Konoha Ninja Wants an Ordinary Life

Wang Yuejing woke up early in the morning because he was a person with a very light sleep, and just a little sound could make him wake up.

He walked out of the room carefully, trying not to disturb the rest of the people, and then came to the yard and met Grandma Chun, the culprit who woke him up, and Yihui, the grain merchant who had only met yesterday.

"I said mother-in-law, I'm just a grain merchant, not a weapon merchant, and I can't buy those things."

Yihui leaned on the cart where he was carrying food, and looked puzzled. He had no choice but to ask Grandma Chun. If he could find a way to do other things, he really didn't have the weapons of the ninja.

If you dare to touch it, you can't touch it.

Grandma Chun said relentlessly: "I asked you to think of a solution. You just shirked without even thinking about it. And I don't want much, so you can think about it again..."

"Not much!" Yihui's voice suddenly increased by octave. He hurriedly looked around, but did not see the moon-eyeing scenery standing behind the door, and then lowered his voice and said, "I said

Mother-in-law, you are not unaware of the rules in the village. Ordinary people are not allowed to possess ninja weapons. Only ninjas are qualified to go to weapons stores to buy weapons."

"Did you understand, mother-in-law?"

Yihui's face was full of helplessness. What Grandma Chun asked him to do violated the rules. He didn't want to be dealt with by the remaining party who was regarded as a mountain pepper fish.

"And, can you tell me, what's the point of doing if you need that kind of thing?"

"Yesterday, Angel said that children of appropriate age should receive ninja training. I also heard about those things, so I wanted to give them some gifts in advance."

"In the past, Iwataro often complained that the weapons in the village were not as good as those in other ninja villages, so I wanted to give the children some better weapons. In this way, maybe more children who can come back occasionally to help in the future..."

Hearing Grandma Chun's reason, Yihui's expression also eased. He rubbed his face a few times and said, "I will find a way to do this, but I'm not sure about it."

, don't expect too much."

"Okay, okay." Grandma Chun said two good words excitedly. She held Yihui tightly and said, "I knew you had a way. I believe you, as long as you work hard, you will definitely have a way."

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Yihui blinked his eyes a few times, then lamented.

It seems that Grandma Chun is not listening to him at all.

However, the other party was the benefactor who brought him back from the brink of death, his mother in a sense, and that reason was really hard to refuse.

After hearing this, Wangyuejing left quietly, and then went straight to the kitchen and saw the apricot being prepared for breakfast.

"Good morning, Sister Xingzi." Looking at Yuejing walked over and greeted the girl softly.

The girl who was cutting vegetables stopped the movements in her hand, looked at Wangyuejing with a smile and said, "Good morning, Yi Shijun, I woke up so early today."

"I can't sleep, so I got up. Sister Xingzi, I'll help you." Wangyuejing said.

"Okay, then you can help me stir the natto." The girl handed a packet of natto and a large bowl to Wangyuejing.

"yes."

The girl's smile is as warm as the bright sunshine, and it is particularly attractive in this country covered by rain and dark clouds.

When looking at the moonlight, put the bowl on the table, pour the natto into the bowl, and then stir the natto in the bowl vigorously until the sticky liquid is stirred.

"Now, Yi Shijun." The girl suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter?" When looking at Yuejing turned his head and looked at Xingzi.

"Do you know that?"

"What's that thing? Are you in love with Mr. Iwataro?" said Minato half-jokingly.

Doudu!!

The girl's head was hot, like an old steam train. The knife for cutting vegetables was also a meal, and then she cut the vegetables on the cutting board hard and casually, with chaotic words in her mouth.

"What are you talking about, a child? Iwataro... has something to do with me... not what you think."

At this time, when looking at the moon, I said in a faint voice: "Sister Xingzi, vegetable."

"What?" Xingzi, who came to his senses, looked down and saw that the cabbage on the chopping board had been chopped into dumpling fillings, and was crushed in an incredible state.

"How could it be?"

The girl sighed and said, "I have to leave these until the afternoon to make dumplings. I don't have time to make dumpling skins now."

"Don't you really don't know?" Xingzi took a cabbage again and started cutting it up. She threw everything behind her mind and asked Wangyuejing again.

"What's up?"

"Oh..." the girl sighed and said, "Yishun, you are too old and you are over the age of becoming a ninja, so you can't be a ninja in the future."

Actually, I am a ninja. Wang Yuejing shouted in his heart, but he couldn't say it. He could only shake his head and try to pretend to be indifferent and say, "This is nothing big."

"Really? Don't you want to be a ninja?"

"What's the point of ninja? Maybe you'll die accidentally at any time." This sentence was completely inspired by the thought of the moon. After all, he had been wandering on the edge of life and death several times.

"Yes..." After hearing this, the girl's movements of cutting vegetables were slower, as if she had recalled something bad, "Just like her parents, I don't know when I will never go back again

Here comes... Maybe... Iwataro is also..."

The girl spoke at the back, the less she could not even hear the last few words.

She likes Iwataro who often comes to the orphanage to help. She feels like the mother of children, and Iwataro is her father.

But when she was a child, her parents as ninja never came back after the mission made her look discouraged by Iwataro again, and she was afraid of losing again.

Iwataro also knows the fate of ninjas very well and has never responded to feelings positively.

"Sister Xingzi, are you crying?" When Wangyue Jing looked at the girl's shaking shoulders and the sound of soft sobs, she couldn't help but ask worriedly.

The girl hurriedly put down the knife, wiped away the tears with her hands, and said, "No, it's just that when cutting the onion, I'll wash it first."

Looking at the girl running out in a hurry, her eyes stopped at the vegetables on the chopping board when she looked at the moon. Then she lowered her head and stirred the natto silently.

What a clumsy lie, Xingzi.