60 Years in Konoha
Land of Fire
January 4, afternoon
4: 30
Naruto Building, the largest conference room.
There were more and more people.
Uchiha Fugaku observed the various Jonin captains crowded in the conference room, and then silently frowned.
He really couldn't imagine that when they were Jonin captains, although they weren't forced to wear the uniform, who wasn't standing still and listening to Sandaime-sama's lecture? But now? At the beginning, the chairs were clearly arranged neatly for them, but after a few words, they were already in all kinds of messy positions.
In particular, Fugaku's eyes swept back and forth, and as a result, he always noticed that eyesore — Kakashi, who was sitting with his legs crossed and reading a book with one eye slanted — this is a meeting, right? He's so openly absent-minded! And the one next to him, he doesn't know how to learn from him, he has a sloppy beard at such a young age, and he even dares to smoke a cigarette in a meeting — Sarutobi Asuma, you're really a disgrace to Sandaime-sama, why don't you learn from my good son?
Fugaku's eyes instantly fixed on his eldest son, who was sitting properly below — so handsome. So this good father on the rostrum continued to control his muscles to maintain a serious sitting posture, and once again gave up the idea of secretly moving his numb shoulders. His son was still very young, and he still needed to set a good example for his son.
Fugaku suddenly remembered that when he was younger than his eldest son, he was temporarily sent to the front line to command a battle. Well, his temporary subordinates weren't from the Uchiha family, so the mission process was easy to imagine. He admitted that no matter how hard he worked, he couldn't be better than those who had been in the front line since they were Jonin, and didn't retreat a step and didn't die. So, at least they were serious about passing down orders, and the ninjas who took pride in their mission wouldn't do too much — otherwise, who would be willing to be laughed at at a young age? Look at Shikaku Nara. Shikaku was sitting on the right side of Fugaku. His head was tilted to one side and he was snoring. His snoring was getting louder and louder.
Fugaku sighed and signaled to Hiroyuki Yamanaka, who was sitting to the right of Shikaku, with his eyes. "Why don't we wake him up? It's too ugly."
No one knew what Hiroyuki Yamanaka was thinking about. After a while, he replied with his fingers, "Forget it." He then signaled Fugaku to look at Hinata on the far right.
When Fugaku saw this, his face almost stiffened. As for Hiashi, he was sitting in the exact same position as Seiji. His eyes that were as big as two incandescent light bulbs were staring at Seiji as usual. However, there was a trace of sparkling at the corner of his mouth that seemed to be attracted by gravity. How suspicious.
Fugaku was depressed. Is he daydreaming? He then quietly glanced to the left, which was the center of the sad rostrum. His superior, Naruto, the leader of the Four Generations, was sitting there. Fortunately, he was sitting quietly with his arms crossed and his head slightly lowered.
…
What kind of damned meeting is this?
Uchiha Fugaku, whose muscles were sore, sighed secretly and carefully closed his eyes. He continued to listen to the speech of the third generation on the left of the Four Generations. He had already spoken about Konoha's 20th year. He started speaking at 4: 10 pm. It was now 4: 30 pm. The average time was one minute per year. Thinking about it this way, it was actually not that much.
To be honest, Uchiha Fugaku was sure that compared to the Four Generations, who would often cause trouble and disturb everyone with him, the third generation was really good in many ways. However, he just couldn't stand it. Was the length of the speech just like one's age? Would it get longer and longer?
…
"… Back then …"
"Sandaime-sama." Xiaochun, who was sitting to the left of Sandaime-sama, secretly pulled on his trousers under the table. She felt that Sandaime-sama's speech was quite good, but she had already made an appointment with her friends to have tea and discuss which family's children should be married to which family's children. This kind of discussion would solve the problem of Konoha's fertility rate. Therefore, it was necessary to stop the delay of the meeting. Moreover, Xiaochun looked at the Jonin Captains who were obviously chatting. Although they were still quiet, Xiaochun's eyes were already darting around. She thought, "Sandaime-sama, can't you look down?"
