November 17, 61 Konoha,
Konoha, the Land of Fire.
Border.
If forests and deserts are the natural barrier between the Land of Fire and the Land of the Wind.
What separates the Land of Fire from the Water Country is the sea and the reef.
And what separates the Land of Fire from the Land of Thunder and Earth is the Land of Rain.
The Land of Birds.
The Land of Water and other small countries.
They swung back and forth between several big countries according to the situation.
Among them, there are also some special countries.
For example, the Land of Rivers – the large and small rivers flowing down from the Land of Rain.
It used to be the oldest boundary between the Land of Wind and Fire, but now the land has been covered by forests.
There is no king or ninja village.
Another example is the Land of Fields. It is sandwiched between the Land of Hot Water and the Land of Iron. Among the big countries, it only borders the Land of Fire.
Although the king is still there, with the death of Orochimaru and the destruction of the Sound Ninja, the situation is not much different from that of the Land of Rivers.
In short, on the territory of the Land of Fire, there are such countries as the Wave Country, the Island Tea Country in the south of the Land of Fire, and the Whirlpool Country on the eastern peninsula that is only separated by a strait from the Water Country Archipelago.
"The border is really long." Jiraiya put out the bonfire.
He rolled up the map.
He took a sip of wine.
He stood up.
He stomped his cold feet, sighed, and continued to walk to the border station.
Yes, the border station, Konoha's, the largest. It is at the top of the angle between the Land of Waves and the Land of Whirlpools. It is the only safe bay on the coastline of the Land of Fire without dangerous reefs and raging storms. It is the most economical port for the Water Country's merchant ships to land on the mainland. Occasionally, ships from the Cloud Country will dock. However, there are no towns here like other inland ports in the Land of Fire. Instead, it is more and more desolate.
First of all, because of the previous years of war, the population of the Land of Fire has declined, and there are more land than people. As the subjects of an agricultural country, there are better fields inland, so naturally, they will not come to the sea breeze. Then there is the reason of the Water Country's merchants. Merchants pursue profits. As an island country, food must be imported through the mainland. Of course, it is best to build a port here, but this is the territory of the Land of Fire. Now the two countries are on good terms, but what if they fight again. In the end, it was all because of pirates.
The war had nurtured countless brave warriors, but when the war ended, there was no place for them to use their skills. After all, there were only a few who could return home, because dogs that had eaten human flesh were no longer dogs, but wolves.
Wolves eat people.
Of course, after the War of the Five Great Nations, each of them had their own despicable ways, but the only thing they had in common was that only the Five Great Shadow Villages could represent the country to enforce the law. Among them, the Five Shadows represented order.
Therefore, the wolf had no choice but to go into the sea. Since there was no food in the sea, they could only rob it. They robbed the Water Country's fleet underwater, and robbed the Fire Country's and other countries' caravans when they came ashore. When all the merchants were paying more money to hire ninjas, Zhang Ruochen's face changed. At the border of the Fire Country, the resting place for the patrol team became a permanent base.
There were people from Konoha, Mist Ninjas, Thunder Ninjas, Shinobu Iwa, and even the Sand Ninjas who had nothing to do with water. After all, among the pirates, there were quite a lot of rebellious ninjas.
Therefore, the port city was not built, and Konoha's base became an officially recognized exchange. But the people who participated in the exchange were all ninjas from different countries, and the people who were listed on the exchange were all bandits and rebellious ninjas.
"But compared to fighting pirates, I think I'm more suited to be a pirate." Jiraiya walked, looked at the moon, and continued to sigh. As a writer, especially one who wrote modern dramas, it was natural for him to go deeper into the beautiful world, such as the beautiful scenery and comfortable life in the Hot Spring Country. He could soak in the hot spring, drink some wine, and ask a beautiful girl to wash his back and sing for him.
So, why did he leave the warm and gentle land in the middle of winter and travel to the border where there wasn't even a big town to enjoy the sea breeze?
He wasn't like the old woman Tsunade who didn't work and could only rely on Konoha's pension and allowance. He was a best-selling author!
It wasn't difficult to collect materials from everywhere and at the same time help his disciples gather information, but he couldn't be tied up for life because of this! He was already 52 years old! It was rare for a ninja to peacefully live to such an old age without illness or disaster. Couldn't he live freely until he was 100 years old and slowly die of old age?! It wasn't Konoha's life or death! It couldn't be done without him!
So, it didn't matter if he rejected Little Watergate's request once in a while. Anyway, it wasn't a formal Naruto order. If he ignored it, Watergate would only be angry and scold him, but he wouldn't really turn him into a rebellious ninja …
"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep."
"You're so annoying!" Jiraiya jumped up and took out the Flying Thunder God communicator that was flashing with green light. What he regretted the most now was that he promised Watergate to carry this thing with him.
