National capital of the Fire Nation
Konoha Year 61, March 23,
8 a.m. sharp
In the executive meeting room.
"I know you have objections, but if you start work at 9: 30, you can start work at 10 o'clock. Then, if you don't do anything, it'll be 11: 30.
Ah,
You're about to start preparing to eat, right? Yes,
Anyway, no one cares if you're late or leave early. Of course, this has nothing to do with me, but you're delaying my schedule! I'm very busy,
I don't have time to waste with you — be more proactive when you do things — be more efficient.
Okay! "
...
Above was Naruto's lecture,
The ones being tamed were the officials of the National capital, who were trembling in fear. For them, who could live like princes even in the midst of continuous wars, it was extremely difficult for them.
Work at 8 o'clock,
How early did they have to wake up — the weekly court meeting was only at 9 o'clock! So Naruto suggested to the Lord that the working hours and discipline system of the National capital should be the same as that of Konoha? Whoever agreed was a fool. Konoha was a military fortress, right? Like Konoha, didn't it mean that it had to be fully militarized? They weren't ninjas! Who could stand it!
But this was National capital after all,
Naruto had always shown that he could let the Lord make decisions, and the Lord was the kind of person who would be entangled in a matter for a long time. So, dragging it out until Naruto had to return to Konoha,
Whether or not he would be tested for attendance was another matter altogether.
But today, the Lord, that silly child, was silly again. He actually agreed to Naruto's suggestion on the spot. That meant..,
It was useless even if they collectively went on strike and protested tomorrow morning. What's more..,
Who dared to protest? Even if they protested the Lord's decision..,
The Lord really had no objections,
If Namikaze Minato got hold of this, he would betray the emperor and betray him –
Might makes right, there were very few accidents — if he said that procrastination was a big taboo, then it was a big taboo. The Lord of the Fire Nation's highest military leader, not only did he successfully control the economy of the Fire Nation, but now he wanted to reach out to the administrative department as well — when the old Lord died, that young man brought his subordinates and broke into the National capital without being summoned and decisively took control of everything, he had already predicted that this day would come.
But our Mr. Watergate really didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his actions — he looked at the oily guys with round heads and bellies below the stage, and listened to those roundabout speeches that didn't get to the point, he was furious. What sins did he commit in his previous life that he had to work with these people? Wasn't it just to check the bottom line of the negotiation? What was wrong with him? Why did he have to come all the way to Konoha to discuss with these people when he could solve the problem in Konoha? Something that could be done in one day, but he actually took three days! He was delayed in the National capital for three days, and his work in Konoha was backlogged for three days! Although his workload wasn't as urgent as last year, he still had to sleep a few hours less to make up for it! He even wanted to take half a day off to go fishing with his son now that he wasn't busy!
What bad luck, looks like it won't work this time … Bo Fung Watergate felt that he had been haunted by a strange sense of helplessness for the past two years — everything was not going well. He even thought about it many times. Was it because he was too greedy and made too many wishes that once he didn't achieve anything, his disappointment would be infinitely magnified? But he didn't ask for much. It didn't matter if he was busy or tired. If he could endure it, he would endure it. If he could work hard, he would work hard. He knew that a lot of things couldn't be achieved with hard work, but if he didn't get anything in return for his hard work, he really couldn't find peace in his heart.
Bo Fung Watergate sighed and tried to sit up straighter to hide his impatience. His hands were itching now, and he really wanted to throw out the spiraling ball to silence the whole world, but now he had to listen carefully, concentrate, and find the things he needed from the useless adjectives and phrases. He told himself that it was now the final stage, and other people's opinions were more important. After all, no one could think of everything thoroughly. So … he had to endure it a little longer, and he would be able to go home in the afternoon.
Well, hopefully he wouldn't be more annoyed when he got home.
At the same time, outside the executive meeting room.
