60 Years in Konoha
Konoha, the Land of Fire
Early February
Early in the morning, the night was cold.
"It's extremely immoral to disturb people's dreams."
Bo Fung Watergate lifted the quilt, revealing his eyes, and said to Orochimaru, who was sitting beside his bed.
"Are you sure it's a dream and not a nightmare?" Orochimaru looked at Bo Fung Watergate, who was still sleepy. "Get up. Is there anything to eat? I haven't eaten yet."
"Is this breakfast or dinner?" Bo Fung Watergate sat up and signaled the frightened Shadow Guard in the room to calm down. "Go to the cafeteria and order some fried noodles."
"Is this how you treat your guests? There are vegetables and meat in the fridge." Orochimaru licked the corner of his mouth.
"We can make hot pot."
"Are you afraid of poison? Do you want to see the food cooked before you dare to eat?" Watergate got up, took the coat handed to him by the Shadow Guard, and put it on. He glanced at Orochimaru, "Let's go to the cafeteria."
Orochimaru followed, "I'm eating while it's still cold. I've been running around this winter and didn't have a chance. "
"I also didn't have a chance to eat this winter. The winter in the Land of Fire is too short." Watergate stopped the Shadow Guard, who wanted to help them make hot pot. He personally took out pots and pans, fish, shrimp, and vegetables, and gave them to Orochimaru to check one by one.
Orochimaru carefully checked one by one, and looked at Bo Fung Watergate preparing the hot pot for him. "I thought you were surrounded by a group of omnipotent guards. Your ability to take care of yourself has successfully degenerated into that of a baby."
Watergate rolled his eyes at him, plugged in the electric pot, and began to pour water into it. "You always come in the middle of the night. The security department can't stop you no matter how they change the enchantment."
"Because I made the basic model of the enchantment."
Bo Fung Watergate was depressed, "Sorry.
I forgot. When I have time, I will reorganize the enchantment of the security system. "
"Do you have time?"
"Time is like a sponge. If you squeeze it a little, you'll get it." Watergate rummaged through the kitchen.
"What are you looking for?"
"Spoon."
Orochimaru looked at the busy Watergate and the Shadow Guard, who wanted to help his master find something. "Watergate, the one next to you knows."
Watergate looked at the eager Shadow Guard and finally gave up and sat back down. When he lowered his head, the spoon was already in front of him.
Orochimaru looked at the clean spoon in Watergate's bowl and then looked at the dusty object in front of him. Resigned to his fate, he washed the spoon himself and said, "Watergate, I heard that the genius young master from Uchiha recently came to be your guard captain. Who is he? Call him out."
"He usually only works during the day." Watergate took the juice handed to him by the Shadow Guard and said as he drank.
"I see. It's gold-plated." Orochimaru continued to pour the juice himself. "Zizi, freshly squeezed. You're quite particular. But Fugaku is actually willing to let his precious son be your follower? And I doubt that young master really knows how to do housework. "
"I don't dare to use the young master of Uchiha to do housework."
"Then this one with red eyes and pupils, who has been staring at me since I came in, isn't his surname Uchiha?"
"He doesn't count. He's the one who's already dead. You're so well-informed. It's impossible that you don't know." Watergate turned around and smiled at the slightly nervous Shadow Guard. "Come, this is senior Orochimaru. You should have seen him when you were alive."
"I saw him a few times when I was young, Master." The Shadow Guard ignored Orochimaru who was waiting for him to greet him and helped Watergate put the ingredients into the pot in order.
"Hello, Mr. Waiter with great strength." Orochimaru was really interested. He pointed at Watergate and said, "Don't you feel that you can't do whatever you want? It's a bit of a waste for you to serve this useless guy 24 hours a day."
The waiter ignored him and continued to take care of the boiling pot. He picked and picked and put the vegetables and tofu into his master's bowl.
Watergate smiled and happily chewed the tofu. "Hey, I know you like human trafficking. But it's not right to poach people in front of others."
Orochimaru spread out his hands and stopped asking for a snub. He also picked and chose the veal. But after a few bites, he suddenly frowned. "Hey, the meat isn't very fresh."
