Then Metke really bowed to the air.
But after all, he wasn't a believer.
He didn't expect the gods to fill the sky.
It's just Naruto. He couldn't beat him.
He couldn't scold him.
He couldn't tie him up.
He couldn't reason with him.
"If you often walk by the sea, your shoes won't get wet.
Should I really believe in something? "
Hinata Yasuji returned to Metke with a stack of documents. "Believing in something is enough."
Guy was very satisfied with Yasuji's answer.
"Yes, hot blood and stinky sweat will not disappoint youth! Yasuji, go run 200 laps around the camp! "
Yasuji was very used to his teacher's enthusiasm, so he had no objection to running.
But before that, "Kay-sensei, please work first. There are many logistics dispatches waiting for your signature."
"Why do I have to sign every day for something that has long been in place?" Maito Kai raised his black eyebrows and picked up the pen.
Yasuji was still not satisfied. "Kay-sensei, can't you practice writing more?
Internal documents don't matter.
But there are many official documents at the border. "
"Do you think I'm embarrassing? The Mist Ninjas also have dog-like characters! "Guy squatted on the stool.
He stared with his big eyes.
White smoke came out of his nostrils. At least, Konoha still had a ninja school. Although he didn't learn anything other than what was needed on the battlefield, he still had to do homework and do test papers to get ranked! The Mist Ninjas, it's not easy to not be killed by their classmates, who cares about the characters. "Now the Mist Ninjas have to thank Zabuza!"
"The copybook is in the drawer. You can write two or three pages a day, and it will be effective in a month." Yasuji thought that he was just valued by his teacher, not liked. In addition to the surname Hinata, he couldn't understand Metke's brain circuit like Lee Luo Ke. The first sentence said that the Mist Ninjas were not good, but the next sentence said that they should thank Zabuza. It was illogical.
Guy knew what his disciple was thinking. "It's enough that you can see the characters clearly. Do you think everyone is like your family, and everyone has so much free time?"
Yasuji looked up at the sky. He was just doing his duty to remind his teacher to practice writing. Why was he angry?
Guy didn't think he was angry. As a ninja from a big family, he couldn't understand many things. For example, money didn't grow on trees, and it was often not enough. Or if you didn't cook, you wouldn't put food on the table. If you didn't wash your clothes, you wouldn't have clean clothes. If you were tired, you would be tired, but if you didn't do anything, you would have to train the next day with a bad smell. And if you delayed training, your grades would be bad, and if your grades were bad, you would be eliminated. And if you were eliminated, you would lose a lot of resources, food, medicine, ninjutsu manuals, and instructors. Without your family, you would have to rely on the village, and the village would have to provide for those with more power. "All the young ninjas in Konoha today have to thank the Four Generations -sama!"
"…" Of course he had to thank the Four Generations. Yasuji didn't think he was a man of few words, but ever since he followed Metke, he was speechless. "Sensei, you're not deliberately looking for trouble to avoid the paperwork, are you? It's useless. I have to do it sooner or later."
Metke's tanned face glistened. He slapped his thigh and said, "You go for a run first, and I'll finish writing when you're done."
Yasuji didn't move. In fact, Konoha didn't have high administrative requirements for its subordinates, and there weren't many things to do. At least when it came to daily affairs, everyone just had to do their own jobs. It was like the movement of gears. But gears meant that they had to finish their work before midnight. If you couldn't finish, you would delay the work of others, and if you wanted to catch up later, you would have to work overtime with everyone in the base. And Metke was the biggest gear in the base! Ever since Naruto returned to Konoha! He'd already shut down three times!
Guy, who was being stared at by his disciple, hurriedly sniffed his armpits and arms. Did he forget to shower yesterday, or did he put on his dirty clothes again? Forget it, he'd already put them on. "Oh, I know! Thump, thump, thump, thump! "
Neji opened the small box on the table in front of Kai's excited expression. There was a Yondaime at work, a Yondaime standing on the Hokage Rock, a Yondaime with a three-pronged fork in his hand, a Yondaime with a smile … Many of the Yondaimes had a green package of condoms with encouraging words written on them. Apart from the signature and "Read", the Four Generations' handwriting was average.
"The long-awaited prize for the exercise, haha, haha." Guy wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and waved his hand. "Take it, take it."
Yasuji picked a picture of Four Generations in the corridor with their capes fluttering in the wind. On the back of the picture was written, "We can't choose our fate, but we can change it." He liked this sentence. It was much more interesting than "It's shameful to waste," or "Chase if you like."
Guy pushed Yasuji out of the office and closed the door. When he turned around, he saw a small crack on the floor of the office. Inside the crack, he saw a pair of lively black bean-like pupils rolling in circles. Then, a white-haired old bastard crawled out.
Jiraiya patted his waist and complained, "That boy from the Hinata family. I've already told him to leave, but he still doesn't know what to do."
"Byakugan has no color." Guy only cared about Naruto now. "How's Naruto doing?"
"He's sleeping after eating and drinking. How dare he look at me with his butt." Jiraiya and Guy looked at each other, trying to find some comfort.