"I'm going back to Konoha in the afternoon, and you're only telling me now. Are your brains filled with water and fish?!" Kakashi held his Thor communication device and stood in front of the corridor window, roaring in a low voice, ignoring the angry glares of the samurai on guard.
"That's how it is. You can't talk to me. Obviously, I just returned to Konoha from the Water Country, so my brain is filled with water. Your Dark Department — I'm now the assistant chief of staff of the General Staff Department! My Dark Department Head. "There was a voice that sounded like he was laughing at something.
"Hey, stop laughing, be careful of gloating!" Kakashi listened to the laughter on the other side, and felt that things were not going well for him recently. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hurry up and find a way to solve it. Since the Dark Department found you when the Dark Department Head and the two Naruto Guard Captains were not around, you should be grateful that the younger generation respects the older generation, and take responsibility. I wonder what's the situation with Huo Xuanmen now, and that damn antique washing machine."
"Yo, finally getting down to business?" Genma's teasing voice came from Konoha, "Don't worry, Young Master Naruto is almost done cleaning up, and the losses are not as big as you think. Other than that damn washing machine, only the curtains and a sheet were reimbursed."
"You call that not a big loss? They don't know, but you do. It's not like you don't know, Sensei, he … "Kakashi suddenly stopped talking. He looked around, and the samurai were all pretending to be pillars, but they were all listening to the gossip. He sighed, made a hand seal, and disappeared to the roof. He continued, "Is there any possibility of repairing it?"
"It's not difficult to repair the washing machine, as long as you don't use it in the future. But the curtains and sheets, you know, are things that have been used for more than ten years. That's cloth, and it's cheap and defective goods that were bought at a discount. As daily consumption, there's no need to talk about their use. Besides, Naruto's hands are strong, and after washing them clean, they'll be torn one by one. " Genma said helplessly, "So since it's like this, we can take the opportunity to change the other sheets for Sensei. Finally, we don't have to see them patched up in the future. This is a good thing."
Yes, everyone could understand cherishing good memories, but cherishing Naruto like this was really funny. So Kakashi laughed. His Sensei would definitely do such a thing if he used the same sheet until it died and continued to use it with patched up patches. There must be good memories in it — the good memories of rolling in bed, right? Kakashi guessed endlessly.
"Hey, Kakashi, why aren't you talking? Did you disconnect?" Genma was a little surprised that he couldn't hear Kakashi's voice. "Thor's coordinates have always been very stable."
"Ah, change, of course, we have to change it. This time, we have to change it." Kakashi stopped smiling and realized, "I was thinking about how to tell Sensei. Do you remember when Naruto was eight years old? Sensei was lying in bed reading a report while smoking. He accidentally fell asleep and the cigarette butt fell on the floor and burned a fingernail-sized hole in the carpet. As a result, he couldn't sleep for half a month and just stared at the hole every night. "
"I remember." Genma continued to laugh, "But do you remember the years when Naruto slept with Sensei? When he was one year old, he smashed the bedside lamp. When he was two years old, he bit the pillow. When he was three years old, he scratched the window screen. When he was four years old, he broke the legs of the dresser chair. When he was five years old … "
"Okay, okay, don't talk about it. Don't remind me of the days when I used to sell smiles to compensate for broken windows after he went to school. “
Kakashi hurriedly interrupted Genma, "There's really no need to worry about it. I was wrong, I thought too much. Sensei's father wouldn't mind if his son did a little damage. When he splashed paint on Naruto's rock, he thought that his son was a man who didn't fear authority. This time, I guess Naruto will be a good example of doing things by himself. Besides, no matter how you look at it, it's just a damn antique washing machine. "
"Haha. That's it, but you still have to pay attention to Sensei's emotions. " Genma couldn't stop laughing, "Oh right, by the way, you should also prepare yourself. The Anbu that was supposed to be on duty by young master Naruto's side that day was called for a long time before they appeared."
"Really?"
