Konoha Year 61, March 24,
1: 05 am,
Konoha, Fire Country, Crescent Insect
Bo Fung Watergate stretched his sore neck and wrists, stood up, and turned off the office light. He could finally go home.
He rushed back to Konoha from the National Capital in the dark today, and went straight to the office as soon as he got back. Even the Naruto dinner that he had promised to have with his son was brought over by the Anbu. And he still remembered that Kakashi said that Naruto had something to talk to him about.
He just didn't know that after such a delay,
Could he still hear it? What a bummer.
"Sir." A black figure stepped out from a dark corner.
"Do you want to die! Appear in front of me, I can't remember! "Bo Fung Watergate, who was sleepy, was startled.
The figure who was yelled at was also startled.
He forgot to speak.
But Naruto had already calmed down. He looked at the red-eyed Anbu, whose body was stiff with cold sweat, and curled the corner of his mouth.
“
So it's our cute little rabbit.
How does it feel to walk through the gates of hell? "
“
Sorry, sir. "The red-eyed Uchiha Shisui silently wiped the cold sweat in his palms.
He swore.
It was not a very pleasant thing to be enveloped by the murderous golden flash.
“
Where's Itachi? "Naruto saw that his subordinate was not in a good mood, so he tried to change the topic.
"Sir, it's midnight.
It's already the second half of the night, and Itachi has changed shifts. "
“
The word Itachi finally relaxed his tense nerves. "Are you going to sleep in the office today?
“
No,
I want to go home, I'm very sleepy. "Watergate finally thought to look at his watch, and he was even more disappointed.
He was sure that the cute little Naruto was asleep.
"Also,
I'll be two hours late tomorrow morning. Regular meeting? Ah,
Let's talk about it in the morning. You've been a little annoyed recently, have you noticed? "
"No." Uchiha Shisui, who was completely normal, replied. But Naruto had already disappeared into the air. He sighed and prepared to follow, but another figure stepped out of the darkness.
"Why didn't you say so?" The voice behind the mask sounded a little angry.
"Why don't you say that … Sama is sleepy and doesn't have the patience to listen to other people's words … Kakashi, Naruto said that he doesn't want to do Anbu's business anymore. He's never a child who complains. So don't get involved, okay? Isn't it just a few things that should have been broken long ago? It's not as serious as you think. "
"No, that's because you don't know how important the washing machine and curtains are to Sensei." Kakashi was still worried.
"That's right, we don't know. But Kakashi, I don't think Naruto -sama is that pretentious. Just where did you get the idea that your sensei is such a pretentious person?"
"You don't understand." Kakashi continued to sigh.
"I think we understand him quite well. At most, Sensei will feel pity and reminisce about it for a few days, but I'm sure he won't dwell on such a boring problem for too long." Shisui was never worried about Naruto, but he was a little worried about Kakashi. "Say, don't you feel that something's wrong with you recently?"
"What?" Kakashi didn't understand.
"I think you need psychological counseling." Shisui nodded. "I don't see you reading those porn books anymore. I don't know what you're worrying about all day."
"What?" Kakashi understood and was a little embarrassed. Reading those porn books had nothing to do with worrying about Sensei.
"Sigh …" Shisui sighed. He didn't care if Kakashi understood or not. He was already being very kind by reminding him. Especially since he had been very busy recently. Naruto -sama had arranged some other work for him, and he was still the captain of Naruto's night guards. Although the willful Sensei had recently chased away the "annoying" personal Shadow Guard, which obviously reduced his workload, Shisui still didn't feel at ease with the new Jonin and Gen.
And so, five minutes later, Shisui shamelessly watched Naruto fall asleep with his own eyes. Only then did he feel at ease with his subordinates and Gen, who had also been stripped of his personal guard position, and silently scattered around Minato's residence.
At this time, Konoha was terrifyingly quiet.
However, in the small living room of Uchiha's residence, Uchiha's long-awaited teaching of his son had just begun.
"Why did you come back so late?" Uchiha Fugaku sat cross-legged with his arms crossed. He had been waiting for his eldest son for half a night and an hour.
"Naruto was working overtime. The lights in his office just went out." Itachi didn't notice that his father seemed to be in a bad mood today. He was still casually answering while drinking water.
