Kyojuro, the life of a Hokage since the age of one

Anjuro's diary

【Yaoya left at the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

I am very satisfied to be able to talk to him again and say goodbye properly.

I wish Yaoya a happy life, all his wishes come true, a harmonious family, and a long life.

Wait, what if Yaozai is reincarnated into another creature!

For trees, does being a hundred years old... count as premature death? ? ? 】

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Early in the morning, as soon as Hao Yi got up, he saw Anjuro sitting alone on the porch, cleaning his knife. The pot of small luminous flowers that he had been carrying with him for the past two days was nowhere to be seen.

Although he is already half a teenager in stature, he still looks squishy, ​​exactly the same as when he was a child.

He sat cross-legged next to Xingshourou and touched his son's hair.

"Where are your friends?"

"He has left."

Hao turned his head to observe his son's expression, and his cautious look made Anjuro smile.

"Dad, I'm fine. It's a good thing he can reincarnate."

After confirming again and again that Anjuro was not at all sad, Hao Yi felt relieved and looked at the white clouds in the sky with his hands behind his back.

"I don't know if your grandfather has been reincarnated, but he has never given me a dream."

As soon as Tajima woke up, he heard that the father and son were talking about such a topic in the underworld in such a good weather. He was speechless. "Why are you entrusting me with a dream? Are you asking you to work harder to have a baby so that he can be reincarnated?"

"Since I miss your dad, Xingshou Lang is going to the cemetery today, so why don't you go and pay homage together?"

Hao Yi tilted his head and asked, "What are you doing at the cemetery?"

Xing Juro put the [Explosive Knife·Floating] that had enjoyed a morning massage back into its scabbard, "Street lantern flowers are the kind of small flowers that can shine. Like mushrooms, they should be planted in the cemetery."

"...Is it true that you won't be regarded as a will-o'-the-wisp?"

"Plant more densely?"

"It would be more scary if you plant it more densely. It's completely dark, but there is a bright light in one area. If you look closer, it's still a cemetery."

Madara Uchiha stood in the living room stretching with his messy hair, trying to wake up as soon as possible.

Jiulama yawned, and he couldn't understand why he had to keep the same schedule as Uchiha Madara when he obviously had nothing to do every day.

"There will be new horror legends in Uchiha. Maybe they will say that your Sharingan was mutated by putting will-o'-the-wisps into your eyes."

"That's not good. Maybe it can scare the eyes of the blind children in the clan. Jiejiejiejiejie~"

"!" Xingjulang was excited!

The most important thing about summer, besides watermelons, is the exclusive ghost story telling party on summer nights!

Jiejiejiejiejie~

(I told you not to learn everything!)

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Under the watchful eyes of familiar tribesmen, as evening approached, Xingjulang planted a street lamp flower in front of each tombstone in the tribe's cemetery.

The warm yellow light shines on the cold tombstone, which even looks a little warm, and even the purple mushrooms that cover the entire tomb are much cuter.

"It seems, seems, probably, not as scary as I thought."

"Is there a possibility that it's because the sun hasn't set yet."

"Humph, it doesn't matter if the sun sets, there is light here anyway."

Except Anjurou who was driven home by Koichi for dinner, none of the other big Uchihas wanted to leave. They all wanted to see with their own eyes how scary a cemetery with street lights at night can be.

About three-quarters of an hour later, night came. After leaving the sunlight, the light emitted by the street lanterns seemed to be brighter.

Even the words on the tombstone near the ground can be clearly illuminated.

"Hey, this thing is more convenient than I thought. If it can't be planted here, I really want to plant a few in my house, so that I won't be attacked by toys thrown by children when I get up at night."

Uchiha Huofeng's mind was filled with the wonderful uses of street lanterns. This was much more convenient than accidentally lighting up the house's candles!

"Let's go."

After that, the Uchihas were about to disperse. At this time, Koichi, who had been whispered to by Anjuro in the evening, coughed lightly and suddenly suggested,

"It's rare to get together like this at night, why don't we have another one?"

Yingji, Huo Feng, Kyou, and Ryoji, who usually played well with Koichi, became interested.

"Come on, what are you coming for?"

Hao Yi chuckled, "Ghost Story Contest, if you dare, it's right here."

Huo Feng, who usually likes to tell ghost stories and scare people, became interested at that time, "Come! Must come!!!"

This kid Haoyi usually keeps quiet, so you can't tell!

Someone agreed, and the others couldn't say shameful things like quitting, so they joined half-heartedly.

They sat in a circle in the open space where they usually worship, surrounded by the tombs of their deceased relatives.

Some of them are still trying to persuade themselves that they are all members of the family, and even if there are really unexplainable things, they cannot attack their own people.

"Who comes first?"

"I'll go first," Yingji was the first to raise his hand.

"What I want to tell is the story of the farmers near us."

"It is said that his grandfather and grandmother were originally exiled to us because of the severe drought. They were very poor and had no house or land. But the relationship between the couple was very good, and his grandmother was very easy to give birth to. Although it was too hard to live in exile, she was pregnant before. The child was aborted, but not long after she settled here, she became pregnant again.”

"His grandfather was worried. He had no money. He couldn't support two adults, so how could he support another child? So every time his grandmother got pregnant, his grandfather would use various methods to make her miscarry accidentally. If the child was not miscarried, his grandfather would throw it into the river and drown it after it was born."

"As time went by, their family's life gradually improved. They had a house and land, and some savings. At this time, his grandmother was pregnant again."

"His grandfather calculated that the family could afford it now, so his father was born."

Gong was a little bored, "Yingji, tell me something interesting. In the past, it was normal for children from ordinary families to die, and it was not scary."

Yingji She rolled her eyes at him, "Shh! Here comes the point!"

"Children grow closer and closer as they are raised, and it's almost the same for parents. The more his grandfather raises his child, the more he thinks his child is adorable. When his father was five months old, one night, his grandfather was holding the child to enjoy the cool air,"

Yingji looked around, "It was almost the same time now, and it was also a full moon. His grandfather casually sighed, 'The moon tonight is really round.'"

"At this time, the baby in his arms suddenly spoke like an adult!"

"He said, 'Father, the moon was just as round the night you cruelly drowned me.'"

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt a chill blowing from their backs.

This, this can't be the child who was drowned before coming back for revenge.

"I'm done, how is it?"

Yingji clapped his hands and pulled everyone out of the atmosphere of the story.

Huo Feng leaned on his knees and said in disgust, "It's not scary at all! This story is obviously made up to make those who have children raise their children well, and you believe it."

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Theater in the Underworld

Because there are quite a few members of the Uchiha family who have woken up recently, they simply started to build in the underworld.

Not to mention, the soil in the underworld is a bit interesting, and the shapes will not fall apart even if you pinch them casually, so each of their residences is very different and unique.

Yinari, who was bending over to do his work, was about to move his head when he saw a small ball of light floating not far above his head.

Not only that, there were also some near the heads of other people, and there were also some on the heads of the ice sculptures that were still sleeping over there.

He poked Zhang Ren, who had built a house next to him and was trying to destroy his house,

"Zhang Ren, look up, what are these floating orange balls of light?"

Zhang Ren's intuition told him that this must be related to Kyojuro, otherwise could it be a new ninjutsu developed by the clan to connect to the underworld?

Those guys didn't have the brains to do that.

"I don't know," he jumped up on the spot and grabbed the small ball of light above his head.

"!!! Can this thing be caught!"

"Let's try it. Anyway, we are both dead, and the dead can't die again."

Then, Zhang Ren stuffed the small ball of light into his super cool lightning house,

just right as a lamp!

Perfect!