"You make do with it. It won't kill you. I bought it a few days ago. "
"Then why don't you eat it?" Orochimaru was suspicious.
"I'll have a stomachache if I eat it."
"Wasn't your stomachache cured a long time ago?"
"It won't hurt if I don't eat it."
Orochimaru was embarrassed. He didn't say anything and ate silently.
So, after a gentle breeze and drizzle on one side and a whirlwind on the other.
Bo Fung Watergate turned off the fire in the pot. "Well, you didn't die from the poison even though you're full. Tell me what you're here for today."
"Ah, I was just passing by, so I came to tell you." Orochimaru chewed the last kelp.
"I killed the Kazekage."
…
Bo Fung Watergate was a little stunned on the spot. He tilted his head and blinked, looking at Orochimaru who was still fighting with the kelp.
"He didn't cooperate at all. He only wanted to benefit his Sand Ninja. I thought that since I don't have much to do, wouldn't it be more convenient to pretend to be him? Ah, his two sons and one daughter are quite interesting. I get along well with them. No need to thank me. I know you have a hobby of raising children. These three are still young, so I'll have to trouble you to take care of them in the future. "
Bo Fung Watergate continued. "…"
Orochimaru stood up and looked at the silent junior. He smiled condescendingly and said, "Anyway, it won't do any harm to Konoha. I, Eero, need a new father now. You must be interested. When you and Kina got married, didn't you vow in front of so many people that you would have a whole squadron of children? "
"Did I?" Bo Fung Watergate finally spoke, but Orochimaru couldn't hear it. He couldn't stop him when he came, but now he can stop him when he leaves?
"Sir." The Shadow Guard with Sharingan handed a cup of warm water to his master, who was in a daze, and called the other Shadow Guards who finally relaxed to clean up the dining room.
"Yes." Bo Fung Watergate took the water and looked at the guy in front of him who was covered in black from head to toe. "You heard it. This is good. Tomorrow, you inform Gen and the others that we were completely dragged down by Orochimaru. "
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, is Sandaime awake?" Watergate almost forgot that every time Orochimaru came, he had to report to his teacher's teacher.
The waiter with the expired Uchiha card asked the intelligence officer who was hiding in the dark and got the accurate information. "He's in the Elders' office now."
"Yes." Bo Fung Watergate slowly stood up.
A little bit wobbly? The poor Anbu carefully observed the situation of the person he was guarding and considered whether he should help him, but his boss ignored him. So, he could only follow behind the person he was guarding and watch him go up to the second floor and into the bedroom. He threw himself directly on the bed and reached out to grab the corner of the quilt to cover his head.
The dead Uchiha sighed and approached the bed. "Sir, you just ate something, don't sleep on your stomach."
"Yes, yes." Bo Fung Watergate muttered vaguely and obediently turned himself over.
So the unlucky Shadow Guard could only continue to sigh and think about Orochimaru's words just now. He was helpless because his main job now was to take care of the wayward Naruto's daily life … Was it worth it? He really didn't know.
"By the way, tell Sandaime that I'm sleepy. If there's something, we can talk about it tomorrow. "
"Yes, sir." The waiter, who had fallen into a state of dilemma, replied reflexively. He seemed to have heard his boss say to tell Sandaime that they would talk about it tomorrow. But it didn't matter. Anyway, this man who had quickly fallen asleep would not be able to do anything before dawn.
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Sleepy?
"Don't you think he's getting more and more unscrupulous recently?"
Sandaime Naruto Sarutobi walked back and forth in Mito Pyloritis's office with his hands behind his back and a cigarette in his mouth.
Mito Pyloritis and Xiaochun looked at each other and sighed.
"Anyway, it's the same if you call him a few more times. He's already asleep. It's the same if you call him in the morning. "Mito Pyloritis looked at the clock on the wall. It was 3: 05. Anyway, it was not a few hours later.
"It's not a matter of time, it's about attitude, attitude!!" Sarutobi continued to beat around the bush.
"Okay, Sandaime." Xiaochun yawned, "It's really uncomfortable to be woken up in the middle of the night."
"He's not feeling well. I'm not feeling well either. Since we old people who have half a foot in the grave can get up and wait for him to talk. He's a young man. Why can't he talk clearly before going to sleep? "Sarutobi retorted.
