24: 20 p.m.
Konoha, Land of Fire
Bo Fung Mansion
"It's already the 26th. There are still four days left."
Bo Fung Watergate lay quietly on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. He had just received the daily routine letter of safety. He could breathe a sigh of relief again. But he still didn't feel sleepy at all. But thinking about it, he had slept for the whole day. So Naruto, who couldn't sleep and didn't have any new work to complete immediately, inevitably began to let his imagination run wild.
He originally wanted to follow the doctor's advice and think more about relaxing things when he couldn't sleep to help him sleep. But when he really got distracted, his thoughts went to the office again. It was really a habit. He wasn't a workaholic at all.
Watergate sighed and decided to have some fun in the office. For example? His new captain of Naruto's guards, his dear Mr. Uchiha Itachi. He was actually very interested. After all, he left Itachi alone in the office yesterday from the start of work to the end of work. Watergate knew very well that that kind of boredom must be torture for Itachi, a field agent. At least, it was very useful for punishing Kakashi in the past. But he was Uchiha's son.
Would he be like his brother Sasuke in front of Naruto's building? Squatting obediently like a puppy guarding the door. Or would he be like his father Fugaku, standing like a street lamp and only knowing how to move secretly when his hands and feet were numb. Maybe he would be so bored that he would doze off because there was no specific task assigned to him? Taking a nap while standing, it was normal for him to drool when his head tilted. Anyway, Itachi wore the Anbu mask on duty. His seniors did this kind of thing a lot in the beginning. He had to find a way to get the kid to change his mask. What reason should he find? Oh, it seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
In short, Bo Fung Watergate, who was very happy with his imagination, couldn't sleep even more. However, he soon realized that he was behaving inappropriately. He wanted to sleep.
Therefore, the insomniac Naruto consciously carried out Plan No. 2 in the doctor's advice. Count, count the ones that would make him happy. Cough, one Naruto's father, two Naruto's fighting, three Naruto's laughing, and many Naruto's … However, the fact was, this plan was ultimately declared a failure because he rolled out of bed.
"I already said that the more I count, the more I can't sleep," Watergate muttered. He put on his slippers and ran next door to open his son's room. Sure enough, the quilt that was supposed to cover the person on the bed had already run to the floor to keep warm.
After taking a closer look, Watergate almost couldn't hold back his laughter. His adorable son, who had lost his blanket, was hugging his knees and curling up like a big prawn that had just been boiled.
He sighed, walked over, picked up the blanket, and laid it back on Naruto's body. Then? The feeling of being a big prawn covered with a lid couldn't be driven away. Kina, our son really has a good sense of humor. A person like me can actually see him as a big prawn.
Watergate stretched out his finger to trace the row of photos at the head of the bed, then tidied up his son's quilt and sat on the edge of the bed. He stretched out his hand and poked Naruto's little face with baby fat. It was pink, tender, and chubby. When he poked it, it would move. When it moved, it would make a gurgling sound. Kinai, our son seems to be grinding his teeth. It's not good to grind teeth. It seems that I have to go to the hospital tomorrow to find someone to take a good look at him. Is he going to grow new teeth again or is there a roundworm in his stomach? Of course, it may also be inherited from you. He definitely dreamed that he was eating something delicious … Kina, do you still remember? When you were Naruto's age, you often bit something in your sleep. Of course, the thing that was bitten the most was your husband's fingers. As for whether you saw my fingers as chicken drumsticks, roast duck, or bamboo chopsticks from a noodle restaurant …
Watergate thought, grinned, and unconsciously raised his hand in front of his eyes. His hand was a blur in the dark. It shook, but he didn't know what it looked like. Like a hand? It was a hand. He felt his palm. Running out in pajamas in the middle of winter made his hand a little cold, but his warm blood still flowed with his heartbeat as usual, tightly entwining his bones, muscles, fat, and skin like roots … He wasn't cold, but it was a pity that it was raw — after all, it hadn't been cooked yet. Ingredients?
