60 years in Konoha.
Land of Wave.
There was no rain or clouds, and the sky was clear.
On the almost completed bridge.
Kakashi had been fishing for the whole morning. He had grilled fish for lunch and was ready to continue in the afternoon.
Dazna, who was sweating profusely, could not stand it anymore. After a few days of getting along, he realized that his ninja sensei was a rare pacifist. There was nothing to be afraid of. However, it was a waste of time to be so lazy at such a young age.
"Hey, Kakashi sensei, since you are so strong, why don't you come with me? Why don't you come and help me? "
"Dazna -san, your mission fee hasn't been paid yet." Kakashi held a long fishing rod with a white fish bone in his mouth and squinted his eyes.
Dazna opened her mouth and was about to say something, but Naruto suddenly appeared and interrupted her.
...
"Mission fee?" Naruto Uzumaki, who had been hiding under the bridge for a long time and was looking for an opportunity to prank Kakashi, suddenly turned over and stood on the bridge.
He was exposed... Sasuke had to ask Sakura, who was lying in ambush, to come up with him. "Naruto, can't you concentrate for once?"
"Ah, ah." Naruto scratched his head and smiled at Sasuke embarrassedly. He turned to Kakashi and asked, "I thought of a very important question. Kakashi, has this mission been automatically upgraded?"
"Theoretically, it has been upgraded to B-level because this guy lied about military intelligence." Kakashi pointed at Dazna, who wanted to leave quietly. Dazna greeted Naruto and the others warmly.
"Yay ~ ~ ~" The three Genin replied to their employer with a cheerful cheer. They didn't care about the military situation. They even respected the old man who risked his life to complete the bridge. More importantly, they were lucky that he didn't have enough money. Otherwise, how could they skip the C-level mission and get the B-level mission directly? This kind of cool record was too cool.
Moreover,
"Kakashi -sensei just said — theoretically." Sasuke began.
"So, our mission level might become A rank at any time," Naruto continued.
"Because the Traitor The Peach Ground Will Never Be Severed has an A-rank bounty!" Sakura couldn't contain her excitement.
Therefore,
"We are the first team to complete a big mission this year. Both of you, bow down to my, Naruto Uzumaki's sixth sense. It's definitely true!"
Tsk ~ The three of them looked at the overly excited child with disdain. Four of their eyes belonged to Sasuke and Sakura, while the remaining one belonged to Kakashi.
Kakashi actually wanted to take the opportunity to educate the happy Genin who seemed to have forgotten about the mission. "What I mean is that the missions that haven't been completed yet are all theoretical."
"I see." Sasuke nodded to show that he understood. Then, he became serious.
"If that's the case …" Sakura smiled to show that she understood as well. She instantly entered a state of alert.
Naruto stood at attention and reported, "Don't worry, Kakashi -sensei. Since Zabuza might come back at any time, we will also keep ourselves in a state of combat readiness."
As a result, when he saw Naruto holding the explosive Talisman in his hand and ready to use it at any time, Kakashi, who was about to preach just now, broke out in a cold sweat and quickly waved his hand.
"Relax, relax ~ Don't be so nervous. Zabuza will take at least three or four days to come over … "
"You guys really got in touch again." Sasuke sneered.
"Hehe." Sakura sneered like Sasuke, which made Kakashi's hair stand on end.
"That's it." Naruto clenched his right hand and punched his left hand, "I was sunbathing on the grass after my morning exercise. Someone came over. I was too lazy to move, so I ignored him. But in the end, that person put his hand directly on my neck. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. In the end, he said that I would catch a cold if I slept here. I didn't hear any malice in his voice, and it was quite nice. So I slowed down and didn't fight back. Guess what, when I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful girl. She said that she was picking herbs. Then I saw that the basket of herbs was for relieving anesthesia. "
Kakashi was a little confused by Naruto's long speech that didn't make any sense. "Naruto, someone wants to kill you – why didn't you report it!"
Looking at Kakashi's face that was pretending to be frightened, Naruto was even more disapproving. "I say, Kakashi, don't pretend to be stupid, okay?"
Sakura nodded and said, "If that Ghost Man Zabuza didn't die, he was probably rescued by his companions. I, as a medical ninja apprentice who was selected for the reserve list in the fourth grade, am sure that the person at that time had already lost his vitality. And the only thing that can make a well-trained medical ninja in Konoha lose the ability to judge is a large dose of anesthesia. "
Sasuke continued, "And we just tested you, you said that Zabuza needs at least three days. First, it proves that Zabuza is still alive, and second, three days is a reasonable time for the anesthesia to feign death. Plus, Naruto met a woman picking herbs in the morning. Sensei, don't casually question the teaching quality of Konoha's ninja school!"
Kakashi looked at the three confident Genin and suddenly felt a sense of sadness. It was also the first time that he regretted not going to school. If he could have been like an ordinary child, he wouldn't have been in a hurry to go to the battlefield. Wouldn't his life have been smoother …?
"Also." Naruto grabbed Kakashi who wanted to run away. "Are you going to receive the new information now? After all, we're a team now. It's not a crime to share things that aren't too important, right? "
At this time, Kakashi -sensei was already pretending to be expressionless. But who could see the expressionless face of a masked man?
So Sasuke pointed to a young man who had just passed by with a piece of wood. "And, Sensei, the next time you pass information to the intelligence department, try something new."
Sakura laughed. "We've already passed that guy many times along the way."
Sasuke looked at Sakura who was getting more and more tacit with him. He was in a good mood. "Since Konoha's budget isn't so tight that you can't even afford a pair of shoes, then don't always wear two pairs of shoes. It's common sense to change clothes and shoes, okay?"