But Guy only responded with a hum, then squatted back in his chair and started reading the documents.
Jiraiya was annoyed by the snub again. He was Jiraiya, who was super popular with young people. Metke was also his little fan. While he was thinking, there was a sudden commotion in the training ground downstairs. Jiraiya took a closer look and felt even more uncomfortable. "I can understand the girls, but a bunch of idiots would actually break their heads over a picture of a handsome guy. Watergate's brainwashing is too much."
"No one denies that the young ninja's fanatical worship of the Four Generations is deliberately guided by the government." Guy lowered his head and continued signing. "But in the process of growing up, teenagers have to find someone to look up to. Looking up to Naruto is better than chasing after the movie stars of National Capital."
"Whoa, Konoha is packaging Watergate as a movie star. If he's so good, he should make a sexy picture of him." Jiraiya winked. "Those boring rich ladies will definitely buy it at a high price."
"They did." At the time, Guy only thought that the scene was too interesting, but now he wanted to punch those rich National Capital people to death. "Which year? Anyway, Konoha didn't have a single cent in their accounts back then, and National Capital withheld a large amount of compensation. The Three Generations pestered the old Konoha Emperor for a long time but still couldn't get the money. It just so happened that some director wanted to hire ninjas to shoot some dangerous scenes. For the sake of the money, the Four Generations personally took care of the Four Generations. In the end, those people took a fancy to the Four Generations. Just like what you said, they also thought that the pictures of the Four Generations would sell for a high price. "
"Hahaha."
"But fortunately, the National Capital had a new Emperor before the mass printing."
Jiraiya choked halfway through his laughter.
Guy finally understood why Konoha's higher-ups liked to bicker. It was because they couldn't always fight. "Senpai, please don't doubt the children's yearning for the Four Generations. They know who allowed them to live, who took care of their food and clothing every day, who gave them education and the opportunity to become ninjas. "
Jiraiya pursed his lips. "Using Konoha's money to buy people's hearts."
"Naruto is Konoha's, but Konoha isn't Naruto's, that's true. But who earned Konoha's money back? Raising orphans without parents, taking care of the elderly without children, giving medicine and treatment to the ninjas who suffered from pain, and allowing you retired elders to live a carefree life, who earned all of that? Did you earn it back? Did I earn it back? Or was it the Three Generations who earned it back? Everyone risked their lives to do missions just to feed themselves! "Guy wanted to convince Jiraiya with reason, but for some reason, he wanted to lose his temper." Jiraiya -sama! What did the Four Generations do to offend you? You've been too frequent lately! "
Jiraiya was also wondering why he suddenly found Watergate an eyesore. "But Guy, didn't you always dislike my unlucky disciple?"
"I didn't."
"You think Watergate doesn't tell me anything?" Jiraiya said this, but he was depressed because Bo Fung Watergate didn't communicate much with him except for asking him to take care of Naruto and ask for information.
The straightforward Metke never thought Jiraiya would lie to him. Jiraiya and the Four Generations were master and disciple, so it was normal for the master and disciple to get together to drink and talk. He, as a male teacher, helped the little girl solve her problems every day. "Yes, I don't like the Four Generations' methods, but that's my fault. I can't adapt to the Anbu work, but it doesn't mean the Four Generations are wrong."
Jiraiya almost choked on his drink. "What's wrong with Watergate that made you join the Anbu?"
"As you all know, I worked in Naruto's Guard for a few days." Naruto's Guard was the Anbu. As for the special assassination unit, it's easy to guess what they do. He pestered the Four Generations for a long time to do fieldwork. In the beginning, it was fine, and Guy also got rid of a few rebellious ninjas, but later, because he accidentally called out Kakashi's name during the mission, Kakashi killed the innocent people who knew about it. Guy couldn't figure it out at the time, so he asked the Four Generations why they had to kill people when it was obvious that they could solve the problem with Genjutsu. The Four Generations was very busy at the time and only told him not to go on a mission first, and to talk to him after he was busy.
It's just that later, Sumitomo died, Mountain Town's Green Leaf went away, and the Dark Tribe lost two Jonin. As a powerful blue beast, it still participated in the war that was officially defined as the destruction of the River Country … The massacre. Unlike the year before, when Konoha Jonin went out to eliminate the remnants of Otogakure, the River country massacre only involved the Anbu. The targets were not only Ninjas, but also unarmed civilians. Even pregnant women and newborn babies were not spared. Just like the legendary country of Whirlpools, ruins were created overnight.
Obviously, they could only kill the evil leader, but most people didn't even know what was going on. The messenger of justice, Metke, couldn't help but run to the Four Generations to persuade them. The Four Generations were really busy. They gave him two slaps and forced him to watch how the real Konoha Anbu killed people, how to dispose of the bodies, how to find the surviving children under the bodies, and how to kill them one by one … He wanted to vomit.
The Four Generations used bloody killings to deter the enemies with bad intentions, and he, with a swollen face, was the first Anbu to be expelled in history and was sent to be Chūdō -sama's deputy. Metke never regretted pleading for the innocent, but now he couldn't help but feel guilty. "Jiraiya -sama didn't do the chores of cleaning the battlefield and dealing with the bodies."
