However..,
His father went back..,
When his son needed him the most.
Naruto Uzumaki sniffled,
As he walked, he kicked pebbles,
A strong sense of abandonment surrounded his body,
He did not fit in with the sailors, merchants, and ninjas who stayed at the port for the New Year.
Yes..,
He did not spend much New Year with his father,
Ninjas did not care about the New Year. But did his father want to leave after the countdown on New Year's Eve,
Moreover, he left as soon as he said he would,
Before he left, he gave this and that order. That was, he did not say a word to his cute son in person!
It couldn't be that he forgot, right? Naruto did not believe it,
Naruto Uzumaki, who had always been placed first by his father, would be accidentally forgotten. So what did his father mean?
Although he felt a little sorry for his father, a little unfilial, and rebellious... as Naruto grew up, his father's constant attention to him was like a shackle. Naruto also admitted that he had indeed thought about how to break the shackles... but this time, his father really looked like he wanted to let go. He felt wronged.
"Naruto, don't pout and look bad. Look at the beautiful girls on the street,
Don't you want to accompany Grandpa Jiraiya to get some materials? "Jiraiya chewed on the grilled squid feet on the bamboo skewer,
He wanted to tell Naruto,
That father of yours not only ignored you,
I, his dear teacher, also ignored him!
"You just finished lunch and you're still eating. You'll be stuffed to death." Naruto kicked Jiraiya and could not help but roar in his heart. He had been freeloading on Kakashi's "Intimate Paradise" for so many years. I'm not interested in a prostitute! No!
Jiraiya, who was kicked, obviously did not hurt or itch. He tried to grab the back of Naruto's collar and lift him up like before, but he found that this kid was growing really fast, so he slammed his head down. "What exactly did your father teach you? Do you know how to respect your elders? Forget it, your father didn't know."
"You should at least act like an elder." Naruto turned around and accidentally saw Sasuke and Sakura in front of him, their heads touching as they picked out items. He felt that his eyes were burning. He shouldn't have listened to Jiraiya's persuasion and followed them out. "Shopping is so boring."
"Don't tell me you still want to train during the New Year?" Jiraiya had never been in a serious relationship before, but he could tell that Sakura and Sasuke were together. His Naruto seemed to be in for a tragedy. "Look at the ninjas wandering around the harbor and the street food stalls that are still open even though it's snowing. If you don't have fun, how can you face the store owners who aren't going home for the New Year and are accompanying you instead?"
Naruto pursed his lips and stopped. He bought a lump of cotton candy. He held the pink cotton candy in his hand and licked it. The falling snow melted it a little. Naruto felt even more bored. "Actually, compared to shopping and playing games, it's not so bad to spend my youth on the training ground."
Jiraiya was also eating his cotton candy. The owner of the cotton candy stall was his favorite reader. After asking for his autograph, he kindly made a pair of steamed buns with two dots …
Naruto looked at Jiraiya's cotton candy in disdain. "Indeed, we only have one life. We shouldn't regret wasting our time, nor should we be ashamed of being mediocre. Ah, youth!"
Jiraiya listened to Naruto's growl and felt that there was indeed a generation gap between him and the younger generation. He didn't understand Watergate, and neither did Naruto.
"Let's go, perverted Jiraiya." Naruto grabbed Jiraiya's sleeve and began to drag him along.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"You're the one who suggested the training." Naruto grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth. He gave Jiraiya a thumbs-up. "Come on, let's face the sunrise and sunset and run 20 laps around the base! Sweat is the only way to live up to your youth! "
That sounded familiar.
Naruto was even more excited. "I'm the Son of Golden Flash. What if that day I really pull out my sword to save the damsel in distress? How can I explain it to my father's admirers?!"
"But I still want to play." Jiraiya was dragged along like a kite. He felt that Naruto was indeed lacking in education. Well, Naruto's order was to "do as you please." He didn't teach Watergate well, causing him to become as willful as he was now. This time, he would definitely teach Naruto well. Good, it's decided!
"I really have to thank you."
12: 45: 21 at the border.
Uchiha Shisui pretended that he didn't hear Naruto's sarcastic "thank you." Instead, he quickly knocked out the hibernating bear and threw it aside. He quickly swept out a clean area and laid out a military blanket. Then, together with Yamato, he dragged Naruto, whose face had turned blue from the cold, into the tree hole.
That's right, they were now at the coordinates of a tree hole. The tree hole was very tall and the size of two beds. The tree was also very big, so big that it would take ten people to wrap their arms around it. Moreover, this place was far from the main road and deep in the forest. It was the result of one of Naruto's strategies during the Age of Golden Light. If he came here without the coordinates, he might not be able to find it. In short, this was a safe and good place.
Well, the only problem was the direction. Water Country's border station was directly east of Konoha, and they were now in the northeast corner of Konoha. A few more steps and they would be able to soak in the hot springs of the Country of Hot Springs. As for why Naruto and his team were here? Of course, it wasn't because Naruto wanted to soak in the hot springs on a whim. It was because Uchiha Shisui was in the Thor … Once again, he miscalculated the coordinates.
