The Kazekage didn't die from an assassination.
There were no conspiracies in the middle.
He was just an old ninja covered in old wounds.
He didn't resist the pain caused by the cold. Under the care of the medical ninja.
He stopped breathing. There was no news of love affairs.
His children and subordinates didn't fight over family property or power.
Therefore, he didn't manage to make any waves in the Sand Village. There was only an obituary.
It wrote about his life achievements.
It mentioned that there would be a funeral in ten days. It was silently posted at the gate.
Let the sand and wind blow away.
Compared to the silence in the Sand Hidden, the other side of the continent was a completely different scene.
On December 13, Konoha 61, Konoha officially issued an announcement, confirming that Naruto Bo Fung Watergate had indeed arrived at the border. Then on December 14.
Mei Teru and the Water Country's King had an argument in the middle of the night. It was said that she even slapped the King. On the 15th, Konoha's border station caught a wave of assassins. Not long after, several headless bodies floated on the nearby beach. On the 16th, Water Country's National capital King's Mansion was set on fire in broad daylight. On the 17th, Water Country's Mansion issued an announcement, because the King was unfortunately burned.
The Water Country's national affairs were temporarily managed by six ministers. On the 18th.
The King of the Fire Country sent his condolences. On the 19th.
The King of the Land of the Wind sent his condolences. On the 20th.
The Kings of the Earth Country and the Cloud Country also sent their condolences. On the 21st …
It started to snow again.
At the border of the Fire Country, Konoha's station.
Metke's office.
"There's a lot of snow this year, and I always feel that it's getting colder year by year." Naruto Bo Fung Watergate stood up, yawned, rubbed his eyes, took a sip of water, and yawned again. "Itachi, give me a cup of coffee."
Itachi glanced at Naruto's cup and held back his yawn. He felt as if he had traveled back in time to when he had just become the captain of Naruto's guard. It was almost the New Year, and it was snowing lightly. There was a shortage of administrative staff in the office. Naruto worked overtime during the day and night, but the enemy intelligence team was not enough. Everyone could only accompany Naruto to sleep less. Fortunately, he now had someone to take over his shift … No, it was Yamato. Yamato should be grateful to him for taking over his shift.
"Itachi? Did you hear me? "Watergate poked Itachi with a cup." If you're not asleep, go make me a cup of coffee, pure. "
The weasel did not move.
"Then two portions of milk and one portion of sugar."
Itachi still pretended not to hear.
“012110！”
Itachi stood at attention. "Sir, the drinks recommended by Konoha Hospital do not include coffee, so the guards did not prepare it for you."
"There are instant ones in the cafeteria."
"…" Itachi looked at Bo Fung Watergate's bloodshot eyes and suddenly sympathized with Naruto. Naruto's gastric problems were indeed troublesome, but he did not believe that a cup of coffee with milk could cause any serious consequences. However, Itachi still did not intend to fulfill Naruto's wish. His father had passed away, and he was no longer the young master of the Uchiha family. If something happened to Naruto in his hands, no one would be able to protect him.
"Itachi ~"
"Sir, you should go to sleep." Itachi really wanted to tell Naruto directly that it was not easy for a workaholic like him to die young. It did not matter if he died young. As guards, they really could not bear the responsibility.
However, Bo Fung Watergate did not hear the little secretary's slander at all. He looked at the documents on the table. On the left, there was a thick stack of documents, and on the right, there was a short stack that he did not even look at. However, all of these will be used at daybreak. Tomorrow morning, the poor ruler of the Water Country will have many things that originally belonged to him, and they will belong to Konoha.
So our Naruto finally yawned and sat back at his desk. It was a little more than 2 o 'clock in the morning. Before daybreak, he still had enough time to finish reading those … cough, in fact, no matter how the Mizukage tortured her Lord, it was her business with the Mist Ninjas. It had absolutely nothing to do with Konoha and the Fire Country. As for the guys who followed her, why did they think that this matter was related to Konoha and Naruto? Without any evidence, no one can control what others say, right? But words can be said, but rice can't be eaten indiscriminately. Since they dared to take advantage of his reputation as the unlucky Naruto, he should at least give them some compensation. Of course, whether or not these compensations were prepared to feed him in the first place … Does it matter?
In short, you can say that he was insatiable, or that he was insatiable, but taking advantage of others was not something that one could complain about being tired of. Moreover, he had persevered for the past few days, so there was no need for him to miss anything just because he was a little sleepy. "Itachi, if you are sleepy, hold on a little longer. After tomorrow morning, we can have a big holiday, and we can sleep until the New Year."
Itachi did not speak and continued to sit on the side and translate the dizzying information for Naruto.
"It's true. Look at my sincere eyes. If I lie, I'm a puppy. Think about it, Guy is in charge of the station, and they sent Konoha's matter to me just to confirm and sign. So there must be a big holiday. "
Itachi put the translated information on Naruto's desk, then picked up the thermos and poured hot water in the basin, and frowned as he soaked a towel and handed it over.
