In the end,
Metke didn't say much to Jiraiya. He had already passed the age where he could say stupid things at any time.
No matter how stupid he was, he would at most get a slap in the face. And Naruto moved his mouth.
His subordinates ran their legs off, and Konoha lent the money with real gold and silver.
He had to discuss the details and handover with the Mist Ninjas.
Otherwise, he would be robbed by bandits or something.
That would be a huge joke.
Jiraiya,
Chased after Guy and teased him, but didn't bother him.
Instead, he turned the corner and went to the Watergate. He was becoming more and more like an old bastard, but an old bastard was better than a young bastard.
To put it bluntly, he knew that someone was going to poop when they stuck out their buttocks!
"Bo Fung Watergate, open the door for me, open the door, you can throw the cup, but you can't open the door, what? “
December 27, 62 Konoha
8: 30 in the morning
Konoha Border Station
"Four Generations said that they didn't sleep well last night.
They want to sleep again. "
Jiraiya nodded to the dog mask that suddenly appeared in front of him and continued to knock on the door.
Unfortunately, he was immediately stopped by the black hand. "Four Generations don't see guests."
"I'll say it again, I'm not a guest!" Jiraiya was a little annoyed.
"Anyway, you can't go in."
"I have to go in."
"Trespassing into Naruto's Border Station will result in death."
Jiraiya clenched his fist and loosened it. As for breaking in? He didn't dare to break in. Again, the old bastard is just a libertine who loves freedom, not a rebel. "Then I'll have to trouble you to inform Four Generations."
"Four Generations is asleep."
Jiraiya clenched his teeth.
"You're good.
Skunk.
I have nothing to say to a broken child like you.
Where's that guy called Yamato? "
Itachi's eyes flashed, and he adjusted the mask on his face. "When the Anbu is on duty, all Konoha Ninjas must abide by the rules of confidentiality. You shouldn't call me by my name."
Jiraiya gulped down a mouthful of wine. "Who the hell knows what your code name is! I don't want to talk to a brat like you. Let Yamato out. "
"It's my duty now."
Jiraiya's face finally turned fierce. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you, kid? Be careful, or I'll tell on you to your father."
Itachi tilted its head.
"When I was drinking, I saw you …"
Itachi rolled his eyes at Jiraiya. "My father will be happy to hear that, so I don't mind if you go down and have a drink with him."
"Down there?" Jiraiya saw Itachi's finger pointing downwards.
"Yes."
Jiraiya took a sip of wine to calm himself down. "Don't tell me that Fugaku kid is dead."
Itachi frowned. "He passed away in the fall. There have been so many personnel changes recently. Don't you read the briefing?"
Jiraiya was embarrassed. It's nothing to lose an acquaintance who hasn't been in contact for many years. But his next step was to use Sasuke to threaten Kaito. Now, it's good, and he's bullying the orphan and the widow. "That, Itachi, I'm sorry for your loss, the dead are gone."
Itachi nodded. "Thank you for your concern, but my mother said that it's already a good thing that a ninja can die in his own home. Besides, my father's death can't be blamed on others. He's forbidden from drinking because of his old injury, but he always secretly drank too much."
"Uh, drank too much?" Jiraiya couldn't help but put down the wine gourd. Uchiha Fugaku wasn't a good person, but his self-control was a model of the world. So, how could a guy who sat there for more than ten hours without swaying his neck drink to death? Jiraiya suppressed the slight discomfort in his heart and glanced at Itachi's clear eyes … Maybe it's because of the estrangement between him and Konoha. Watergate has said many times that Konoha is different from before. Yes, it's different. Even the prodigal son who doesn't go home is a guest.
Jiraiya thought so and suddenly felt a little lonely. He insisted on going in and taking a closer look at Watergate. His disciple, Bo Fung Watergate, looked really bad today. Maybe he's sick. But does the leader of the Four Generations, Naruto, really need him, who doesn't care about anything, to meddle? His other disciples didn't manage to care about him and instead caused trouble.