"I seem to have thought of something strange again, Kina."
Bo Fung Watergate shivered slightly, hurriedly put down his hand, and cast his attention back to the sleeping Naruto. His rationality had begun to warn him that he couldn't continue. It wasn't a good situation to indulge his brain cells like this. But he really couldn't control himself … Then, think of something else, something beautiful.
Something beautiful?
Blue sky, white clouds, golden sun, green grass, pink and purple dahlias, and red hair gently fluttering in the breeze, sweeping across his cheeks … Which day was it? He couldn't forget this scene. What were they doing? He couldn't remember.
Watergate frowned a little in annoyance. He felt that Kina would definitely laugh at him — Bo Fung Watergate, how old do you think you are? 17? Or 27? You're already 37 years old. But 37 years old and you can't even remember a number — you're really useless.
Our Naruto sighed again, lowered his head, and tucked his lively son in. Then he turned around, gently closed the door, and returned to the bedroom.
He was a little stuffy, opened the window a little, and then put himself in the ridiculous white rattan swing that his wife had insisted on putting in the corner of the wall. It was wrapped with a pink bow.
The chair wobbled. Watergate drowsily took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from under the cushion of the chair. He took out a cigarette and lit it up. The light of the cigarette burned fiercely, and then dimmed … In the pitch-black room, it tiredly lit up.
Watergate held the cigarette in his hand, and played with it as if it was a firework. Until the light of the cigarette was completely extinguished. He smashed the ashes on the floor, stood up, and threw the cigarette butt out of the window. Then he climbed onto the somewhat old-fashioned big bed, lying on his own side, using his own pillow, covering himself with his own quilt, closed his eyes … Controlling his body, he quickly fell asleep.
One minute later.
The hidden Dark Group appeared silently and closed the window that had been pulled open with a small gap.
Everything was silent, and the night was slow.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already 8: 30 in the morning.
December 26.
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At this time, the economic cooperation treaty between Wind and Fire had been signed for almost 72 hours. There were still four days before the two countries officially announced the establishment of the economic management organization.
Fire Country.
National capital.
King's Mansion.
"I just couldn't follow their request and tell Naruto in a public place that they are not allowed to sign."
The 22-year-old King of Fire Country didn't sleep for the whole night. Ever since the finance minister signed "that treaty", he didn't dare to sleep. Although his Naruto had promised that nothing would go wrong. But, what if something really went wrong? He couldn't help but doubt this. Otherwise, why would those cunning and wise ministers still kneel in front of him on the day before the signing, and keep pressing him step by step. "For the Fire Country, for the Fire Country, King, you are the King! You can't let that Naruto mess around anymore. If things go wrong, there will be a big problem. "
But when he asked Naruto, in Naruto's words, "Isn't it just a treaty of mutual benefit between the two countries? What can go wrong with something that benefits everyone? "
That's right, what can go wrong?
The Hokage asked him to finish reading the signed report, which was full of data and charts, and professional data. Although he couldn't understand it, Naruto explained it in a reasonable and detailed way every time. But why couldn't he sleep?
In short, the young King stood by the window and continued to struggle. He watched as the sun outside began to rise. It was so golden that he couldn't open his eyes. He was still struggling. But anyway, he had been the King for eight years, and in these eight years, he was already used to struggling and not being able to sleep.
"Who asked me to have a whimsical and abnormally active Naruto? I really want to know how he falls asleep every day."
The young King sighed and reached out to block the glaring sunlight. He couldn't help but think of that time.
At that time, he was 14 years old. He had a few brothers and sisters who he didn't interact much with, a beautiful mother who used to be an ordinary palace maid, a father who was older than him for half a century, and a small courtyard.
The small courtyard was located in a small corner of the large King's Mansion. It had high walls, green tiles, and beautiful flowers. He and his mother lived a quiet life there. Until that day … that man knocked on the door and walked in. He saw him hiding behind the door and shivering. He was terrified, but the man suddenly knelt down in front of him and smiled. "Please don't be afraid. I'm Naruto, the leader of the Four Generations, Bo Fung Watergate. From today onwards, you are the King of the Fire Country."