"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep."
"It's just a thought, I didn't really reject it." Jiraiya sighed again, but in the end, he didn't throw the small device far away. Instead, he hurriedly pressed the button, but he was a little flustered. "Bo Fung Watergate, I'll tell you one more time. I know they've already arrived at the base. I know you're in a hurry to order Dingzhuo and that guy around! Before you find a suitable Jonin sensei, I'll take good care of Naruto for you! He won't starve, and he won't freeze! I'll also take care of Kid Kai for you! Are you done yet? Hurry up, hurry up, I don't know how to use Thor! They're already on their way! I guarantee they'll arrive before dawn! "
"… Thank you, sensei."
"You only know how to say nice things." Jiraiya looked at his watch. It was 23: 45. "Okay, is there anything else? If not, get lost and go to sleep."
"Oh, there's nothing else."
"Beep." Jiraiya pressed the close button, took a sip of wine, and then grabbed his wooden clogs and jogged. Since his disciple was in such a hurry, he might as well jog as much as he could.
On the other side.
Fire Nation, Konoha Naruto Building
Naruto's Office Lounge.
It was pitch-black.
Namikaze Minato was lying flat on the bed, holding the communicator in his hand. Listening to the beeping sound, he was a little confused. He woke up hungry, couldn't sleep, and was too lazy to get up, so he wanted to ask someone to send him some supper. Did he dial the wrong number?
"My lord?"
Watergate turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. He looked at Uchiha Shisui who was holding a document in one hand and writing in the other. He suddenly felt like laughing. "You handle official business during the day and work at night. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine."
"That's good. Yamato and Dingzhuo are coming back together. You'll have to work hard for a few more days." Watergate patted Shisui's waist. "Are there any snacks in the desk drawer? I'm a little hungry."
Shisui took the biscuits and poured some hot water. "Too much acid in your stomach again?"
"I didn't eat enough for dinner."
"Let's set up a guard in the room." Shisui frowned. "I can't stay by your side all night."
"No need." Watergate took the biscuits.
"Then what are you doing now? And what am I doing?" Shisui put the water on the bed.
Watergate ate the biscuits and smiled. "I'm discussing the work of the Black Ops with Naruto, who can't sleep."
Shisui gritted his teeth. "Then what do you want to discuss?"
Watergate ate a few biscuits and drank some water. "Go out and close the door. Next time, don't pick chocolate-filled ones. It's easy to get cavities."
Shisui turned off the light, closed the door, sighed, and continued to work silently on the floor of the office. In fact, he felt that the floor was cold and hard. If it weren't for writing, he would rather stand. But looking at the only set of table and chair in the room, he didn't dare to sit on it.
Watergate covered himself with the quilt and continued to sleep. There were no windows in the lounge, so there was no damn wind, stars, and moon. There was food in his stomach that could be digested. He didn't grumble anymore, and his hands and feet were warm. He was lucky that the air conditioner was working normally tonight. When there was warm air, there was no cold air. The bedding was also just dried during the day. It was fluffy and comfortable. It was a pity that his son wasn't here. But even if his son was here, his Naruto would sooner or later lose his soft and fleshy feeling. A 14 or 15 year old boy was at the age when his bones and muscles were strong. If he wasn't careful, he would become a real adult.
Minato still remembered that in the beginning, his son was still a little wrinkled, ugly like a little monkey that had just been skinned. He only knew how to cry and cry all day long. He cried when he was hungry, he cried when he peed, he cried when he couldn't see his father, and Nine Tails still cried in his body.
At that time, he was so busy that he could only sleep once every few days. He didn't have the courage to put Kina's photos everywhere. He didn't even want to go back to Minato's house. So he could only open the door next to his office, which was now the lounge, and lock Kakashi in there. Every day, he sang lullabies, fed him, and changed his diapers.
Now that he thought about it, he felt sorry for Kakashi. A ten-year-old genius Jonin should be running around the world doing missions and falling in love. But because of his teacher's words, he was forced to be a nanny for several years. It wasn't until Naruto was able to go to kindergarten that he was released. It was no wonder that he crazily broke the mission record. It wasn't vanity, he was really crazy.
But being suppressed for several years wasn't a bad thing. At least Kakashi didn't wantonly squander before his body grew up. Instead, he cultivated step by step. Otherwise, he would be an unlucky guy who had to take sick leave every day when he was older. How would he be able to "surpass his master" now?