"Shisui, oh Shisui, what should I say about you? Can you be right for once? Huh? Last time, during the Land of the Wind incident, Kakashi sent you to rescue Ghostman Zaizan, but you took him and ran all over the desert. I can still use the desert as a reference. There aren't many coordinates in the desert, so it's hard to calculate. But this time, we're going on the main road. Let's just follow the main road from the border to Konoha! A straight line! "
Uchiha Shisui's face turned slightly red, and he lowered his head to start a fire.
Yamato hurriedly came to the rescue of the scolded Shisui. He shook out another military blanket and wrapped Naruto up. "Four Generations, are you feeling uncomfortable? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you need painkillers, antipyretics, or a piece of candy?"
"Give me a shot of glucose first." Watergate threw a tantrum, but his heart was still flustered, and his vision was blacking out. Indeed, using the Thor to move didn't consume much Chakra. Shisui and Yamato took turns to carry him, and he could jump from one space to another … Or it was similar to digging a hemisphere on one side of the space and digging a hemisphere on the other. The technique used was an air pump, and all the air between the two hemispheres would be sucked away. Then, the two hemispheres would be tightly sucked together, and the person would pass from one side of the sphere to the other.
It sounded like an air pressure or vacuum experiment, but Watergate felt that it was more or less the same. Although it was only for a moment, a person would crash into a hurricane above level 12 at the speed of light. It would put a lot of pressure on the body, especially on the lungs that stored air. "Then give me an oxygen bag."
Yamato, who was still mixing the glucose powder, trembled and almost crushed the medicine bottle. "Are you having trouble breathing?"
Shisui stopped pretending to be dead. He hurriedly took out the compressed oxygen bag from the medical bag, but his hand couldn't reach the pull tab on the thin oxygen bag.
"Intravenous injection." Yamato stuffed the glucose syringe into Shisui's hand, picked up the oxygen bag, and pulled the pull tab. Before the bag was fully inflated, he put the mask on Watergate's face. "Do you feel better?"
"If I were to die here in this desolate wilderness …" Watergate felt much better after the oxygen and glucose injection. "Yamato, let Kakashi kill Uchiha Shisui and Huo Xuanmen and bury them with me."
Yamato and Shisui breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The situation wasn't as bad as it seemed.
"But why do you want to kill Genma?" Shisui finished pushing the glucose and continued to tend to the fire. "Isn't killing me enough?"
"Because it's Genma's fault. As Konoha's chief of staff and Konoha's butler, he should have considered the consequences of having a guard with no sense of direction for Naruto. " Watergate did feel much better. "I asked you to stay behind and take care of Kakashi. If he came to find me himself, I would've been sleeping on a warm wire bed by now."
But who would've thought that you'd be so weak? Shisui's face froze, and he didn't dare to say anything. "Cough."
"What's wrong? Did I catch a cold?" Watergate closed his eyes and leaned against the tree wall, curling his feet into the blanket. Konoha's ninja shoes were very practical, especially the fish mouth opening in the front. Stuffing two kunai under one's feet was the best precaution. It was cold walking in the snow when one's blood was weak. "Yamato, give Shisui an injection."
Yamato ignored Watergate and took out a small pot to boil water. Naruto couldn't eat, but water still needed to be drunk.
Shisui warmed his hands over the fire, then put them into the blanket.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Watergate was startled by Shisui.
"I'm helping you cover your feet." Shisui knew that he had crossed the line. Although he had been the personal guard of the Four Generations for many years, he still wasn't Kakashi, Genma, Naruto. He wasn't that close to Naruto.
"You don't have to be like this, Shisui." Watergate was annoyed. "I just scolded you to vent my anger … I stepped on a lot of mud along the way."
Shisui suddenly became stubborn. "Four Generations."
"Hmm?"
"Wear casual clothes in the future."
"No." Watergate kicked Shisui away, turned sideways, and grabbed the blanket tightly. "Yamato, help this idiot calculate the coordinates. I'll slow down a bit. Call me in half an hour. We'd better not be too late."
However, it was already far beyond the normal time it took to travel from the border station to Konoha.
Konoha, Jan. 1, 62
National capital of the Fire Nation Palace
4: 30 p.m.
The routine New Year's First Meeting was really lively. Kakashi sat on the rostrum from eight o 'clock in the morning until the sun set in the west. He felt that his ears were going to die. In the past, when Sensei presided over the meeting, everyone, from the king to the nobles to the ministers, was like a group of dispirited chicks. Why was it that when he presided, they were like 500 ducks?
Because the Golden Flash was more important than you. The Anbu who acted as Kakashi's bodyguard silently looked at him sympathetically.
Kakashi finally realized that he was being looked down upon. It didn't matter if he was being looked down upon. When he was promoted to the Anbu, he was always looked down upon. If he didn't agree with him, he would kick them and beat them to the ground.
