Konoha's task master

Kakashi, defeated.

Although he had other methods that he did not use, a defeat was a defeat, and there was no need for any quibbles. Kakashi and Yakumo re-formed the seal of reconciliation.

"I didn't expect...you are so much better than me."

"I'm just slightly better." Yakumo put away his purple fire and said very modestly. Hatake Sakumo next to him smiled and said nothing.

After the discussion, Yakumo secretly asked Kakashi for another batch of zombie water and disappearing powder to make up for the shortfall after dealing with Keisuke Shimizu. For some reason, he felt that these things... would be useful for this mission.

Back in the house, Yakumo masturbated two handfuls of her breasts, and not long after, Masako Mori pushed open the door and walked in. Masako Mori was very strange these days...as if she was expecting...but also seemed to be on the verge of disappointment.

"Yakumo, you didn't prepare a gift for me, right?"

Under the orange light, the girl's eyes were filled with sadness, as if a sharp sword was striking her soul.

"Damn it...it's all Niuqiu's fault for demolishing the house that day..."

In just three seconds, all that was left on such a big sofa was rotten cotton... The strength of the Naibao family was so terrifying that even thinking about it now, Yakumo still gets chills on his back.

If Milk Ball gets angry a few more times, he's afraid he'll go bankrupt.

"I'm really ready." Yakumo formed the seal.

With a bang, a delicate crystal square box was spit out from the storage scroll. Silver and gold dresses were neatly placed in the transparent box. The scattered crystals reflected the light, shining like stars.

"So beautiful..." Masako Mori sighed instinctively.

This dress cost two-thirds of Yakumo's income from the mission. It is said that there is only one in the entire Fire Country. It took five years to make it by hand and customize it. Every stitch and every strand is full of unique craftsmanship.

"I'm so touched...Is this really for me?"

"Of course..." Yakumo solemnly placed the crystal square box in Mori Masako's hand and sincerely requested.

"Live well, I want to see the day when you wear this dress..."

"Yeah!" Masako Mori nodded vigorously.

The two came to the training ground, and after their daily sparring sessions, they lay on the ground and looked at the stars in the sky.

"Do you know why I am so obsessed with you?"

Masako Mori struggled to sit up, slowly retracted her legs and put her chin on her knees. This movement suddenly made her look a little more fragile, like an abandoned animal, and there was really a strong feeling of emotion coming out of her body.

of sadness.

"When I was four years old... I got sick for the first time. My father didn't hesitate to expose his identity and found Tsunade-sama with his grandfather's identity certificate... I secretly underwent treatment for half a month and was eventually sentenced to death... probably only

He lived to be around 14 to 19 years old."

Yakumo sat up and looked at Masako Mori's side face under the moonlight. She had an unreliable look during most of the time they spent together, which would give him the wrong impression... She didn't seem to be unhappy or sad.

This kind of emotion.

Yakumo suddenly realized that it was because that gift touched the softness in her heart, making her willing to reveal the part wrapped in a hard shell.

"I was really sad during that time...I couldn't accept my fate. I couldn't accept that I would die on my bed in my teenage years."

"To be honest, I was in despair during that time, and I even resented my parents a little in my heart. I also opened the Sharingan during this torture. My father said that my talent was higher than his, and for me, those red eyes were a curse.

"

Yakumo looked at Masako Mori's side face quietly. At this time, he only needed to be a listener.

"One day, I was in a daze on the street resenting the injustice of my fate. I happened to see you being pushed to the ground by four or five children and beaten. This kind of thing is very common and I didn't want to meddle in other people's business..." Masako Mori suddenly paused for a moment.

.

After a brief recollection, Ba found the original owner's memories of this part in his mind. It seemed that it was Masako Mori who took action to drive away those gangsters in the end, and from that day on, the two of them became good friends.

"Later...you suddenly shouted..."

"You can hit me, but please don't hit me in the face. Thank you for your cooperation!"

Masako Mori suddenly laughed, as if she was trying her best to imitate Yakumo's tone at that time.

"I laughed just like I do now... Your shouting at that time made a crack appear in the haze in my heart... and light poured in."

"Thinking about it now, at that time I was like a lost person waiting to be redeemed, and you became my light."

Yakumo recalled the scene at that time. The original owner seemed to have been beaten to the point of crying. Suddenly he saw Masako Mori through the gap. That was the original owner's only... friend. Out of self-esteem or not wanting to be looked down upon by his friends, the original owner endured it.

Tears shouted those words...

"We became friends from then on. You were timid and timid at that time... but you were so optimistic..."

He inherited the identity and memory of the original owner, and was naturally affected by this memory. As Masako Mori narrated, he recalled everything that had happened as if he had witnessed it.

"Actually, the person who becomes the light doesn't have to be you, but if you happen to appear at that time... you can never be replaced..."

Masako Mori suddenly raised her head, as if she had made some kind of determination, she looked at Yakumo's face and said solemnly.

"Yakumo, let's be together."

"Pfft... don't make trouble." Yakumo immediately looked away. He is only seven years old now, and he is still a child... not to mention, who is a serious person who falls in love at the age of seven?

"I'm serious... Let's try to have a child when we are thirteen, and then have another one when we are fourteen..."

"Do you want to say...that way, even if I'm gone, someone will still be with you?" Yakumo interrupted Masako Mori's plans for the future.

Masako Mori's tone felt very familiar to him, just like when the old man who had lived for ninety-seven years met to give his last words, and then he traveled through time... The old man was one hundred and six years old... and he was still alive and kicking.

"...No." Masako Mori's eyes dodge.

"I said... I will cure you. You should have some confidence in your attending physician." Yakumo said seriously.

"I have full confidence in you...it's just..."

"No just, no but, no turning point, I will definitely save you." Yakumo repeated solemnly, staring into Masako Mori's eyes.

"Okay." Masako Mori lowered her head.

"But there is no conflict!"

You save yours... I give birth to mine... This is called Plan B!"

Masako Mori spoke softly again, and the unreliable attributes of the Senju clan once again occupied the high ground of her thoughts.

"Oh, please leave gracefully...Thank you."

"Bang..." Masako Mori was shut out by Yakumo again.

In fact, what Masako Mori didn't know was that...her appearance was also a kind of salvation for the original owner. She was also the original owner's light, adding a little more color to his desperate life.

"Hey...two desperate people comforting each other."

"What an old-fashioned plot..."

Yakumo sighed, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and formed a shadow clone to practice palm sensu.