Year 61 Konoha, March 6
Hatake Mansion
After dinner,
Everything was quiet.
It was still raining.
Bo Fung Watergate couldn't help but laugh when he saw Eero. "Ha.
Ha. "
"Dad, this is enough."
That's enough. "Uzumaki Naruto sighed while washing the dishes.
Although when dad brought Eero home yesterday,
He also laughed and ran back to his bed to roll around with his lion ball. He definitely wasn't laughing at Eero's new hairstyle.
It was just so dad could take a vacation, and two days in a row.
Kakashi quickly snatched the broom from Eero's hands.
He handed over the washed mop. I knew that this kid wouldn't go to the guest house and would stay at home. But seeing that he knew how to use sand to shelter Naruto from the wind and rain yesterday, and that he was just as diligent as a Kazekage, I'll temporarily waive his rent for a few days.
Eero held the mop in his hand and looked at the floor that had just been swept clean by him.
Then he looked at the Naruto's cape on Kakashi's arm, and the Chakra that suddenly made Shukaku feel surging. Silently mopping the floor. As for the dignity of the Kazekage and the Land of the Wind? Those people in the Sand Hidden still have five or six days to go.
Jiraiya, who was guarding Watergate, was a little at a loss. Logically speaking, if Bo Fung Watergate could lie on the sofa and do nothing after eating, he could naturally do the same. Was it possible that a teacher had to wash the dishes at his disciple's house? Watergate also ordered Kakashi around all day long. But Jiraiya felt uncomfortable if he didn't do something. He wasn't very good at keeping secrets, and he wasn't the kind of person who could act very well. Watergate had already made it clear.
He didn't want Kakashi and Naruto to know more.
Jiraiya didn't have any objections to this.
It was still the same sentence.
If you can solve it in front of your parents, don't leave trouble for your juniors. Just like yesterday,
They had agreed to exchange information, so he told them everything he knew. However, the two of them were tight-lipped.
But Jiraiya had no choice. Sandaime-sama was right. Watergate's people would rather believe Danzō than Naruto. But it didn't matter. Believe it or not, everyone was doing this for the good of Watergate. The most important thing was for him to have a correct understanding of his physical condition … It had been more than ten years, what if …
However, Watergate still didn't seem to pay much attention to it. Yesterday, when Eero and Watergate came back from eating barbecue, he and Dingzhuo To Micro immediately told Watergate about the scroll. Watergate nodded and said only three words: Got it. Then? There was no then.
"Teacher? Kakashi asked if you want to eat fruit. "
"No." In the end, Jiraiya didn't swallow his pride and wash the dishes. Sandaime-sama was right. If he hadn't left back then and stayed in Konoha all these years, Watergate wouldn't have fallen into such a state. So Jiraiya felt guilty. He wanted to do something for Watergate, but there was really no need to wash the dishes. "Actually, it's good to eat some?"
"Kakashi, cut some more. I, Eero, am here anyway. There won't be any leftovers." Compared to Jiraiya, Watergate was actually more worried about Jiraiya's sensei. Anyone would be sad to suddenly find out that their only remaining disciple might die young. After all, it had been so many years. Wasn't he the same? He had only been with Belt Soil and Rin for three years, but it had already become a thorn in his heart.
But Watergate still hadn't figured out how to explain it to his sensei.
As for the relationship between his body's condition and his old injuries, Watergate had already guessed and mentally prepared himself. If Dingzhuo's description of his injuries was true, it didn't matter whether Sandaime-sama mentioned the scroll or not, because even without the scroll, there would be other side effects. In short, compared to the innocent ninjas and villagers who died in the battle of Nine Tails, he had lived for more than ten years. He raised Naruto, trained Kakashi, and rebuilt Konoha. He was really lucky. Now that it was confirmed that his body was indeed affected by the scroll … he was even luckier than lucky!
Although it was a waste to divide cells just because of a little injury, and he didn't know which scroll he had used to kill rabbits. But the essence of the scroll was to use sealing techniques to seal medical ninjutsu onto objects. The Baihao Jutsu, to put it bluntly, was just Tsunade using her body as a scroll.
And something like a sealing technique … if there was a seal, there would be a way to break it.
Even if he couldn't break it after studying it, he could just connect to Thor's communicator and ask Tsunade how to seal it. If it automatically recovered, he would simply seal all the Chakra in his body. Chakra was used to heal wounds, not cell division. If he didn't refine Chakra, how could he accelerate cell division?
So, should he tell Jiraiya sensei, who only knows how to cut people, some obvious facts? If he did, Sandaime-sama, who only knew how to memorize everything, would have some new ideas. In short, Watergate didn't want any accidents before he found out who was behind Fugaku's death. If he didn't say it …
"What's wrong, Watergate? Are you not feeling well?"
"No, I'm just thinking about something." Bo Fung Watergate looked at Jiraiya who was still wearing his ninja uniform with his hair neatly combed and Konoha forehead protector. For the first time since Fugaku's death, he showed a fox-like smile. "So it's decided. Lovely Jiraiya sensei, please forgive your disciple's deception and weakness. It's really nice to have someone to rely on."