"I'm good at pickling the heads of rebellious Ninjas." Jiraiya was a bit confused. People have brains, dogs have dog brains, and Guy has Guy's brain. The information from the Mist Ninjas was quite accurate.
"Being a leader and being a deputy are really different." Metke rubbed his watermelon head and said, "Dingzhuo -sama can go back to Konoha every year because I help him. But my assistants are Chunin Neji and Genin Lee! I probably won't be able to go back for five or six years. Oh, just thinking about it makes me panic! "
"…" Jiraiya was completely speechless.
And in Konoha.
In a flash, it was already the 23rd.
Naruto's Office.
4: 20 in the afternoon.
The door of the lounge was pushed open, and Bo Fung Watergate threw himself on the bed. Today, he went to the Konoha Ninja Academy in the morning to encourage the graduates, then went to the orphanage for an inspection. At noon, he ate in the Konoha Hospital's cafeteria and visited the seniors and the wounded. When he came back, he was listening to the reports of several Jonin captains. He just sent away two so-called important people who came to see Naruto. According to the schedule, he was supposed to go to the National Capital to have an audience with the Emperor. He didn't go during the New Year, and it's been a few days since he returned to Konoha. However, he said, "Dingzhuo, tell Genma that the National Capital will help me delay the meeting until tomorrow."
Sagittarius went out to make a phone call. When he came back, he handed Watergate a hot towel. "You're tired."
"A little." Watergate turned over and put the towel on his face. "It's hard to imagine that when my chief of staff arranged my schedule, he put all the backlog of meetings on the same day."
"Yeah. Who was the one who told Genma yesterday that it's just a meeting, so he should just take one day to finish it all?" Dingzhuo took off the towel and stuffed Watergate with a piece of milk candy. "Your memory is worse than your stamina."
"Really? Did I say that to Genma?"
"You did. Genma even tried to stop you."
"Oh, I can't be bothered to argue with you." Watergate sucked on the candy and mumbled, "Whatever you say."
Dingzhuo sighed, but his hands didn't stop massaging Watergate's scalp. "Do you feel better?"
"My head doesn't hurt. I didn't do anything mentally taxing today. It's probably because I haven't maintained Naruto's dignity for such a long time. My flesh is sore." Watergate admitted that he overestimated his body's recovery speed. "I told you that resting for so long will make you lazy. Dingzhuo, come run with me early tomorrow."
"I don't have a problem, but are you sure you can get up?" Dingzhuo poked Watergate's shoulder. "As far as I know, someone has been clamoring for a morning run countless times."
"Go find whoever clamored for it. Anyway, this is the first time I'm telling you." Watergate took off the cold towel and lay back down.
Dingzhuo was eager to try. "Tell me where it's sore."
"The levator scapulae, the latissimus dorsi, the rhomboids, the erector spinae, and the trapezius."
Dingzhuo slapped Watergate on the back. "Just say that your entire neck, back, and waist are sore."
"You asked me for the details." Watergate grimaced. "And the calves."
"Aye." Dingzhuo rubbed the muscles one by one. "Aye."
Watergate ignored the sighing Dingzhuo. He was a little drowsy, but he didn't dare to sleep. Sure enough, Ding Zuo quickly grabbed his Clavicle Acupoint and pulled it back. Only the sound of bones cracking could be heard, and the water gate was completely free.
"How is it? My skills are much better than before, right?"
"Ah … Ah." Watergate was too embarrassed to say that he was about to cry from the pain.
Dingzhuo was satisfied with Watergate's comfortable groans. He cracked his fingers and was ready to continue.
"Right." Watergate quickly jumped up. "I almost forgot. It's rare that I have time. I have to dye my hair."
Dingzhuo looked at Watergate who was rummaging through the cabinets to make hair dye and the scattered cosmetics on the coffee table. His heart was very complicated. The development of the times was really strange. During the third generation, no one cared what the Kage of each village looked like. Now it was a peaceful era. Even if he showed a little fatigue, there would be rumors that Naruto was critically ill. "Watergate, you have blond hair. It's hard to tell even if it's a little white. If you want to look more energetic, the most important thing is to wear more masks. It's much more effective than foundation."
Watergate silently looked back at Dingzhuo. "You actually know what a mask is."
"My wife wants to put it on eight times a day." Dingzhuo suddenly raised his voice. "Putting on a black face in the middle of the night will scare me to death."
"Hahaha." Watergate felt much better. "Then dye your hair and put on a mask. I remember there are some in the cabinet. When will these days end?"
"Didn't you already tear off Naruto's cloak and give it to Kakashi?" Dingzhuo washed Watergate's hair. "When he wins against Lei Ying and comes back, he can help you share some of the burden."
"It's been three days and there's still no news. Maybe he's already been killed." After Watergate finished speaking, Dingzhuo pressed his entire face into the water. "Okay, okay. I just hope he improves. Winning or losing is not important."
How could winning or losing not be important?
…
Konoha, January 23, 62
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