So Jiraiya shouted a few more times, but still didn't hear any response from Watergate, so he drank again and left in silence. But he drank and drank, from sunrise to sunset, but he still didn't get drunk. Jiraiya wanted to get drunk. If he got drunk, he wouldn't have to worry. If he got drunk, he wouldn't have to think too much. If he got drunk, he would …
Yes, Jiraiya was lonely. During the Spring Festival, when the whole family was reunited, at the border station, there was nothing but the sea breeze and the waves. The free Jiraiya shouldn't be here.
He should be in the warm spring water of the Water Country, he should be spending money like water in the bustling commercial port of the Water Country, or writing his novel in a quiet place in the midst of chaos! But not … Jiraiya dug into his trouser pocket and took out the Thor communicator from his thigh. He waved his arm at the sea a few times, then silently looked at the battery and put it back in his trouser pocket. "I'm doing this for Naruto's sake. I'm doing this for Naruto's sake!"
Not far away.
In the warehouse behind the station canteen.
Naruto Uzumaki wasn't in a good mood. No father would be happy if he just promised to take his son out to play, but then he sent his subordinates to tell him that he was busy with work and had to postpone the plans. But Naruto didn't have any complaints other than worrying that his father couldn't eat or sleep well because of work.
A few days ago, he didn't know what his father was busy with, but these days, the whole border station was busy with the alliance with the Mist Ninjas. And why did the Mist Ninjas rush to form an alliance with Konoha at the end of the year? Wasn't it because Naruto just arrived at the border? And why did Naruto suddenly come to the border? Who told his cute son to go out and slay two Rebellious Ninjas to set a new quest record without saying a word and running off with the whole team?
Ah, Naruto Uzumaki, you are the only son of the Four Generations Naruto. If they can't do anything to your father, they will naturally find trouble with you. So is it wrong for your father to worry about you and come looking for you? Of course, Naruto didn't do anything wrong. The only one who is wrong is the dark Naruto Uzumaki.
That's right, it's dark. That's the literal meaning — "Why do I still have to work as a honeycomb in the dark after serving the piglets for the whole day?!"
"Because cooking, heating, and lighting all require burning coal at the end of the day." Sakura turned off the dimming light bulb, turned on the emergency light, and continued to cook coal. "Do you have the ability to chop firewood on a bare cliff?"
"Isn't there a hydro and wind power system?" Naruto certainly knew that relying on the sky was unreliable. Otherwise, the light bulb above his head wouldn't flicker, but he still wanted to say something.
Sure enough, Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Idiot."
"Who are you scolding!" Naruto threw a handful of coal at Sasuke.
"Childish." Sasuke let the coal fall to the ground and then continued to smash the coal with his hammer.
Naruto pursed his lips and looked at Sakura.
Sakura felt that Naruto, who was half-squatting in the coal pile, was like a silly puppy that wanted to be played with and combed. She couldn't help but want to pat its head. But Naruto wasn't as cute as a puppy, so Sakura just shrugged.
Naruto almost choked to death, but he didn't die. He still had to work. This was a Genin, a Konoha's Genin. In peacetime, Genin were only fit to run errands and do odd jobs.
"Notice, your team needs to work overtime tonight."
They were cannon fodder that could be ordered to do this and that by any random person.
"What are you so proud of?" Naruto saw that the person who came was an acquaintance, so he blurted out the truth. But Sasuke and Sakura still grabbed Naruto and saluted to accept the task. After all, no matter how familiar they were, they just happened to be in charge of them.
On the contrary, Hinata Yasuji, who was wearing a new Chunin uniform, was embarrassed. He still didn't want to turn around and leave after giving the order. "I don't want to make everyone work overtime, but the quality of the coal near the station is really low. If we don't make it into honeycomb coal, the efficiency will be really low. The stockpile of honeycomb coal is used to support the Mist Ninjas through the winter. Although the Water Country is rich, the Mist Ninjas are really poor. Ninjas can't freeze to death, but there are many civilians in the Mist Ninjas. Anyway, you just need to prepare the amount for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, high-quality coal will be transported in large quantities. "
But Yasuji's kindness didn't stop the jealousy of the Genin. At least Sasuke still stepped on the coal after Yasuji left. "He's the second."
