Life is always difficult, and nowhere is life easy.
Now, Nan Gongzhe had a clear understanding of this.
Nangong Zhe is only twelve years old. In the ninja world, except for the small ninja in the major ninja villages who can do some tasks and get paid, it is difficult to get a job that can support him and his sister.
Fortunately, the town where Nangong Zhe is located is a subordinate town around Konoha in the Land of Fire, and there will be some orders from the local tyrants of the Shinobi Village.
In order to make a living, Nangong Zhe entered a blacksmith shop and became an apprentice.
Barely enough to support himself and his sister.
"I'm back …"
Opening the shabby door, Nangong Zhe opened the small room rented by the blacksmith shop owner.
"Ah … Onii-san, you're back, the meal will be ready in a while. Wait for a while. "
Nangong Rou's crisp voice came from the small kitchen.
The tiredness and hardships of the day seemed to disappear quietly.
Nangong Zhe quietly put his hands that were red and swollen with a few blisters behind his back.
"Well, I don't know what delicious food you made today. Haha … "
"Oh, Onii-san. Why are you calling me such a strange nickname again? "
Nangong Rou's small face looked a bit cute from the kitchen, and her slightly pouted mouth seemed to be able to hang a soy sauce bottle.
"What's wrong … Is Meaty not good? Don't you want to eat Meaty every day? "
Nangong Zhe said with a bit of banter, half-jokingly.
"Onii-san …"
Nangong Rou looked at her brother, her nose was slightly sour, and a few tears filled her small eyes.
"Ah … Rou 'er … Don't be angry … I won't call you Meaty, okay?"
Nangong Zhe panicked when he saw that his sister was about to cry.
He took a few steps forward and gently hugged Nangong Rou. Then, he placed his right hand on Nangong Rou's head and gently stroked it.
"No … Brother."
"I'm not unhappy because you called me by my nickname."
"I was just wondering when we'll be able to live a better life."
Nangong Rou was only ten years old this year, and the heavy burden of life was already on her small shoulders. This kind of burden created too much pressure for the little girl.
"Don't worry … I can slowly use the power that grandfather left for me."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to find work at the blacksmith shop."
"When big brother becomes stronger, we can apply to go to Wood leaf and become official villagers."
"Even if it's just Wood leaf's minimum living allowance, we don't have to live so bitterly anymore."
"Everything will be fine … everything will be fine."
Everyone knows that there are five major countries in the Ninja World, and each country has a powerful Ninja Village.
But a Ninja Village has tens of thousands of people, and 80% of them are professional ninjas, not engaged in production.
So where does the food come from?
Where does the drink come from?
Where do all kinds of daily necessities come from?
Every Ninja Village has many subordinate towns that provide these things to the Ninja Village.
Nangong Zhe is in such a town.
A town with no name, only a number – Twelfth Town.
"Well, I believe in big brother."
"Big brother will definitely become an official villager of Wood leaf."
Nangong Rou nodded her little head vigorously.
With a firm gaze, she gently wiped some tears from the corner of her eyes with her small hands.
"Okay … Get up. Let's go eat. "
Nangong Zhe gently helped Nangong Rou to sit in front of the small table, and he went to the kitchen to get food.
There was miso soup, a few leaves, a small plate of pickles, and a bowl of rice.
However, the two children ate with relish.
With joy after a full meal, the two children hugged each other and fell asleep under a slightly thin quilt.
…
"Oh … Zhe, you came."
Early in the morning, before the sun came out, Nangong Zhe went to the blacksmith shop and began to prepare for the day's work.
One by one, the farm tools were neatly moved out by Nangong Zhe's thin body.
The shopkeeper uncle came out from the backyard with sleepy eyes and yawned.
"Well, uncle. I also brought some breakfast, let's eat together? "
The uncle was in his forties, and he still lived alone.
He didn't see the uncle's wife or children, nor did he see the uncle's relatives.
But occasionally when he saw the uncle in a daze, there was a bit of vicissitudes in his eyes. Nangong Zhe didn't ask about these things.
"Really? That's great … Xiao Rou's craftsmanship is great. I don't know which young man will be lucky enough to marry Xiao Rou. "
Looking at the simple but somewhat warm breakfast, the uncle opened his big mouth and said with a bit of alcohol.
"Rou 'er is still young, let's talk about it later …"
"Oh? What, you're still so young, but you already know how to protect your sister? You have the potential to be a siscon, Xiao Zhe. "
"Uncle!"
Facing the uncle's teasing, Nangong Zhe called out with a bit of a blush.
"Okay, okay … I won't joke with you. Today, I received an order from Wood leaf to make a batch of shurikens. Let's go, we'll be busy for a while. "
The uncle gently patted Nangong Zhe's head. Then, his rough hand rubbed Nangong Zhe's hair into a bird's nest.
"Wood leaf ordered weapons from us? They entrusted us with this kind of thing … Are they going to war? "
Nangong Zhe looked at the uncle with a bit of hidden sadness in his eyes.
The uncle had lived for a long time, so how could Nangong Zhe not notice the sadness in his eyes?
"It's okay, we're very close to Wood leaf, they won't fight here. Don't worry, even if the situation is bad, Wood leaf will arrange for us to go to a fallout shelter. "
"Okay, I know, uncle …"
"Didn't I already tell you my name? Why do you keep calling me uncle … Am I that old? "
"You have a head of white hair, but you still say you're young. It's good enough to call you uncle … "
"Oh … You little brat, are you itching for a beating?"
The uncle used his thumb to drill Nangong Zhe's temple.
Nangong Zhe could only beg for mercy.
…
In the blacksmith shop, there began to be clanking sounds and waves of heat.
Life was like this, day after day.
Boring.
Tiring.
But this was Nangong Zhe's most beautiful memory.
Compared to the bloody storm that followed, wasn't this calmness also a precious treasure?
But Nangong Zhe didn't understand this.
He only wanted to sharpen his head and enter Wood leaf, that magnificent door.
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