No one knew whether Sarutobi had seen the current situation or not, but Xiaochun knew that her hand was slapped away very lightly.
"… We should raise our awareness and fully understand … the spirit. We should unite and cooperate, and focus on economic development. Every department must cooperate with each other effectively … "
— — Slap!
— — Crisp.
— —
The entire hall was silent.
Everyone looked at the source of the sound.
Uchiha Fugaku grabbed Bo Fung Watergate just in time.
"Why are you grabbing me?" Bo Fung Watergate remained motionless and looked up at the person who suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm.
…
Uchiha Fugaku was embarrassed.
He ignored the various gazes directed at him and calmly sat down again. He took the lead and looked at the person who made the "slap" sound again. The person also acted as if he didn't see anything and continued to clap his hands in a regular pattern. He was clapping. He was Mito Pyloritis.
"I think Sandaime-sama is right." Mito Pyloritis, who had a full head of white hair but was still full of energy, pushed his glasses up his nose and slowly glanced at Bo Fung Watergate.
Bo Fung Watergate immediately acknowledged and gave Uchiha Fugaku a sidelong glance.
Fugaku immediately stood up and applauded, "Everyone in the security department, please stand up when you hear this. Distribute the plans in your hands to the Jonin captains according to their names."
…
How far-fetched ~
The Jonin captains distributed the documents and received the documents. They looked at each other, hinting that they understood the situation, while those who didn't should just remain silent.
In short, no matter how he looked at it, it seemed like the entire class was at the bottom of the grade. The corner of Shikaku Nara's mouth twitched as he watched Uchiha Fugaku fast-forward the topic of the meeting to the point of distributing the plans. He couldn't afford to lose face like this. He couldn't help but lean towards Hiroyuki Yamanaka. Hiroyuki was trying to wake up Hinata, who was really asleep.
Bo Fung Watergate sighed, but he could only nod to Mito Pyloritis, who was being held down by Xiaochun, to express his gratitude and apology.
Five minutes later …
"Okay, did you all get the documents?" Uchiha Fugaku asked loudly.
"…"
Silence.
Bo Fung Watergate sighed again, grabbed the microphone in front of him, and said helplessly, "Now, please look at the documents in your hands. Those who start with 'A' can go back and look at the documents. Those who have different opinions or need other support, please contact the relevant departments directly.
Those who start with 'B', I'll give you 30 minutes. Forget it, you can discuss it in the small conference room. Send the results directly to Naruto's office.
Those who start with 'C', carry it out, no objections.
Those who start with'D ', you are allowed to be flexible. I only want the results, I'm not interested in the process.
Those who start with 'E', I'll keep them.
After that, you are free to disperse. "
As soon as he finished speaking, except for the unlucky group E on the rostrum, everyone else disappeared.
"What do you mean by this?" Sarutobi shook off Xiaochun's hand and slammed the table. The long table on the rostrum trembled.
"…"
The silence continued.
"… Forget it, you all can discuss it. When you have a result, just send me the list of tasks." Bo Fung Watergate finished speaking, stood up, pushed open the door of the conference room, and left.
"What kind of attitude is that?" Sarutobi continued to complain, but was quickly pulled away by the speechless female elder. Only Mito Pyloritis was left, pointing at Uchiha Fugaku, and finally sighing, waving his hand and leaving.
…
"What do we do now?" Hinata saw that no one spoke, so she could only speak.
"Discuss the various details of the incorporation of the Wave Nation." Hiroyuki Yamanaka saw that Shikaku didn't intend to speak, so he began to gather the few captains who were left behind to prepare for work. Fortunately, these brothers were insiders. If they accidentally left a youngster behind this time, it would be a big joke.
"He's obviously such a cute and warm elder." Uchiha Fugaku was still standing at the same spot, looking in the direction where Sandaime-sama left with an innocent expression.