Jiraiya glanced at Minato's strange expression that just flashed by, and he felt even more uncomfortable. He wrote novels every day, and taught boys and girls to cherish the people in front of them in "Intimate Paradise", but he himself never cherished anyone, whether it was Orochimaru, Tsunade, Sandaime-sama, or Watergate. "Kakashi, are you done cutting the fruit?"
"Wait, you can eat it half an hour after dinner."
"Why half an hour?" Jiraiya asked as if nothing had happened. Tsunade was a medical ninja, and Orochimaru was even worse. There were two nannies in a team of three, and he didn't know how to take care of people or patients. "What if I eat it in less than half an hour? Will my stomach hurt? "
"Sometimes." Watergate sighed, but he was secretly laughing. He couldn't help but pinch the lion balls. He felt that the lion's claws were much more fun than Kakashi's Ninja Dog, but he couldn't pinch all of them.
"Ouch ~"
"Dad, stop pinching the lion balls!"
"Okay," Watergate took the fork and poked the big bowl of fruit with everyone, chatting casually. Looking at his watch, it was only a little past seven in the evening. There were still a few hours before his bedtime, so how should he spend it? If he kept eating, he wouldn't have anything to talk about. If he listened to music, he wouldn't have anyone to talk to. If he read novels, he wouldn't have anyone to talk to. Training was a good activity for the family, but when he retired, Naruto and Kakashi would be busy. It didn't make sense to train after a whole day … Ah, Kina, help me think about how other people spend their time after dinner. Well, Hinata's family can't go back to their own rooms. Your husband wants to be with the children. Uchiha's parenting time? Your husband can't keep a straight face. Well, Chūdō, Dingzhuo said that the whole family would sit on the sofa at night, eat snacks, and watch TV — TV!
No, Kina, your husband doesn't want to be a greasy uncle lying on the sofa with a remote control, yelling that he's not asleep when others turn off the TV. But TV, it felt strange. He never had the habit of watching TV — that's right, there was no TV in Feng's house. Back then, after buying furniture, a refrigerator, a microwave oven, a washing machine, and so on, he only had enough money left to buy a radio. Later, he became Naruto and worked like a dog every day. Kina did the laundry and cooked at home. A radio that could be carried around was more practical than a TV. After that, he didn't even turn on the radio more than a few times. But Naruto had it tough. He remembered that when Naruto was in school, there were still a few popular TV dramas.
Sigh, Kina, as expected, as a single father, he was always forgetful and careless. After so many years, he actually never asked Naruto if he wanted a TV? When we were young, TV was something that only the rich and powerful had, but Naruto's TV had already entered thousands of households. Although it felt no different from listening to the radio, if there was a new serial novel on the loudspeaker the night before, he would still have to tell his classmates the next day, otherwise he would be ostracized.
Wait, Naruto didn't have a TV! He wouldn't be ostracized because he didn't talk about the plot, right? No, no, no, no, who would dare to ostracize Naruto's son. No, no, no, no, not even Naruto's son. Asuma didn't have a good time in school. No, no, no, Naruto was always followed by the Black Ops, and the teacher had already informed them. "Kakashi, tomorrow go buy a TV and put it in the living room."
"Huh?"
"What's wrong with watching TV after dinner?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Jiraiya quickly agreed. As long as it was entertainment, he would support Watergate in whatever he wanted to do.
"You see, Jiraiya -sensei also wants to watch it." Watergate also showed a sly smile to Kakashi. "Swipe your card, treat it as a birthday present for me."
"Your birthday was last month."
"But you didn't give me a birthday present."
"I already said that I bought the cake." Kakashi decided to install the newest and most expensive TV in the dining room, living room, and even the teacher's bedroom. He also wanted to observe whether the teacher liked to watch National Capital reporters spouting nonsense or love triangles. He also needed to contact the TV station, they had to learn how to coordinate Naruto's favorite programs with Naruto's daily schedule. "That cake was really expensive."
"Watergate took care of you for so many years, he washed your socks and taught you how to cook, and you actually dare to care about the price of a cake!" Jiraiya didn't realize that Kakashi was joking, his face darkened. "You heartless white-haired little bastard! Watergate, I'll buy the TV tomorrow. "
"Who wants you to buy it, the teacher clearly told me to buy it."
"I'm rich, you're poor." “
"You're a poor novel writer, I can get everything just by taking an S mission!" “
"You didn't even exist when I was doing missions all over the world!" “
And so, Watergate and Naruto, I Eero sat side by side and watched the two white-haired people fight. Watergate felt that his life wasn't that bad, Naruto really wanted to fight Kakashi, and I Eero just hoped that those people from the Sand Hidden would walk a little slower.
But five days later, on the 10th of March.