"Really. You can ask them for the specifics yourself. After all, I'm no longer in Naruto's guard, so it's not appropriate to ask. But Kakashi, let's get some slightly older ones. Although these minors are quite strong, they still don't look very reliable. "
"There's no other way. The slightly older ones have already been assigned to positions with real power." Kakashi said helplessly.
"Then consider getting a Chunin to follow Naruto. Konoha's internal bodyguards don't have to fight against external enemies, but rather, they have to protect their targets." Genma was also helpless, "Okay, that's all. I have to report back to the General Staff Department. Bye."
"Okay." Kakashi heard the voice on the other side and also hung up. He reached out his hand, took back his Chakra, and felt the raindrops. National Capital had been raining for a few days. He didn't know what the weather was like in Konoha. If it was like National Capital, he didn't know if Naruto and the young Anbu would be able to notice that Naruto's poor study was leaking rain. That shoddy Nambu house, no matter how many beautiful memories it carried, was a transitional building during the post-war transition period. Of course, it was not yet dangerous, but over the years, Konoha was gradually demolished, and only Naruto's house was left.
But … Kakashi sighed. He still remembered the sunny day when his sensei got a brand new key from the logistics department. He ignored his poor disciple who hurt his toe and ran all the way to the new house with his wife. Until his poor disciple jumped over, the pair of idiots were still running around in circles in the empty house. He understood that they were really happy. Two people who didn't have a home for a long time finally had a real home.
He even remembered how the two young Ninjas who only knew how to fight finally got over their excitement, then looked at the empty house and didn't know what to do. The two idiots who were used to living in the same standard dormitory didn't know what a home should have. They could only think of something or need something and stuff it into the house. Later, they realized that they didn't have any money left. In the end, they even had to borrow money from their ten-year-old disciple so that they wouldn't have no money to buy groceries.
Well, after a long war, many people died, and life became worthless. The cost of living was outrageous, and the mission fee was delayed. It was lucky to have food and basic medical care. In addition, the two of them were good people. Today, they would help the orphans of their comrades, and tomorrow, they would pay for the medical expenses of their subordinates. How much savings would they have? Take the broken washing machine for example. Although the teacher had ordered the goods and intended to give it to Chinai, Chinai had personally brought it back from a faraway town in order to save a bit of shipping cost. She had to wipe it several times a day. The curtains and sheets were the same. What if they couldn't afford to buy expensive ones? If there were defective fabrics on sale, they could buy them and sew them according to the shop window. The neat stitches were sensei's work, and the messy ones were his and Sister Kina's work. Kakashi scratched his nose. Back then, not only was he borrowed money, he was forced to do needlework for a long time. But he had no choice. Who asked this family to leave a room for him?
Thinking about this, Kakashi sighed. Naruto, please don't throw away the broken curtains! It was just one by one. It was fine if he didn't use them. So the more Kakashi thought about it, the more worried he became. Finally, he took out Thor's communication device and dialed Genma's number. "Genma, Naruto didn't throw away the broken curtains and sheets, right?"
"…" Genma was helpless. "Brother, boss, Minister of the Secret Service, I'm really in a meeting. A group of people are waiting for me to speak."
"Don't worry about the meeting. Go and take a look." Kakashi didn't care about the General Staff Department.
"…" Genma was even more helpless. "Master Naruto is more reliable than you. Really, Kakashi — Yes, Hiroyuki -sama also means the same."
…
Hiroyuki and Genma were right. Naruto Uzumaki was more reliable than Kakashi. Yes, in a sense.
…
Remember when he was young, after he accidentally broke something in the house? If the thing was not important, it was fine if it was broken, but if it was important …
1. Pretend that he didn't know anything. How was that possible?
2. Lie when asked. It was lucky that he wasn't found out.
3. Tell the truth, analyze the situation, and admit his mistake. However, which stupid child would choose this? Who knew if he would be beaten even more badly if he couldn't explain clearly?
But what if he was 200% sure that he wouldn't be beaten or scolded? Which smart child would choose 1 and 2?
