sip of hot tea, "Come, tell me, I'll give you some advice."
Shikaku drank the tea in his cup, "I'm here to relax with you, not for you to give me advice."
"If I give you advice, won't you be relieved?" Hiroyuki poured tea.
Shikaku didn't say anything.
Hiroyuki Yamanaka sighed, "Our lord of the Four Generations is never careless about business, so I'm guessing that it's most likely a private matter that you provoked him. But Watergate draws a clear line between public and private interests, unless … you're plotting against Kakashi? "
"Why would I plot against him?" Shikaku stared.
"Then you're plotting against Naruto without fear of death. Otherwise, you wouldn't just be thinking about it."
"First of all, I'm not Kakashi, and second of all, I'm not crazy!" Shikaku scratched his head, "I wouldn't provoke him when I know it's his reverse scale!"
"Don't tell me you're … Kina Maelstrom." Hiroyuki Yamanaka blinked.
"Don't joke like that." Shikaku gritted his teeth.
"Then what reason does Watergate have to be angry?" Hiroyuki tapped his forehead, "It doesn't make sense."
Who said it didn't make sense! Watergate had no reason to be angry. Wouldn't that mean that he was being unreasonable?! When Shikaku Nara heard this, three little people instantly appeared in his mind.
One said that no matter what Konoha was like, Watergate had been doing well for Naruto in the past few years. He listened to flattery all the time and was coaxed by his subordinates and disciples. His temper had really grown! His tolerance, modesty, and caution in the past had all been eaten by a dog! If he continued to spoil him like this, he might not cause any trouble in the future!
The other said that Bo Fung Watergate was Naruto. Naruto was supposed to mean what he said, just like the first, second, and third generations. Shikaku Nara, if we were talking about you, did you ever refute the third generation? No. No matter how absurd and unfair you felt, you never questioned Sarutobi. Why did you dare to be picky when it came to Bo Fung Watergate? Besides, you were clearly the one in the wrong this time. You were the one who couldn't distinguish between public and private matters. You were the one who casually tried to probe. You provoked Naruto, and you didn't even allow him to give you a proper warning?
After that, the two little people looked at the one holding the small hammer in the middle. But after waiting for a long time, Shikaku still didn't hear the usual final word.
So Shikaku sighed again. Including today, Naruto had been on sick leave for four days, and he had waited at the door of Hatake's old house four times. He couldn't see him, and no one accepted his gifts. This was really embarrassing. But what could he do? "If Watergate doesn't cancel his leave tomorrow, I'll go and apologize again. If he wants to give me a warning, then I'll let him do it once."
"How did it become a warning to you again?" Hiroyuki Yamanaka frowned.
Shikaku was silent again.
But Hiroyuki Yamanaka still caught a flash of concealment in Shikaku's eyes from the corner of his eye. Of course, he didn't know what Shikaku was hiding. Under the confidentiality order, he didn't want to know, but the concealment itself could mean a lot of things. "Shikaku, don't be too nervous. We just have to continue to trust him when it comes to things we don't understand. Watergate never does anything meaningless."
"Heh." Shikaku couldn't help but let the wind out of his mouth. He almost told Hiroyuki the truth — the intelligence department helped Naruto brag and spread it out, and you believed it? No one could be flawless! Bo Fung Watergate's magic was that when he cooked a pot of rice and sprinkled some cumin on it, he dared to say that he made charcoal grilled rice crust. When the pot was burned, he just plucked a wild flower and happened to lack a flower pot!
"But it's already amazing to be able to do this." Hiroyuki smiled.
"…" Shikaku immediately tightened the corners of his mouth and picked up the teacup. The tea leaves in the cup floated. He looked at his eyes in the reflection and began to wonder if he was really easy to expose.
But Hiroyuki soon gave him an answer. "I'm just bluffing."
Shikaku put down the teacup and covered his face with both hands.
Konoha, the former Chief of Staff, stood up and poured the cold tea into the flower bed one by one. "You seem to have figured out something."
Shikaku looked at Konoha, who was calmly tending to the flowers and plants, and nodded silently. He seemed to have been accused by Watergate … On the day Bo Fung Watergate ran away angrily, he really didn't say anything other than an ellipsis. It was all Watergate's blabbering! But, what was Watergate trying to do by doing this?
"I don't know." Hiroyuki pinched off a withered yellow leaf.
Shikaku sighed. "Are you a roundworm?"
"You're the one who's full of doubts." Hiroyuki sat down again and continued to make tea. "Calm down and take a deep breath."
Shikaku obediently took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of the flowers and the tea.
Hiroyuki refilled Shikaku's tea. "In life, all the troubles come from thinking too much. If you don't think too much, you won't have any troubles."
Shikaku held the cup and didn't comment. As a senior employee of the intelligence department, he spent most of his life dealing with all kinds of spies. He had seen and experienced too many deceptions and betrayals … Like a piece of paper that had been crumpled and flattened, crumpled and flattened, crumpled and flattened again. Paranoia was something that had been deeply rooted in his bones. "I hope the children will be better when they grow up."
"What did you say?" Hiroyuki didn't seem to hear him clearly.
"I said, I don't want my son to work in the intelligence department anymore."
Hiroyuki drank his tea and didn't say anything else.
Not saying anything didn't mean he didn't see or hear.
…
November 11, 1961, Konoha
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