Mito Pyloritis restrained his desire to sleep. He opened his mouth, but looking at the angry Sarutobi, he didn't say anything. Even if he came, he wouldn't tell you the truth. Besides, everyone could still sleep for a while when he reported the situation in the morning. If he came immediately, no one would be able to sleep.
"Forget it. He's obligated to be in a working state tomorrow." Xiaochun yawned again. She approached Sarutobi and pressed his shoulder to make him stay in the chair, "Sandaime, this is no longer the era of a village with thousands of people."
Sarutobi broke free from Xiaochun's hand, "Don't you think it's strange? We're a ninja village. We're mercenaries. We're the regular army of the country. Has Bo Fung Watergate forgotten what it's like to be a human being?! "
Xiaochun increased the strength of her hand, "It's strange. But at least everyone's doing well now! What else do you want? What do you think you can do? Continue to run a deficit? Can't make ends meet? Earn mission fees from those nobles, businessmen, and robbers? It seems a lot, but what can you do with the pension and medical expenses? "
Sarutobi also increased the strength of his resistance, "I'm not as good as him at making money, but you don't understand. You don't understand. He's forcing Konoha to a dead end!! "
Xiaochun continued to put pressure on his hand, "He's trying to whitewash the situation. A dead end — it's not that exaggerated."
Sarutobi grabbed Xiaochun's hand, trying to find another way to break free from the female ninja's restraint, "Money, benefits, material things, enjoyment — Bo Fung Watergate is using these things to corrupt Konoha. Since they don't have to be ninjas, they can be merchants or farmers. They can get all these things with a little skill — who will be a ninja? Who will be a ninja? Relying on those ambitious ninja clans that always put their family first? By that time, Konoha's military strength will definitely decline. Once Konoha loses the military strength that they rely on for survival — then they'll be able to do whatever they want! "
…
"I still don't think it's that exaggerated." Xiaochun paused after every word. Her hand was very uncomfortable from being grabbed. She let go of Sarutobi's shoulder and quickly twisted his arms behind him —
"Bang!" The chair finally couldn't withstand the fight between the two veteran ninjas who were lucky enough to live to retirement age.
— It shattered into pieces.
Mito Pyloritis, who was awakened by the sound, was dumbfounded. He looked up at his two old friends who were patting the broken wood off their bodies, "You have to pay double the compensation for destroying public property. Which one of you is going to pay? "
Xiaochun sighed. She looked at Sarutobi's lonely face and comforted him, "You're thinking too far ahead … No matter how times change, generally, only the people who don't know the truth and think that as long as there are morals and laws, everything can be solved. And if it really comes to that, you'll probably have reincarnated a few lifetimes — there's more. " Xiaochun gave Pyloritis a look, cracked her knuckles, and pointed at Sandaime-sama with a sneer, "This one's pension is the highest in Konoha — it's just a chair."
"Hahaha … it's just a chair." Mito Pyloritis, who had just slept, felt that the current atmosphere was strange. He wanted to say something, but he became sleepy. He rubbed his eyes, waved his hand, and quickly said to the other two, "Let's talk about it in the morning. I'm going back to sleep."
Xiaochun looked at Sarutobi, who still couldn't calm down, and could only yawn, "I'm going back too. Sandaime-sama, you go back to sleep too. No matter how energetic you are, you're not young anymore. "
"You …"
Looking at his two teammates walking away, Sarutobi couldn't help but feel sad. Did his teammates really not understand, or were they pretending not to understand? What do you mean by the people who don't know the truth? Once people realized that they didn't need ninjas anymore, what happened to them? At the beginning of the war, those bloodstained clans were wiped out one by one — even pregnant women and babies were not spared. Did they forget? How difficult it was for them to control the situation in Konoha at that time — they were wronged — the ones who started the war were never ninjas.
Sarutobi looked at the rotten wood on the ground and smoked silently. He didn't know what else to do — "Someone."
His servant quietly appeared.
"Inform Jiraiya to return to Konoha!"
"Yes, sir."
No fisherman could be sure that he could return every time, because he knew that he couldn't see the waves at the bottom of the sea.
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