"He's just lucky." Naruto was also indignant. "I heard from Kakashi that in the last Chunin exam, my dad didn't want to promote any Chunin. It seems that he wanted to suppress the age line. But Naruto's building is short of clerical positions, and the genius Shikamaru always has to go in and out of the office, which is inconvenient for the Genin. As for Yasuji, Jiraiya said that this is the first time Uncle Thick Eyebrows is a manager. It's always better to have a direct line of people. After all, Yasuji is one year older than us, so no one will object to Guy promoting a disciple. "
"But isn't Lee the favorite disciple of Jonin Kai?" Sakura was puzzled.
Sasuke coldly snorted. "The Lancang beasts can fight, but managing so many people's eating and drinking is a task?"
"Yasuji -san, this is a family tradition." Naruto scratched his head and grabbed a handful of coal ash. "It just complements each other."
"That's why when I graduated, my mom told me that Jonin and Genin are not only teachers and students, but also leaders and subordinates. Unless you're like my brother, who doesn't need anyone to take care of you, it's very important to follow the right people. My dad also said that Kakashi is pretty good. "Sasuke said and suddenly patted his head." Ah! "
Sakura reacted quickly. "Ah! “
"Were you bitten by a dog?" Naruto was shocked.
Sakura's eyes lit up. "Kakashi was Naruto's guard captain, and later became the Anbu Minister."
Naruto sighed. "Then we were handed over to Jiraiya, and were transferred to Yamato within a few days."
Sasuke excitedly waved his fist. "My brother returned to the field, and the current guard captain is Yamato -sensei!"
"Then we were transferred to Jiraiya." Naruto continued to sigh. "After a while, Jiraiya got impatient, but who knew …"
"Shut up." Sakura interrupted Naruto. "Both of our Jonin mentors were your dad's guard captains."
"Jiraiya said that he'd be temporary." Sasuke smiled mysteriously.
"We're the subordinates of both Naruto's guard captains!"
"Even if there's a new sensei, he should still be the next guard captain!"
"So?" Naruto hesitated. "Do you think that we're … Naruto's guard captains?"
"No, not yet. We're just in preparation." Sasuke was the first to calm down.
"But the chances aren't low." Sakura was still excited. She took out a handkerchief and wiped Naruto's face. "Don't forget that among us, you're the one who rarely leaves the house. You're the one who contributes to Konoha."
"…" Naruto was speechless.
"Besides, Sakura has always been training at Konoha Hospital, but she's not a medical ninja." Sasuke struggled to break the coal.
"Sasuke's family's Sharingan is the best equipment for guards." Sakura tried her best to break the coal.
"What about me? Am I a mascot used to make my dad happy?" Naruto still felt that there was something wrong with Sakura and Sasuke's logic, but he wisely didn't pour cold water on them when he saw that they were already on the path to success. But he couldn't help but think about it as he stepped on the coal press … Hmm, he had a guard and a personal medical ninja. Perhaps he was the chef that Kakashi had been looking for for years but couldn't find for her dad?
He worked all night and thought for half the night.
The faint smoke from the Konoha Station's cafeteria was on time thanks to the Genin's honeycomb briquette.
Konoha 61 December 28th
Morning, sunrise again.
Border station, Naruto's lounge.
Yamato nodded at the door with a lunchbox in his hand. He only entered when he saw that the red light in Uchiha's eyes had dissipated. Then, he handed the lunchbox to his main body. With the main body's permission, he finally turned into a wisp of smoke.