"Uh." Watergate took the still dripping wet towel, blinked, and turned sideways to wring it dry. He put it on his face and began his routine of working overtime — silently saying "I'm not sleepy" a hundred times. However, the wet and warm towel only made it difficult for him to breathe, and it did not help him wake up at all. But … Watergate wiped his face and threw the towel back to Itachi. Itachi was now a field agent, and for a field agent to take the initiative to help him with the towel, he really couldn't ask for more. "Give me another glass of water, and make sure it's hot."
"Yes, Sir." Itachi put down the towel and picked up the thermos.
Watergate watched as Itachi was ordered around by him and finally felt a little lighter. Although he still missed the days when he scribbled on the face of "Konoha Sleeping God" — it was really annoying when a child had to grow up!
Especially when the child didn't think so.
Border Station Dormitory
There were no lights.
Naruto Uzumaki leaned against the window in the dark corridor. Across the training ground, under the waving of the sentry searchlight, through the fluttering small snowflakes, he looked at the bright lights on the top floor of the office building. He knew that his father was still working, always working, and always working.
But what's the use of knowing? He couldn't understand the documents encrypted with advanced codes, and he couldn't understand the strange information sent by the Mist. Even with his identity as a Genin, in theory, he wasn't qualified to stand guard 100 meters away from Naruto, let alone serve tea in the office.
Although his father Naruto seemed to be very happy for his son to help him read the information and massage his shoulders. He was also a little worried that his father, who had been working overtime these days, was not well taken care of. But Naruto didn't stay there in the end. Because it was against the rules.
Naruto Uzumaki should hate the word rules the most. He felt that people should be free, and those who are locked in a cage with their hands and feet tied are not people. That was why he liked to jump from one bed to another when the kindergarten children were taking their afternoon naps. He liked to whisper to Teacher Iruka during class. He liked to play tricks on those unscrupulous fellows.
Of course, as the young master of Naruto family, as long as his father didn't have any opinion, most people were willing to say "this child is really lively and cute".
But after he married and had children in his twenties or thirties, would he still be praised as "lively and cute"? Genin Naruto Uzumaki knew very well that his little self-esteem could no longer accept being called "Young Master Naruto".
"Young Master Naruto?"
Naruto Uzumaki turned around and saw a cat face hanging upside down on the eaves like an Anbu bat. "What are you doing?"
"Four Generations wanted me to see if you kicked the quilt in the middle of the night."
"No." Naruto felt that he had vented his anger. His heart was sour, and there was a deep sense of frustration.
"Young Master Naruto, can't you sleep?"
"…" Naruto was really fed up with these little black guys. He couldn't help but roar, "I just went out to the toilet and saw that it was snowing. Just tell my dad that I slept well! Also, can you not talk while hanging upside down? "
"Okay, Young Master Naruto." The cat face black bat landed gently on the ground. He turned around and asked Sasuke Uchiha, "Young Master Sasuke, did I wake you up?"
Sasuke put away his shuriken and opened the door. He frowned and didn't say anything.
Naruto also frowned. He gave a thumbs up and pointed at the Anbu bat. "Ignore him. He came to help my dad cover me with the quilt."
"Heh." Sasuke leaned against the door frame and smiled.
"He also helped Sir Itachi cover Young Master Sasuke with the quilt," the Anbu bat added.
The Anbu bat felt that he was even more unwelcome. He shrugged and disappeared with a puff of smoke. Only Sasuke and Naruto were left in the cold wind.
"Ah, I'm going to the toilet. Sasuke, do you want to come with me?" Naruto broke the silence first.
"Not interested." Sasuke closed the door. He didn't want to accompany Naruto.
But Naruto was faster. "The food in the cafeteria was so salty last night. I don't believe that you didn't pour water into it."
Sasuke patted the footprints on his lower abdomen and took the lead to walk up the stairs.
Naruto chuckled and caught up with him in a few steps. "Sasuke classmate, you have to thank me. Look at the sky. It's gloomy and snowing. There's no place to dry the quilt."
Sasuke didn't speak. For a guy like Naruto, if you answer him, it's tantamount to putting your feet under his feet.
"Tsk, it's really not a good experience to cover yourself with a cold and wet quilt in the winter. But Sasuke should have been used to it. Hahaha."
Of course, he couldn't be angry. Being angry with Naruto Uzumaki was no different from stepping on a trap to test its power.
"Hey, I said, Sasuke." Naruto finally made a move.
Sasuke stopped abruptly, turned around, and glared at him. "We're not young anymore. If you're in a good mood, you can secretly laugh by yourself. If you're in a bad mood, you can hide from others and cry … Can you be less childish?"
Naruto embarrassedly put down his hand that was pulling Sasuke's hair. He found that Sasuke's temperament now was quite like an adult. Yes, fourteen years old. In Kakashi's generation, many fourteen-year-olds were already Jounin. "Sorry, I can't sleep. I'm a little bored."
Sasuke nodded and continued to rush to the toilet. He did drink a lot of water last night, and now he really needed to go to the toilet, especially after being kicked by Naruto.
However, it was also time for Naruto to go to the toilet. He was originally awoken by the lack of water, and he didn't know how long it took him to see the snow. If it wasn't for Sasuke beside him, he would have definitely found a wooden stake in the corner and watered the ant hole.