Shikaku Nara looked at Fugaku's still serious face, and his fingers were unusually restless. He wanted to hit someone. "Bo Fung Watergate used to be able to melt ice with his smile."
What exactly was time? It was often difficult for children to understand. Even if they saw the sunset, all they could think of was tomorrow …
Naruto Uzumaki was such a very ordinary child. Therefore, when he and everyone finished the free veal hotpot and walked out of the restaurant, the moment he saw the sunset through the scattered snow, he naturally turned around and asked Sasuke, who was treating them, "Are you treating us tomorrow? I want to eat barbecue. "
"Naruto Uzumaki — you glutton, can you think of anything else other than food?" Uchiha Sasuke looked at his teammate who was so full that even walking was a little difficult, and couldn't help but scold him.
"A happy guy like you who has a mother to cook every day can't understand the feelings of people who have eaten in the cafeteria for 12 years!" Naruto Uzumaki couldn't help but complain in one breath.
The temptation of delicious food — isn't it, Ding Ji? "
Chūdō Choji took a bite of the fish ball that came with the restaurant. He patted Naruto's shoulder and said, "I don't think my mother will mind if Naruto's young master comes to my house for a free meal. If you can tell me when my father will be released from his duty at the border, she will welcome you even more."
"I'll try. By the way, Kai-senpai sent a New Year's greeting card to Kakashi before the New Year — I just accidentally saw it — his class should come back with the rest of the team after the New Year's break. What is your family going to cook tomorrow? " Naruto slyly imitated Kakashi's narrowed eyes and smiled, his pupils sparkling under the reflection of the small snowflakes.
The sun is so good, even in the snow, even in the sunset
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60 years in Konoha
January 5, 1: 20 a.m.
Flakes of snow flurried into heavy snow.
It was even colder.
But Kakashi was sweating profusely. He was anxious because his Naruto disappeared after a meeting in the afternoon and said to the guards, "I'm going out for some fresh air." He thought that he would be back by mealtime, but in the end, when it was time to go to bed, he couldn't find him anywhere. Although the phrase "in danger" sounded like a joke, what if it was? There were plenty of people who fought for thousands of days only to be pecked in the eye by a sparrow.
"He's not at the memorial tablet either." Kakashi stopped, turned on the communicator, and said helplessly, "Did you find any clues? None? He couldn't have directly left Konoha by Thor, right? If you haven't been to the ramen shop, don't look for the commercial street. Look around a few training grounds that people usually don't go to. Pay attention to the hidden branches. Also, go to the ninja school. Look in every classroom, and don't miss the roof. Yes … I suspect that he's asleep somewhere. "
Yes.
Needless to say, Kakashi guessed right. Bo Fung Watergate was indeed in a daze as his disciple imagined. He was going to go home and call his son to come out with him, and then have dinner together in the evening. But who would have thought that Naruto had already been invited out by Sasuke. So he secretly followed Naruto and Sasuke to attend the happy reunion of the new genin. Finally, when the kids were done messing around and had their fill, Watergate wanted to pretend to pass by and pick up his son to go home. But in the end … he was sitting here the whole time. The first dormitory building that had begun to be demolished, the first room on the top floor.
Bo Fung Watergate lived there for about ten years, and the room downstairs belonged to Kina Maelstrom at the same time.
What a beautiful memory.
But Kakashi was annoyed. When he finally remembered that the "ruins" also counted as a roof where he could "breathe", Bo Fung Watergate was already shivering in his sleep under the heavy snow.
"You still have the nerve to laugh." Kakashi pulled his sensei up from the cold floor and hurriedly wrapped his clothes around him. Suddenly, he slipped and saw the neat row of beer bottles on the floor. Was this a defensive trap? "Sensei, how much did you drink?"
"Just a little beer." Watergate struggled to push Kakashi away, "What time is it? I think I fell asleep. "
Kakashi ignored his sensei's seemingly sober question. He now had the urge to knock him out and send him back, "What's wrong with you today?"
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