My Hidden Road

She left, alone and quietly. She might have died in a dark and narrow alley somewhere if she was seriously injured. Naoto did not stop her from leaving. When she left, Naoto was cleaning the blood on the floor. When she turned around, she had already

No trace.

I wonder where she will go, the Pure Land? Or maybe she will return to Konoha Village alive and continue to be a spy for the Roots. This can be considered a good beginning and an end, at least Naoto has never seen her in Amegakure Village since then.

Just like a breeze blowing a ripple on the lake surface, after the wind blows, the ripples disappear, leaving the calm lake surface as before.

At the same time, Naoto no longer believed in those nameless little people in his heart. What happened to Asaka and Chinatsu frightened him, but fortunately he did not reveal his feelings. Sometimes Naoto really wanted a friend who was not a spy and had no intentions for him.

friend.

A few months later, Naoto went out to serve as Hanzo's bodyguard as usual.

Hanzo watched the rain alone, and then patrolled the surrounding area to see if there was anything strange. I don’t know when Naoto also learned to watch the rain quietly, and it seemed that he could keep watching for a long time.

At noon, Hanzo went to have dinner, and Naoto stayed alone in his room. There was a knock on the door and then the door was pushed open.

The person who knocked on the door was Mita, who looked at Naoto a few more times while holding a stack of documents with unknown meaning, and left with a bad face. The door was closed tightly again, and Naoto leaned against the wall with an expressionless expression.

After a few minutes, Naoto suddenly walked towards the low table on the couch. Incense slowly rose from the copper stove on the table. Naoto glanced at the delivered documents casually, stretched out his hand and put a scroll into the pocket behind his waist.

In the satchel.

When Hanzo returned to the room, Naoto was still leaning against the wall and looking at the sky, like a imprisoned bird yearning for freedom and flight.

"No matter how strong the bird is, it is afraid of heavy rain." Hanzo seemed to understand Naoto's thoughts.

"Also dare to fight against the heavy rain."

"Hehehe." Hanzo's hoarse laughter reached Naoto's ears: "You remind me of the brown swift. He likes the story of the bird fighting against the heavy rain very much, even if the bird falls into the sky in the end."

Naoto did not argue with Hanzo because Hanzo loved the pleasure of winning an argument. Once Naoto scolded him until he couldn't argue. Now Hanzo likes to argue with Naoto from time to time and enjoys the pleasure gained from transforming Naoto's life value.

If he thinks he has won, let him win.

Seeing that Naoto had no interest in arguing with him, Hanzo focused his attention on the document scroll on the low table and did not realize that one document was missing from the scroll.

In the evening, the night guard arrived, and Naoto prepared to leave.

"Slow down, Naoto-kun, you're on duty tonight, is there any problem?"

Naoto, who was about to step out of the room, stopped and glanced at the man with cold eyes. The latter left slightly relaxed. How could he be unhappy without having to stay on duty all night?

"Is something wrong?" Naoto asked.

Hanzo, who was buried in the papers, was sitting on the mat, stretching his waist and letting out a long sigh of relief. "Naoto-kun is older this year, and suddenly I realize that you have grown up a lot. When was the first time we met?"

"I am twenty-one years old this year. I met you, Master Hanzo, ten years ago, in a village that was ruined by war."

"Oh, time flies so fast." Hanzo stared at Naoto and said, "I remember you still had two friends at that time. Do you still have contact with them now?"

Talking about Kyoto and Daibutsu, Naoto looked a little sad: "No, maybe they are dead. The world is so chaotic and so many people have died. I can't remember what they look like now."

"Do you hate me for driving you out of the Rain Country?"

"hatred."

Hanzo sneered: "You really don't know how to control your temper. Are you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Don't be afraid." Naoto continued: "The deal is done. No matter how unacceptable things become, this is the fact. The fact is that I survived, and they have no news at all."

"learn."

Hanzo thought about Naoto's words in his heart, but didn't think much about it. At night, Hanzo went to sleep, and Naoto stood alone in the corridor, with the neon lights of Amegakure Village flashing in front of him, and the gold and jade outside were ruined.

Naoto, who was leaning on the corridor, took out the scroll he had stolen from his satchel. Looking at the information on it, Naoto couldn't help himself. The information on it was about 'Akatsuki'. Recently, they accepted tasks from poor people for free or at low prices.

The Kingdom of Rain gradually became famous, and even killed several rain ninja "scum".

Naoto intercepted this information because he was afraid that one day the incident would come and he would not be able to avoid it.

Naoto took out a lighter from nowhere, lit the scroll until it burned to ashes, and kicked the ashes away with his feet. The ashes were dissolved by the rain, and it was as if this information had never appeared before.

Sometimes Naoto wonders why he is like this. If he had not replaced Jitsuke at that time, then he was the one who was driven away, but how could he not have stepped forward...

The next day, early morning.

It hasn't rained in Yuyin Village for a long time today, but the sky is still gloomy, and it looks like it will rain again soon.

Hanzo didn't seem to want Naoto to leave, but Naoto found something very interesting, that was Hanzo's eating.

Because of the respirator, Naoto never saw him eat. Hanzo would breathe poisonous gas when he took off the respirator. When he ate, he would go to a special room to prevent the poisonous gas from leaking out.

Naoto was thinking, if this is the case, then Hanzo has never even kissed a girl, which is really tragic. Thinking of this, Naoto started to feel unfair to himself again. His first kiss turned out to be taken by that lunatic Asaka, but he remembered

It was quite enjoyable at the time.

There is a scar on Hanzo's right cheek. As for who caused it, Hanzo is very taboo and never talks about it with others. Naoto also wants to know who is so virtuous and capable that he can actually leave a scar on Hanzo's face. No.

Knowing whether the person who left the masterpiece is still alive, I would like to pay homage to it.

Pulling himself together, Naoto rubbed his face. He felt sleepy after not resting all day and night.

"They are all a bunch of trash. Wouldn't you be able to perform your mission except for him?"

Outside the door, I remembered Hanzo's scolding, and then Mita's echo sounded. Naoto pricked up his ears and lay on the wall to eavesdrop on the conversation. Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open, and Naoto leaned against the wall, eyes, nose and mind.

"Hanzo-sama, this mission is very important, and I can't think of anyone who can carry out such a mission." Kanda said flatteringly, his eyes constantly glancing at Naoto.

"roll!"

Mita asked cautiously: "Then the mission..."

"roll!"

"Yes, yes, I am resigning."

Hanzo glared at the door, then sat cross-legged on the mat without making a sound, and Naoto didn't ask what the matter was. Don't ask casually if you want to survive, and Hanzo is a moody and suspicious guy.

Finally, Naoto, who had waited until evening, saw his successor arrive and left the Amegakure base with his exhausted body. Hanzo didn't call him, so Naoto didn't know what to do.

What bad idea does that guy from Mita have? You can see it in his eyes.