Therefore, when they saw the simple toilet shed by the cliff, Sasuke and Naruto quickened their pace at the same time. Then, they lifted the curtain together and stood on two wooden planks.
"Sasuke, I can't hold it anymore. I'm just going to pee. It'll be quick."
"I drank two glasses less than you at dinner, so I'll be faster."
… …
"Actually, this plank is quite long, right, Sasuke?"
"… …"
"Our combined weight is not as heavy as Dingzhuo -sama, right, Sasuke?"
"… …"
"We're all boys, and we grew up naked together. The day before yesterday, we even took a bath together in the bathhouse, right, Sasuke?"
Sasuke hesitated for a few seconds, then turned his back to Naruto and began to unbuckle his belt.
Naruto took a step back and stood back to back with Sasuke. He swiftly took out his bird and aimed it at the gap in the middle of the plank.
Then, the sound of two water pillars falling against the wind could be heard. They fell into the raging waves and the hard cliff wall with a loud crash.
"Actually, after you get used to it, this toilet is quite spectacular." Naruto shook a few times, fastened his belt, and lifted the curtain to go out.
Sasuke followed closely behind, but he didn't accompany Naruto to watch the snow. Instead, he turned his head and walked to the canteen.
"Hey, Sasuke, are you hungry? I have chocolate here." Naruto really took out a handful of chocolate from his pocket.
Sasuke's mouth twitched. "No, I'm not hungry. I'm just going to wash my hands."
"Ahahaha." Naruto stopped tearing the chocolate packaging. "Let's go, let's go."
Sasuke didn't want to know if Naruto remembered to wash his hands every time. But looking at Jiraiya and the busy faces of the Four Generations, he knew that Naruto's family probably didn't know much about children's habits. If it were the Uchiha family, their parents wouldn't even need to do anything. Their mother … Oh, Naruto didn't have a mother.
"What's with that look, Sasuke?" Naruto hated his sensitivity sometimes. "I'm not Jiraiya. I have very good hygiene habits. I … I was just observing the snowflakes today. Did you know that today's snowflakes are much prettier than the ones from a few days ago? "
Sasuke spread his hands and let the snowflakes fall. He didn't know if it was snowing in Konoha now. He heard from his brother that Naruto might not be returning to Konoha for the New Year. This meant that his brother definitely couldn't go back. Naruto must be with his father, and their team would probably have to spend the New Year at the border.
Then, would his mother have to face an empty New Year's Eve in the first year after his father's death?
"Let's go. What are you thinking about?" Naruto couldn't push Sasuke away.
Sasuke sighed. "I'm thinking about tomorrow's cafeteria mission. Should we try to use a Chakra scalpel to remove the shrimp intestines like Sakura did?"
"Oh, not bad. Anyway, since we have nothing to do, it's good to learn some medical ninjutsu for self-defense. "Naruto showed the excitement he deserved.
"Humph." Sasuke rolled his eyes at Naruto, turned his head and walked faster. He was grateful that time had taught Naruto not to think too deeply. He was also grateful that time had taught him that the wind could not only blow flowers, grass, and candles, but it could also blow out the damp corners of his eyes.
Wind, wind, wind …
The Nameless Oasis in the Land of the Wind
The night was clear, the moon was bright, and the bonfire was bright.
Eero carried his big gourd on his back and leaned far away from the bonfire, eating a roasted sweet potato with caramel dripping down. While eating, he thought about some of his memories before he was 12 years old. Those unfriendly memories could prove that he was really close to the Sand Hidden Village. He thought and looked around the bonfire at the Sand Ninjas who went to Konoha to pick him up and Konoha to send him back. After a short few days of travel, these guys seemed to have formed some friendships. They were sitting in twos and threes, waiting for the former Naruto Third Generation leader of Konoha, Sarutobi, to scoop out the remaining roasted sweet potatoes and distribute them to everyone. Then they would eat the sweet potatoes and wait for the roasted meat on the rack to be cooked. Weren't they rushing to the Sand Hidden Village to attend the Kazekage's funeral?
"I'm Eero, the meat is ready. Come and eat."
Eero heard old Naruto calling him, so he turned his face away and stretched out his hand. With a few swishes, he grabbed a handful of heavy bamboo skewers. On the skewers were large pieces of roasted meat dripping with oil and sprinkled with salt and pepper. The taste was simply … Roasting food is a tradition of the Land of the Wind, but the Land of Fire is the best.
"I'm Eero, here's some roasted corn. Do you want one?"
Eero finished the sweet potato in two or three bites and stretched out his hand to take the golden corn. One bite of meat, one bite of grain.
"How about roasted tofu?"
Eero quickly finished the corn and stretched out his hand to take the tofu. One bite of meat.
"There's also wild mushrooms from the Konoha Forest. This is the last basket."
Eero finished the tofu and stretched out his hand to take the meat.
"Well, let's have a few more sand fox legs."
Eero secretly burped. Looking at the sand fox legs that were as thick as a human hand, he stretched out his hand reflexively. He didn't understand why the Naruto in Konoha were so interested in stuffing the bellies of their juniors.
Because …
What's the point of talking about life if you can't do it?
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