Yamato's main body finally felt relieved after receiving the Shadow Poison. The cafeteria really didn't put any seafood in Naruto's breakfast today. Even the local sea salt wasn't used. So, this time, his lord should be able to eat. But before breakfast … Yamato nodded to Naruto on the sofa.
Naruto's Bo Fung Watergate also nodded to the serious guard captain. He obediently spat out the thermometer in his mouth and looked at it under the light. "Look, I'm really fine now."
Yamato took it and frowned. "36.9 degrees."
"The blanket is too thick." Watergate folded the blanket on his body and put it aside, then stretched his spine and shook his head. Although he still felt a little stuffy, it was much better than two days ago when he couldn't wait to stab himself with a knife to wake up.
Yamato saw that Naruto's spirit was really good. He thanked the heavens, but he still didn't dare to relax. After all, Naruto's complexion wasn't much better than yesterday.
Our Naruto was already jumping for joy. Coming to the border was an accident. Negotiating a big deal with the Mist was also an accident. Being useless here was even more unexpected. But after all the accidents were solved, he didn't want to take advantage of the end of the year to worry about his son and take a vacation with his family. Although there was no time for a vacation, he couldn't not go out with his family. "Then I'll go wash my hair."
"Four Generations, not having a fever doesn't mean you're cured." Yamato put down the thermometer and hurried to the bathroom.
"But if I don't wash my hair, I can't see people." Watergate looked at himself in the mirror with disgust. Obviously, he had already washed when he got up, but his greasy hair was ugly. And, Watergate grabbed the collar of his pajamas that he had been wearing for several days and smelled it. "I actually want to take a shower."
Yamato touched the almost frozen solar hot water pipe, calculated the logistics fuel reserves, and sighed. "Please bear with it, your current physical condition is not suitable for a cold shower."
"…" Watergate stared at Yamato.
"But if you want to wash your hair, there is hot water in the kettle."
"Thank you." Watergate happily took the kettle and slammed the door.
"Do you need help, Master?" Yamato listened to the sound of the water being poured and still felt uneasy.
"I just have a cold, I'm not disabled." If it was Kakashi or Genma, Watergate really didn't mind lying on the chair for a cleaning and massage service. After all, he took care of those two a lot. But Yamato still felt that there was a gap.
"Then how about you have breakfast first and then wash?" Yamato opened the door a crack.
"The water will be cold."
"The food won't taste good if it's reheated a second time." Yamato saw that Naruto wasn't going to pay attention to him and secretly handed him a piece of milk candy.
Watergate really wanted to slap the candy away, but he was the one who was prone to hypoglycemia and bad temper. It was still the same sentence. Kakashi and Genma could have fought and scolded each other, but Yamato? He'd better sit down and eat obediently and not cause trouble.
But Yamato was still worried in front of the docile Naruto. "Still not to your taste? Why do you only eat so little? Why don't you ask Master Naruto to make some for you? "
"Forget it, don't complicate things." Watergate hesitated for a few seconds, then picked up his chopsticks and picked up a mouthful of white rice and chewed silently.
"At least eat some food."
Watergate poked a piece of white tofu and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Is it a sore throat?"
Watergate ate a large wild mushroom.
"Uh … Don't force yourself to eat even if you don't have an appetite. Drink more porridge."
Watergate put down his chopsticks but didn't pick up the spoon.
"Why aren't you eating again?" Yamato was even more worried. "Is your stomach really not feeling well?"
"It's fine." Watergate took out a tissue and covered his mouth.
"Do you want to throw up?" Yamato asked cautiously.
Watergate took out a few more tissues and quickly left the dining table. He locked himself in the bathroom and flushed the toilet.
However, the sound of running water couldn't be ignored by the guard captain. Yamato waited for the continuous sound of running water to stop, then silently passed the whole packet of tissues through the gap in the door. "Lord Four Generations, why do you have to return to Konoha on the first of January as planned? It's already the 28th today, two more days won't make a difference."
Watergate sighed, rinsed his mouth and wiped his hands on the toilet. "Just two more days."
A lot could happen in two days.
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