"But you and the night captain changed shifts at 0: 05, and then you disappeared for an hour before returning home. Where did you go? Didn't I already inform you that I have something to ask you?!" Fugaku looked at Itachi, who didn't take it seriously, and was a little angry.
Itachi still didn't notice that his father was angry. "Yes, I didn't leave after changing shifts. After all, I'm in charge of the office. Uchiha has to remember his responsibilities at all times."
"…"
Fugaku choked and didn't know what to say. He began to doubt whether it was a wise choice to get on his son's good side by shedding his poker face for so many years, even though this brat was starting to be close to him like a father and son. But at the same time, he had become like other young people, who had less and less respect for their elders. This wasn't good.
"Dad, do you want some water?" Itachi finished drinking water and looked at Fugaku, who said he had something to ask him but didn't say anything. He felt a little strange. "Dad?"
Fugaku didn't say anything.
Itachi automatically took it as a tacit agreement, so he found a cup to wash it, and naturally put the water in front of Fugaku. Then, as usual … naturally, he prepared to go back to sleep.
Fugaku looked at the cup in front of him, and then looked at his son, who was facing the door with his head slightly tilted, waiting for him to finish speaking. He was a little at a loss. Although he had changed to call him dad, he was still his father. How could he be impatient and want to leave before he finished speaking? Where did his good son, who always answered his questions, go? But … he looked at the cup in front of him again. His son, the young master of the Uchiha family, poured water for his father so naturally — his son actually knew how to care if his father was thirsty or not! He was so touched. As expected of his Itachi, he was much better than Sasuke, the boy who was spoiled rotten by his mother.
"Dad?"
"I'm fine." Fugaku replied reflexively.
"Oh, then dad should go to bed early. Don't be like Naruto -sama, he's a few years younger than you." Although Itachi was still very curious about what Fugaku wanted to ask him, when he heard "I'm fine", he naturally opened the door and left.
"Itachi." Fugaku wanted to stop Itachi, but his legs were a little numb after sitting for too long. In a hurry, he even used his inconvenient right hand. As a result, when he raised it, Itachi had already closed the door from outside and directly teleported away … Fugaku was very depressed, but he couldn't swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He could only silently lower his head and draw circles. "Little brat … I'm only in my forties, and I only go to the hospital once a year. Don't compare me with that damn useless Bo Fung Watergate who goes to the hospital four times a year."
Of course, Itachi wasn't so bored as to hide at the door and eavesdrop, so he definitely wouldn't hear anything. Even if he did, he would pretend that he didn't hear anything. After working in the Administrative System Office for more than a year, he had this little bit of wisdom. His retired father was more and more like the elders, who knew how long he would nag. In order to ensure that tomorrow's work efficiency, he had to rush to bed.
He cleaned himself up at the speed of war, quickly went to bed, pulled up the quilt, and closed his eyes. His retired father could sleep until he woke up naturally, but his working son had to wake up early every day. Moreover, there was no lunch break, and he had to work non-stop until the sky turned dark. If Naruto worked overtime until midnight, he also had to stay up until midnight before he could change shifts. Most importantly, he didn't seem to have any holidays. Last year, except for his mother Sasuke's birthday and his father's hospitalization for a few days, he didn't have any holidays! Konoha calendar had a total of 360 days in a year. Even if the Four Generations were sick and on leave, the office still operated non-stop! It wasn't that he was afraid of hard work, this work wasn't as heavy as the training when he was a student, but it was really tedious and boring! He always thought that there was nothing more trivial than memorizing mission information, and more boring than shuriken throwing training. But compared to those mountains of documents … Haha, do you know what it means to be in a terrible fix? Come to the office and do it.
Anyway, he had enough. Really, it was useless to tell himself "I'm used to it" 1000 times a day. Although he no longer fell asleep while on duty, and even occasionally helped Naruto draft unimportant documents, his colleagues were also used to the existence of an unpopular person like him. But was his life really going to continue like this?
He was only 18 years old, and he was a ninja. Shouldn't the goal of a ninja who had just become an adult be to make himself stronger?! Shouldn't he be working hard to train his dojutsu and taijutsu, and develop ninjutsu? Shouldn't he be doing missions and filling his mission record with SSSSS? Why did he end up like this? He shouldn't have listened to his family's arrangements in the first place. Yes, it was nice to be by his idol's side. Naruto was good to him, and he seemed to be able to learn a lot. But how could the golden flash in his heart be like this? He couldn't say that when his worldview collapsed, even his idol collapsed with him …
In short, the more Itachi thought about it, the more regretful he became. Finally, he tossed and turned and fell asleep.