"King?"
The young King would always remember that day. At that moment, he really wanted to cry …
"King, I heard from the maid that you didn't sleep last night and didn't eat in the morning?"
"Mother, I'm fine."
The young King looked at his mother who carefully pushed open the door and whispered to him.
"That's good. I thought you were worried about the cooperation with the Land of the Wind like the ministers." His mother, who was no longer young but still beautiful, heaved a sigh of relief. She passed the porridge in her hand to her son. "Actually, there's nothing to worry about. Everyone said that since Lord Naruto dared to do this, there would definitely be no problem. Even if there is a problem, my Lord Naruto will definitely solve it. "
"Yes, mother. Naruto will solve it himself."
The young King quietly looked at his mother who was nagging him and urging him to drink the porridge.
"That's right. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Naruto for a while. Everyone asked me if Lord Naruto would come to the National capital this year. We have to prepare in advance to properly welcome him. Have you received the notice? He will still come this year. "
"… Yes, he will definitely …"
The young King continued to sigh as he drank the porridge.
Mother, have you all forgotten, or do you not dare to remember? Bo Fung Watergate killed three of my brothers and one of my sisters before I became the King of the Fire Country.
Memories are really interesting things.
Two hours later.
National capital of the Land of the Wind.
Central Palace.
The King of the Land of the Wind once again refused the Kazekage's request for an audience.
The King, whose body had always been developing horizontally, was panting as he ate the sumptuous breakfast fed to him by his beauties. He sat on the custom-made luxurious throne … He still felt that the chair was too small, so small that he might not be able to stuff meat into it if he ate for a while. Then, should he really listen to his ministers' advice and lose some weight? The King hesitated for a moment, but still decided to change the chair. Between the expensive and troublesome change and losing weight, he still chose to change the chair.
After all …
The King, who had lived happily for half a century, once again told himself the same thing that he had told others — Life was beautiful women, wine, and eating. Since he could live like this, why should he let himself suffer?
"Your Majesty, the Kazekage is still at the palace gate … He said …"
"— How can I not take revenge for my country?" The King of the Land of the Wind sighed, and imitated the Kazekage's hoarse and serious tone to interrupt the messenger. Then he leaned over and smiled as the fat on his body moved rhythmically, "He doesn't find it annoying — You see, my beauty, that guy has been at the gate for more than two days, isn't he hungry? Isn't he thirsty? Doesn't he need to go to the toilet? Hahaha, as expected of a Kage. "
"Hahaha." The beauty laughed, and the chamberlain could only laugh along with the King. But after laughing, he still had to bite the bullet and say, "Your Majesty, the Kazekage?"
"Tell the officials on duty that it's their responsibility to send the Kazekage away."
"They said that they really can't send him away." The chamberlain felt his scalp tingle. "So."
"Okay, okay. How useless, I'll do it — You go and tell the Kazekage to stop talking nonsense. Just say what I said — the Kazekage's responsibility is to manage the ninja village and obey the King's orders! And, I, absolutely, absolutely, can't give him a dime more for military expenses — unless — he can kill the Golden Flash! "
"Okay, Your Majesty."
The chamberlain trotted away after hearing the King's words, and the King could eat his breakfast in peace. But looking at his fingernails full of oil stains, he finally tore a small piece of steaming hot meat from the barbecue rack in front of him and put it into the mouth of the little beauty beside his knee. "This is for you. This is a Konoha specialty, the legendary messenger pigeon. It flies as fast as a messenger eagle, and it doesn't have a trace of fat, so it won't get fat."
Once beautiful things will always be beautiful, do you believe it?
…
December 26, 59 Konoha
The Land of Fire Sunny North Wind Level 2-3
The Land of the Wind Sunny North Wind Level 4-6
Today, the King of the Land of the Wind received a secret letter sent by an ancient messenger pigeon, and then he roasted the pigeon.
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