But in this kind of situation, he couldn't fight. Moreover, he had to find a way to calm things down. At least, he couldn't lose face for Konoha. "Kakashi, politics is actually very simple. You just have to make more friends and fewer enemies. If you can't do it, then make more people listen to you and fewer people who don't listen to you."
Sensei's words still lingered in his mind.
"Quiet, quiet! Speak up one by one. If you have a different opinion, wait for others to finish! Otherwise … you'll have to bear the consequences. " Kakashi spoke into the microphone, imitating the tone of the Anbu's interrogation team. The only sound that could be heard in the hall was the crackling of his left hand. Kakashi nodded with satisfaction. Although he didn't mind using Raikiri to kill a few of them.
But the meeting was still too boring. Kakashi admitted that there were many things that he didn't understand at all.
For example, he knew about disaster prevention and relief. The Anbu's mission was not only to hunt down rebellious ninjas and kill them, but also to block the dam and save the mountain fire. It was also common for them to water the crops when there was a drought. But the process of resettling ordinary people after a disaster? Budget? Why would there be a process for resettling ordinary people! Why would there be a budget? Well, there should be rules for everything. But why would there be a fight over who would pay for it? They were all Konoha's subjects. Why couldn't the Konoha's treasury be used?
There were also various laws and regulations. Weren't laws and regulations the same as Konoha's regulations? The higher-ups said it, wrote it, and the people below just had to follow it. Why would there be so many different opinions?
There was also the issue of demolition. National capital and other towns in the Fire Nation had been developing for so many years. It was inevitable that there would be a lot of demolition and construction. Didn't Konoha also do a lot of construction these past few years? Otherwise, why would they just let the old houses collapse? But what the hell was a nail house! It wasn't like they wouldn't give him a new house if they demolished the old one. The country would build a new house for him for free. Why would he ask the country for money? The officials in charge of construction were also stupid. Couldn't they just go to Konoha's mission hall to register and ask the Konoha Ninjas to help them demolish the houses? It was cheap to deal with ordinary people. Hmm … Wait, Konoha didn't take demolition jobs? Why?
Kakashi's mind was a mess until the Shadow Guard poked him. "It's your turn to explain why Konoha didn't take demolition jobs."
"How would I know!" Kakashi pretended to organize his notes and hurriedly asked.
"Speech number 233."
"I don't have it in my hands. It's on the ground."
"Ah."
Kakashi's face was wooden as he watched the Shadow Guard search for his speech for him. The thigh-high stack of documents on the floor was the result of Naruto not finishing memorizing the information before the meeting … Kakashi finally understood why his sensei would rather not eat or sleep to read the information. As Konoha's representative, it was indeed embarrassing to sit on the high platform while being watched by so many people looking for a speech. Damn you, Huo Xuanmen! Since it was something that you reviewed and numbered, why couldn't you say it yourself!?
Unfortunately, Huo Xuanmen's sensei died long ago. He was a guard and not Naruto's disciple, so he didn't have the right to sit here. "Kakashi, Naruto's disciple was never an ordinary ninja."
Yes, yes. Kakashi took the microphone and organized it. Naruto's cloak was tied around his arm, so what else could he say? He had no idea what the General Staff Department's speech was, so he had to read it word by word.
"Kakashi, don't underestimate any small matter. Even if it's just going to have a meal with someone, you have to find a good reason. Even if you're really going to do something bad, you have to find a good reason that won't affect your reputation. Otherwise, your enemies will help you find a reason. If your friends believe your enemies' reason, your friends will decrease. If your enemies believe in your good reputation, your friends will increase. "
What an unlucky political system.
Kakashi turned a page, changed his sitting position, and continued to read. No matter how much he read, he couldn't suppress his sensei's words. This made Kakashi more and more terrified.
He really didn't like politics. For as long as he could remember, he had witnessed all the bad things that happened inside and outside Konoha … He didn't like it at all, he couldn't even avoid it.
And as Naruto's only remaining disciple, it wasn't like he didn't have high hopes for him, and he tried his best. But he just couldn't do it. He didn't like dealing with strangers, he didn't understand the meaning behind their words, and he didn't have the noble character to sacrifice himself for the sake of the big picture … Wouldn't it be better to simply be a Jonin and set a quest record? If he couldn't do it, so what if he stood next to his sensei for the rest of his life?
"But Kakashi, sensei can't protect you for the rest of your life."
Who needs your protection? Kakashi read the speech even louder, and his sensei's words also became louder in his head. "Politics is like this. If you're not a friend, you're an enemy. If you're not a potential friend, you're a potential enemy. Even if you have the same goals and interests as him, don't let your guard down. He might have the same goals and interests as you, but who knows what he might do next? He might want to eat your flesh and drink your blood. "
This damned politics.
Kakashi read the speech even faster, and only then was he able to concentrate. He felt that instead of wasting time here, he might as well finish what he needed to do and help Genma find that troublesome sensei of his. His sensei was really too late this time.
He would slowly get used to it.
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