Konoha, Land of Fire, Main Gate
I Eero picked up his travel-worn subordinates under the warm spring sun. "All instructors, follow Konoha's Yamato Jonin to the dormitory and you'll be free to move around. All Genin, Konoha's Genin will show you around Konoha. Marky, come with me. " “
"This kid, no, Kazekage adults are really straightforward." Yamato Jonin looked at Eero who took Marky and left, and smiled awkwardly at the teachers from the neighboring village.
"Hello, friends from the Land of the Wind." Naruto Jonin was much more enthusiastic. He didn't get a mission for several days, and today, he finally persuaded me to give the reception mission to his team, although it's still a drop in the bucket for the number of people required to apply for the Chunin Exam. "I'm Konoha's Genin, Naruto Uzumaki. Today, my team will be responsible for receiving you."
Kankuro, who was still a Genin, couldn't believe it and felt lucky. Fortunately, before entering Konoha, he had warned his proud friends not to underestimate any of Konoha's service staff! Maybe the one who will serve you the food in the cafeteria is the Crown Prince of Konoha, yes, Hokage's son.
Naruto's son smiled politely, nodded to Kankuro, and raised the little red flag. "That's the new Naruto Building. It's not open now. This is the old Naruto Building. Look up at Naruto Rock. The last person who looks like me is the current head of the Four Generations Naruto, the Golden Flash who hasn't tasted defeat so far. He's a little busy, but when it comes to the real exam, you can't miss him even if you don't want to."
"Ha, ha, ha." Kankuro took the lead to laugh, and a group of sand ninjas laughed.
Naruto can only smile awkwardly. "In short, Konoha and Sand Hidden are a firm alliance. You can move freely when you enter Konoha's gate. Of course, there are places with gateposts, or private territories, other people's homes have to be careful. Konoha has a lot of retired ninjas who have experienced the war era. But you don't have to worry too much if there is any dispute accidentally. "
Naruto took Kankuro and his party into the old Naruto Building. Standing in the mission hall, he briefly explained the 60 years of Konoha's history. Then he heard a child in the sand team shouting, "Naruto of Konoha, I, Eero, came here before the adults told us that if we come early, we can also get some D-level things in the mission hall to deliver goods and cut trees to make pocket money. Is this the mission hall?"
"For the time being, yes. The mission hall of the new Naruto Building will not be officially opened until the end of the Chunin Exam. If the exam is over, and you have no war damage, go and play, ah. " Naruto, under the gaze of Konoha's Genin, who couldn't get a mission in the morning, forced himself to finish his words, and then hurriedly smiled. "If you can get it."
"Yes, I, Eero sama, said that he has agreed with the Four Generations Naruto, and will specifically allocate some tasks for us to experience life."
Naruto Uzumaki smiled stiffly under the cold eyes of a group of Konoha Genin, and distributed the tasks that were not enough to the Sand Hidden. Yes, Naruto decided, he just took the tour guide task to bring people to visit, hahaha. But I, Eero, will definitely have no food tonight! As for Sasuke and Sakura …
Sasuke silently moved three feet away from Naruto, pretending that they weren't in the same group. Big brother said that the Uchiha Clan is really easy to produce geniuses, such as you and me. And father also said that the tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Being too outstanding is sometimes troublesome, and people who work twice for half the effort will naturally be jealous. So the Uchiha Clan members have to keep a low profile when they go out, and leave the limelight to the Naruto Clan's little brats.
Sakura ran with him affectionately. Mom said that in private, you can break a boulder on Sasuke's chest, but in public, you have to follow the husband and wife, and not give the other fairies a chance to get close to you. So, sympathizing with the unlucky Naruto is one thing, but speaking for you? Anyway, as the young master of the Naruto Clan, you were born to be hated by others, so it doesn't make a difference.
So Naruto passed through the mission hall, turned right, and led a group of Genin to an office. He was so weak that he wanted to cry. "If you didn't bring money when you went shopping and did something bad and got caught by Konoha's law enforcers, please come here immediately for help. Your people will be responsible for communicating with Konoha."
"Yes." The office door slowly opened, and Temari, holding a large fan, nodded at Kankuro. She raised her chin and announced loudly, "I, Temari, am the representative of the Sand Hidden Clan in Konoha, and also your big sister. Kankuro is my younger brother, and I, Eero of the Kazekage, am also my younger brother. You, all of Konoha's Genin are my younger brothers and sisters. Remember, in Konoha, you can only fight in the training grounds! But if anyone from Konoha dares to bully you, come to me immediately, and I'll help you block the door of the General Staff Department! "
"Oh oh oh, big sister is so domineering." The Sand Hidden Genin finally found their backbone in Konoha.
Upstairs, at the gate of the General Staff Department, Choji sneezed out of boredom and secretly ate a hazelnut chocolate ball. Yamanaka Infield, who was running around delivering documents, had already lost all hope of completing the D-level mission. Tokubetsu Jonin Shikamaru, one by one, was receiving people with all kinds of requests. He told them time and time again that the General Staff Department would definitely reply to their application, and that they shouldn't block the door anymore.
There are other pitiful people in a pitiful place.
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