Kakashi -sensei, who was already numb, looked at Naruto who still wanted to say something and signaled him with his eyes. "Go ahead."
Naruto also answered him with his eyes. "Kakashi, the way you looked at him just now … No matter how I look at him, he's a specialty of Konoha's Anbu."
Kakashi was finally confused by the salty sea breeze. He looked at his three disciples who ran away happily after they finished talking. He had a premonition that meeting the damn The Peach Ground Will Never Be Severed in the Wave Country was just the beginning of his tangled life in the future.
But after all, there was still something to be gained … The first batch of ninja children and excellent talents born after the war were indeed different from them. Kakashi muttered to himself in Konoha's direction. He decided that even if he was going to be slaughtered when he returned, he would invite the other unlucky sensei out for a meal. If the other nine kids were like his three subordinates, then it really was "hope".
Hope!
…
60 years in Konoha.
Konoha.
In Xiaochun's house.
Xiaochun thought to herself, "What's going on?" and ran out of her house in the middle of the night. She went to chase after Sarutobi. Her Sandaime Hokage, who had just left the banquet, was furious.
So now only Mito Pyloritis was left in the house, sighing heavily. The new general affairs representative of Konoha's Council of Elders hesitated, and the chopsticks in his hand fell heavily on the floor.
— — Weren't we all sitting together and preparing to eat hotpot? What's going on?!
All he did was ask, "Rumor has it that Orochimaru and Watergate met at the Memorial Tablet. Do any of you know what's going on?"
Why did he have such a big reaction?
Tsk, Sarutobi, you're asking me what I mean? I want to ask you what you mean!
I don't know anything, I really don't know anything. But all of you refused to say anything, so how would I know?!
What do you mean by, "I, Sarutobi, will never change my name. I'll always be upright and honorable."
What do you mean by, "I admit that I didn't teach Orochimaru well, but he's Bo Fung Watergate. I have a clear conscience!"
What do you mean by, "I have a clear conscience. I didn't do anything wrong to Konoha!!"
A clear conscience?
Hmph. So what if you're wronged? You're shouting so loudly that no one can hear you!
But grumbling aside, the retired ninja with a head full of white hair was actually a little regretful. He thought that maybe he should have stopped Sarutobi just now, but unfortunately, he didn't have any intention of stopping him at all and just let him run away in a huff. Maybe he should have held on tightly to Xiaochun who ran after him? He should have just let that old bastard Sarutobi run away. Damn Sarutobi, can't you just stay at home and play with your Konoha? If you're really bored, you still have a young son who's almost 30 years old who's not married yet. Do you have to make everyone unhappy every time you show up?!
Mito Pyloritis sighed and wiped his glasses that were blurred by the hot air. He looked seriously at the still boiling pot in front of him and resolutely decided to go home as soon as possible. He would wait for Xiaochun to catch up with him and persuade him. Who knows, he might just run straight to breakfast.
At that time, the old man sighed and lamented that time was unforgiving as he instantly reached the road.
At this time, there was almost no one on the streets of Konoha except for the patrolling guards hidden in the dark. It was very spacious. This made the old man, who was actually a little nostalgic, feel very uneasy and unfamiliar. He didn't like Konoha like this.
Why did the streets have to be so wide? There were ninjas running around in the middle of the night. Why did they have to make the street lights so bright? Electricity didn't cost money. Especially the houses. Why did they have to tear them down here and there? He almost couldn't recognize the road when the sky turned dark. There were also those shops along the street. Konoha was a military fortress, okay?! Why did they need so many shops? A ninja's life should be hiding and conserving energy. Just like before, everyone worked together to do things and risked their lives to survive. Wasn't it good to live a simple life?!
Unlike now, they couldn't even sit together for a meal.
In short, this old man who liked to reminisce about the past became hungrier as he walked. He listened to the rumbling sound of his stomach and kept thinking about the ingredients that were still boiling in the pot just now. The meat was probably overcooked and the potatoes were probably melted. What a pity. Just like them who were still in this world — what a waste. When they were young, how many assassination missions did they have to take to gather such a sumptuous pot of food?
He looked at his watch again. It was almost midnight. He didn't know if there was any food left for him at home today. But forget it. If he woke his wife up in the middle of the night to heat up a meal, he would definitely be scolded by his son. So, it was better not to look for trouble. Anyway, there were many shops in Konoha that were open after midnight. He touched his wallet. There was no need to go to a place that was too expensive.
So, Mito Pyloritis, who was strolling around, came to Ichiraku to try his luck.
Fortunately, Ichiraku wasn't closed yet. Unfortunately, Ichiraku was closing. Mito Pyloritis was unwilling to give up and grabbed the boss who was about to close the shop. "I want to eat noodles."
The boss looked at the person in front of him and said faintly.
"Mr. Ninja, today's noodles are sold out."
For the first time, Mito Pyloritis wondered if he was particularly unpopular. He looked at the noodles and various prepared ingredients on the chopping board. Then, he looked back at the noodle shop owner who was rubbing his shoulder.
The boss looked at Mito Pyloritis's sharp eyes and didn't hesitate to cook the noodles again.
Not long after, the steaming classic Ichiraku Ramen was placed in front of Mito.
Mito Pyloritis elegantly rolled the noodles with chopsticks. But the more he rolled, the more there was. When he finished, there was only soup left in the bowl.
[Boss, do you never stop making noodles?]
— Of course, the longevity noodles can't be stopped.
— It's not my birthday today.
— It's not for you.
Time is a funny thing, it carves us all out in fairness.
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