Bo Fung Watergate was a stupid father, but Naruto Uzumaki was such a smart child.
His stupid father wouldn't beat him or scold him … even if he broke his mother's precious belongings. Anyway, his father should be used to it. But Naruto still felt uneasy. Compared to being beaten, he was more afraid that his father would coax him to sleep in the middle of the night. Then he would squat in the toilet and stare at the big hole in the washing machine while smoking one cigarette after another. He felt that he could understand what it meant to have a father love a mother and a mother love a father, because he loved his father and his mother. But he really couldn't understand his father's bedroom and study that "would never change again."
Naruto Uzumaki sighed. He was now holding a rag to tidy up the bedroom that he and Mr. Washing Machine had ruined for the last time. The carpet was still rolled up. Although the floor had been dried for a day, it was still a little damp. The soaked furniture was also wiped dry. Although the paint and wood were a little cracked, it was not a big deal. The pink curtains and pillowcase sheets had been washed clean, folded neatly, and placed at the foot of the bed. Although except for the pillowcase, they didn't look very good. Hopefully, his father would always pay attention to his son as usual. Naruto didn't want to destroy things, but things would break. Really, it had been like this since he was a child. He admitted that sometimes he did instinctively do something on purpose, but most of the time, it was just a coincidence.
There was nothing he could do.
Naruto pouted and wiped the floor again. The wooden floor began to deform and tilt up. He had to slowly press it down one by one. Maybe when it dried, the floor would return to its original state? Naruto thought that if there was a ninjutsu that could make things return to their normal state, it would be great. It didn't need to be brand new. Just like the instruments in the research institute, which were broken by him, he could press a button and automatically restore them to their last correct state. Kakashi said that the ninjutsu was about replication and time. Naruto really wanted to study it now. Unfortunately, his father wouldn't teach him any ninjutsu beyond the Genin level. Kakashi was very busy, and Yamato -sensei was too obedient to his father and Kakashi … If only grandpa Jiraiya was here. With the Poison Jutsu, everything would be granted.
Naruto stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands with a rag. When he looked back, he saw that the bed was a little uneven. There seemed to be an extra piece at the head of the bed. Was the mattress not made properly, or did he bump into it in a hurry? 'Mother, please bless me. This bed must be restored.' Naruto wiped his hands clean and walked forward. He looked left and right. He didn't dare to do things casually like that day when Mr. Washing Machine jumped around. If he had used his brain, he should have known to unplug the power source. With the power source plugged in, what was the use of lying on it!
How embarrassing. Naruto shook his head. His father said that people should look forward and think more about happy things. Then he would listen to his father and put that embarrassing incident aside for the time being. Anyway, after careful observation, Naruto preliminarily determined that there was no problem with the bed. Then? He finally reached out and touched the protrusion next to his father's pillow …
Huh!
There really was something under it!
Naruto Uzumaki suddenly became excited. The hundreds of millions of cells in his body kept churning. What was it? What was it? He wanted to lift the mattress and take a look, but should he look? No, he shouldn't. What if it was his father's diary? He didn't want to peek at his father's diary. It was too mushy to write "Kina Maelstrom I love you".
But it felt like a Ninjutsu scroll. His father wouldn't write a diary on a scroll. Could it be the "Town Portal Scroll" that Kakashi mentioned? He didn't want to see this thing either. The feeling of "Naruto Uzumaki is a useless second generation" was too strong. Although it was good to be worried by his father … Since it was good, he would show it to him sooner or later anyway. It wasn't a big deal to see it in advance to satisfy his curiosity. And since he dared to put it so casually, it was definitely not a confidential document that he couldn't let him know. If it wasn't a confidential document, he would find it again. He found it again, but he couldn't see it. His heart was itching, itching, itching like a thousand ants were crawling on it.
So, Naruto moved the pillow away and lifted the mattress to let the small scroll come into view. Naruto picked it up. Four big words shocked him — Book of Seals.
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