At this time, in the small living room, Fugaku was still depressed. He had two sons. The younger one was 13 years old, and he was hiding from his father as if he wasn't familiar with him. He was close to his mother and brother. The older one was raised from a young age, and he was finally an adult. He was very outstanding, but he didn't know what to think anymore. He was indeed a very strict father, but he was also very meticulous. Sasuke was fine, but Itachi …
He didn't expect his son, who he had great hope for, to be like Naruto, where his father worked overtime and delivered meals. He didn't want his son to be like a housewife. But in the end, he didn't even have anything to say. Bo Fung Watergate was right. It was no longer the precarious war era. They were all injured, and the probability of living to a gray-haired age was very high. So, if they didn't want their old age to be too awkward and miserable, it was better to be closer to their sons. So when he realized that there was something wrong with his body, but he couldn't die, he stopped pretending to be expressionless. But he still didn't know how to get along with his sons.
But it seemed that he had made some progress. Fugaku sighed and gently held the cup. He felt the temperature in his palms fade, but his body was still warm. No matter how he looked at it, even plain water was so beautiful. It was indeed his Itachi. He didn't want to drink it up so quickly.
And because he couldn't bear to part with it, he sat in a daze until three o 'clock.
It was a little cold at three o 'clock. Mikoto, who was sleeping in the bedroom, turned over and wanted to squeeze with her husband, but she couldn't find him. Then she realized that Fugaku hadn't come back. How long did it take to talk? Sure enough, he couldn't learn to be considerate. Itachi had to work during the day. No matter how strong his body was, he couldn't not sleep. So, Mikoto, who was a little angry, walked to the small living room in a few steps and opened the door. "Fugaku, do you still think you're a young man? Go to sleep! "
"Oh." Fugaku answered and didn't move.
Mikoto looked at Fugaku and frowned. "Where's Itachi?"
"He's sleeping." Fugaku still didn't move.
"Then what are you doing?" Mikoto was so angry that she laughed.
"Drinking water." Fugaku also laughed and shook the cup. "Look, Itachi poured it for me."
"Yes, yes." Mikoto glanced at Fugaku. "Isn't it just pouring a cup of water? Look at you. Sasuke massages my back every day."
Fugaku was embarrassed. "Sasuke is spoiled by you. I can't count on him."
"I'm happy to spoil him." Mikoto was very proud. "Let's go. Since we're done talking, let's go back to sleep. How did Itachi react?"
"No reaction. I didn't even say anything. He learned how to run." Fugaku sighed.
"You didn't stop him." Mikoto was very surprised.
"Ah, I can't help it. The child has grown up. I can't stop him." Fugaku laughed self-deprecatingly. "I decided not to ask. Anyway, sooner or later, everything in this house will belong to Itachi. He can do whatever he wants."
"How many elders in the family?" Mikoto was doubtful.
Fugaku sneered. "Who cares about them? Itachi is the captain of Watergate's guards. He shouldn't have told the family about Watergate. Last year, it was wrong to say what was asked. And if it weren't for those old men pestering Itachi every day to report about Watergate's situation, Watergate might have started to teach Itachi. You see, once Itachi realized that he was the captain of Naruto's guards, he stopped talking nonsense to the family. Watergate immediately took him to the National Capital to train. He thinks highly of Itachi. "
"But." Mikoto was still worried. "I'm afraid that those uncles will make trouble for Itachi."
"Hey, honey." Fugaku smiled and gritted his teeth. "I'm not dead yet. I can definitely outlast those old men."
"How can you say that?" Mikoto didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"It can't be helped. It's completely different from more than ten years ago." Fugaku raised his eyebrows. "Watergate is right. No matter what Uchiha does now, it will at most have some influence on Konoha. Plus, he's still alive, so this influence is meaningless. As for the Land of Fire, and even the world, we're just one of many ninja families. When there's a war, we can fan the flames and look for opportunities. But now, the world order is peaceful and stable. It's lucky to have one or two people in a generation who can be useful. What can one or two people do? What's more, our Itachi has been successfully brainwashed. Believe it or not, if Uchiha really did something he shouldn't do, he would even kill his parents. At most, he would only have a silly Sasuke left. But fortunately, it's him. Don't think that Watergate calls you sister Mikoto. Watergate can't even keep Sasuke alive. "
"I know, I know. Bo Fung Watergate is ruthless. " Mikoto didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You're definitely not admitting defeat. It's just that there's no benefit in going against Minato. Everyone knows this already, so there's no need to repeat it so many times. Go to sleep. It's almost dawn. "
Fugaku glanced at his wife and turned his head away.