"Sigh, Kina, although I don't want to admit it, if your husband didn't work so hard, he might not be able to beat Kakashi." Watergate sighed silently. He touched the head of the bed, picked up a biscuit, and ate another piece. Then he changed his position and went back to sleep. Soon, a light sleepiness came again. At the same time, various thoughts popped up in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them. The Earth Country, the Lightning Country, the Water Country, the Land of the Wind, the King, Konoha, the Financial Report, Kakashi, Nail, the Anbu, Fugaku, Shikaku, the Fifth Naruto, ah, and the Psychic Medium and White Fang on the night after tomorrow. If he could really talk to White Fang, Kina would be able to do the same. Orochimaru, Fugaku, and others might be able to do the same. In this way, he would be able to understand all the things that he didn't understand before.
"Perhaps, I can also change my bad habit of thinking too much when I close my eyes." Watergate took another piece of biscuit, suppressed the irritation in his heart, and began to count, "My Naruto is one year old, two years old, three hundred and twenty-one years old …"
The night was dark, and the fog was gathering and dispersing. There were still five hours before dawn.
Konoha, the Land of Fire
Naruto Building
The Security Department Office
All traces of the Uchiha family had almost completely disappeared from this small room. Instead, it was replaced by the standard office of Konoha, with simple wooden tables and chairs, locked metal filing cabinets, and a little aesthetic interest of the Oily Lady. For example, the small beehive in the corner and the single black sofa under the beehive.
Youjiwei was now sitting on the sofa. He wasn't wearing a large trench coat or his trademark small sunglasses. He was listening to the buzzing in the nest above his head while flipping through a thick folder. The folder didn't contain any official business that required him to work overtime. In the few days he had been in office, the Uchiha family had been very cooperative. Moreover, Watergate had given him a list of all the Black Ops in the security system. No matter how useless he was, there wouldn't be any major trouble for a while.
The only problem was that Youjiwei still didn't recognize all of his subordinates.
Actually, this wasn't surprising. Field agents who had been out for a long time would always encounter this kind of situation when they just returned to the base.
In fact, Konoha was already a little strange to them. Most of the elders have died in silence, and except for a few people who have stepped into leadership positions, the rest of the younger generation are rarely seen. But the younger generation are all over Konoha. The older ones are so old that they can't be compared to when they were young, and the younger ones, they can't even recognize them. So …
"Do I have to hide in the office in the middle of the night to memorize personnel files?" Zhiwei sighed and opened the door. "Do you have to stay up in the middle of the night?"
"Ah, I just finished working overtime. I'm a little curious why your office is still lit up so late." Shikaku Nara at the door retracted his hand that was about to knock on the door and shook the watch on his wrist.
"Is that so." Zhiwei added the bookmark into the folder, put it in the secret cabinet beside him, and locked it with a password. Then he put on his trench coat and sunglasses, and the somewhat mysterious Youjiwei returned to the front. "What's the matter?"
Shikaku Nara narrowed his eyes. "I just suddenly remembered that I haven't congratulated you on your new appointment. I couldn't help but come here when I saw you."
"Forget it. I believe Hiroyuki Yamanaka's words, but I don't believe Shikaku Nara's words. First of all, you're not that bored. Second of all, you're not that kind. I admit that I'm not as smart as you. So, if you have something to say, just say it. "
"Then I'll get straight to the point." Shikaku looked at the reflection on Youjiwei's sunglasses and rubbed his forehead. "I heard that you sent someone to investigate the nearby psychics in the afternoon?"
"So what if I did?" Our new security chief frowned. "So what if I didn't?"
"Well, it doesn't matter whether I did or not." Shikaku was a little hesitant. "I just want to ask why you're investigating that."
"You really are a night owl. You come here for no reason." Zhiwei turned off the lights and walked out of the door. "It's just a private matter. Why? Is it bothering your intelligence department?"
"Yes, your men found my men." Shikaku leaned against the wall of the corridor.
"You really have a lot of men." Zhiwei locked the door.
"I have no choice. I'm a spy, so I have to let people from all walks of life in." Shikaku stretched out his hand.
"Your hands are really long." Zhiwei walked around and went straight to the stairs. "I'm sleepy. I'm going home to sleep."
Shikaku beat him to it. "Let's go together. I'm going the same way as you."
"…" Zhiwei looked at Shikaku Nara's sour face. In the end, he chose to stand still instead of punching him.
Shikaku also looked at Zhiwei's sour face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let me recommend you a psychic medium."
"Are you sure the psychic medium you recommend is a real one and not a liar?" Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, lit a cigarette, and looked straight into Shikaku's eyes.
Shikaku was a little annoyed by Zhiwei's stare. He kept walking in circles with his hands behind his back. "What's the difference between a liar and a psychic medium? There's no such thing as a psychic medium in this world! "
"But there are secrets in this world."
"The truth has never been beautiful."
"But I'm not the one who wants to find out the truth." Zhiwei took a few deep puffs of the cigarette and stepped on it. "He hates being lied to the most. You know that."
Lying was lying, no matter who it was for.
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