"What's wrong with you?" Mikoto yawned.
"Nothing. I just sat for too long and can't move a little."
Mikoto sighed. She crouched down and hugged Fugaku's waist to pull him up. "Why didn't you call for help?"
"You're all asleep. We have to work tomorrow." Fugaku leaned on his wife reluctantly.
"Are you embarrassed?" Mikoto helped Fugaku move the right side of his body. "Is it very uncomfortable? Can you walk? "
"Ah. It's not uncomfortable, but it's true that I can't move much. "Fugaku was embarrassed.
Mikoto looked at the embarrassed Fugaku and tapped his forehead. "You're just showing off."
"I'm not showing off. It's all Watergate's fault. He's working overtime. He deserves it." Fugaku put his left arm around Mikoto's neck. "My dear wife, please drag your husband back to the bedroom. He's sleepy."
Mikoto looked at Fugaku, who was still laughing, and was about to explode. "Forget it. Drag him back."
"Then how are we going to go back? Our house is so big."
Mikoto smiled gently. She exerted strength in her hands and easily carried Fugaku in her arms. "Let's go back like this."
Awkward.
Time began to pass quickly when no one was paying attention. Soon, his face was as red as Mr. Fugaku's. The sun also came out of the soil. With a deep breath, the fresh mist entered his stomach. In an instant, the glass window gradually became clear. It was transparent, but it couldn't stop the curious sparrows from peeping.
The sparrows were chattering, looking through the glass window and discussing.
It was a bit annoying.
Bo Fung Watergate closed his eyes and moved his ears. He obviously didn't sleep enough, and the sky was already bright. But it didn't matter if it was dawn. He had cleverly said yesterday that he would be two hours late. The Dark Group didn't call him, which completely proved that he could continue to sleep. But … the sky was too bright. Watergate felt that his whole face was baked by the sun, and his eyes were full of light spots. So he opened half of his eyes slightly and looked at the situation. Sure enough, the curtains weren't closed.
Watergate raised his hand in a daze. Help me close the curtains.
Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him. Watergate sighed. He almost forgot that Naruto's Guards, who had been with him for more than ten years, were almost all dismissed by him. The remaining few "dead people" that no one wanted were also driven far away to do more meaningful things. He never liked to be surrounded by a group of people every day. But when he was sleeping comfortably, he really didn't want to close the curtains. If he knew it was so inconvenient, he wouldn't have considered the future and marriage of those older young people. It would have been better to leave one or two useless people to use until they died.
Especially when Watergate stood in front of the window and pulled the curtains. He blinked and scratched his head. Where did the curtains go? Washed?
Washed then washed. Watergate, who was still sleepy, was ready to go back to sleep. But suddenly, he was completely awake. God! Why were the curtains tangled with his quilt on the bed? Watergate stepped forward and pulled the curtains out. Huh? There was also a sheet? It was already one by one. Could it be … Watergate was a bit embarrassed. Could it be that he sleepwalked last night? He didn't hear his personal bodyguards say that he had sleepwalking problems.
Watergate pressed between his eyebrows and looked around guiltily. He silently rolled up the rags in his hand and stuffed them into the innermost part of the cabinet. Fortunately, he had canceled the position of personal bodyguard. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing. But how could he explain the disappearance of the curtains to everyone?
Watergate was a little depressed. He lay on the bed, hugged the photo of Kina on the bedside table, wrapped himself in the quilt, and covered himself from head to toe. Kina, your husband seemed to have sleepwalked last night. Our pink curtains and the super cheap sheet were also torn into pieces by me. Boohoo, what should I do? I feel so embarrassed. Also, if you accidentally saw anything yesterday that you shouldn't have seen, please forget it. No matter what strange things I did, please don't take it to heart. I just miss you so much, really.
Embarrassing things are not necessarily done by embarrassing people. Good things are not necessarily done by good people.
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March 24, Konoha. It was very sunny.
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