My Hidden Road

After the continuous drizzle stopped, Naoto carried Takasumi on his shoulders and took him for a stroll in the market. The young and ignorant Takasumi was full of curiosity about everything in the world. He held Naoto's ears with his two small hands to avoid falling off.

After staying in the market for more than ten days, Naoto has completely gotten to know Takasumi and his family. The bakery owner and his wife are very relieved that Naoto will take Takasumi out to play. Naoto is currently staying with the bakery owner's family, and he spends his days either wandering around or having nothing to do.

Guichun is playing, as if one person is full and the whole family is not hungry.

"Horse, big horse."

Guichun was very excited when he saw the horses in the stable. He wiggled his little buttocks and asked Naoto to walk towards the stable. Before he walked in, a bad smell came out and Guichun felt disgusted and wanted to leave. The horse in the stable was panting and puffing.

, Guichun, who was itching to watch, still couldn't resist the temptation of the horse.

"You can't ride a horse. If you want to ride, ride Naoto-nii." Even though his ears were pinched and hurt, Naoto laughed it off. Life here is much better than life in Amegakure Village, and Naoto always has a smile on his face.

Can't wipe it off.

"Naoto-nii, just touch him, just a little bit." Takashi begged, holding Naoto's head.

Naoto, who was really helpless against this little guy, put down Takasumi and carried him towards the stable. The smell of feces in the air was really unpleasant. A groom came over carrying a shovel and a bamboo basket, and saw Naoto and Takasumi's frown.

Laughing loudly.

The groom struggled to scoop up the horse manure and poured it into the bamboo basket and said with a smile: "Be careful, it will be very uncomfortable if you get it on your body."

"Thanks for the reminder, can I touch it?" Naoto asked.

"Well, little brother, you have to pay attention to your safety. Even though he is a rogue, he also has a bad temper. Be careful with the children."

"knew."

Naoto carried Takasumi towards the stable. The young and ignorant Takasumi stretched out his fleshy little hands and gently touched the horse's long face. Suddenly the horse sneezed, and Takasumi shrank back and hugged Naoto.

He refused to let go of his neck and looked very frightened.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Look, Takasumi." Naoto gently stretched out his hand to caress the horse.

Seeing this, Takasumi became eager to try again and stretched out his hand to pet the horse. This time he was much more courageous. Takasumi pinched the horse's tiny ears and laughed. He looked back at Naoto and wanted to show how brave he was.

Naoto focused his attention on the groom who was shoveling horse manure: "Old man, these horse manure really stink."

"But it's also very useful. These are natural horse manure, not adulterated."

Naoto asked unexpectedly: "Is there any fake horse dung?"

"Of course." The groom said proudly, holding a shovel in his hand: "Horse manure can be used as a good fuel after drying. In the land of grass, many horse herders will mix mud and straw into the horse manure. Such horse manure will not ignite, even if it is ignited.

There was a lot of smoke after that. This is pure natural horse manure, unadulterated, and rarely seen in other places."

Horse manure can be adulterated, Naoto really learned a lot. He took a deep breath and savored the unadulterated and warm horse manure smell. Naoto sighed that this was purely natural and not adulterated.

"Is this old man from the Land of Grass?"

The groom nodded sadly: "Yes! Alas! The country of grass is not peaceful now... Alas..."

The groom sighed three times and did not finish answering Naoto's questions, but continued to work hard to shovel the horse manure and pour it into the bamboo basket. Satisfied with touching the horse, Takasumi couldn't bear the smell, so he wrapped his arms around Naoto's neck and wanted to leave.

Holding Takashi in his arms, Naoto wandered aimlessly. Several more carriages drove up on the muddy road. They seemed to be caravans. Under the pressure of the war, the market became abnormally prosperous. Naoto bet that these carriages were loaded with cargo.

They are all war materials, ninja tools, weapons, medical supplies and so on.

Takashi lay on Naoto's chest and timidly stared at the carriage passing by. This world was too unfamiliar to him. He only knew that carriages were dangerous tools and horses were very cute animals.

The market is not big, so I walked down the street and accidentally walked to the lumber shop. The shop had been closed for a long time, and moss had grown on the steps. I still remember that this place used to be an underground black market trading point, and what was the name of that weird and stingy old man?

With?

No matter what! Naoto has forgotten it, who still remembers it after so many years.

"Naoto-nii, look there's someone flying above!" Takashi pointed at the ninja running on the roof and shouted excitedly.

"where?"

Naoto looked in the direction of Takasumi's finger, and saw several unknown ninjas jumping on the roof. After a while, a bright light flashed, and an explosion sounded. Naoto hurriedly covered Takasumi's ears, and a corpse fell and hit the muddy water.

.

He stretched out his hand to cover Guichun's face on his chest, Naoto looked ugly and said, "Don't look at it, kid. Brother, I will take you home."

Holding Takashi in his arms, Naoto walked quickly forgetting the bakery. Fortunately, the market was not big and Naoto didn't walk too far. The bakery was on the next street. When he turned around, Mikako covered the scars on her face with a gauze scarf.

, looking around in panic.

"Madam, here."

Seeing Takasumi, Mikako trotted over with a sigh of relief, and then took the child from Naoto's arms. She seemed to feel something. Takasumi, who didn't know why, saw her mother open her arms, lying in her arms and telling her about touching the horse just now.

Things are so naive that you don’t understand caring.

Naoto pinched Takasumi's little nose, and said to Mikako in a kind tone: "Madam, please look after Takasumi, I am here, no problem."

"Naoto-nii, where are you going?" Takasumi asked innocently.

"I won't go far. Let's see if there is a place selling three-color dumplings nearby. Would you like it, Guichun?"

"want!"

Naoto smiled slightly: "Then Naoto-nii, go and look around. Takashi must listen to mother and don't run around."

"Yeah! I will definitely be obedient. Naoto-nii will bring me dumplings to eat."

"A snack foodie." Naoto told Mikako: "Close the door after you get home. I have some things under the tiles on the left side of the roof. You should know how to use them, right?"

Mikako lowered her head in silence, then raised her head to look at Naoto, holding Takashi tightly with both hands. A mother who had been grieving for a long time would dare to do anything for her children.

Watching Mikako and Takasumi leave and enter the bakery, the joyful voice of the bakery owner can still be heard in the ears. He stood at the door of the bakery and waved to Naoto to come in and escape. Naoto smiled and shook his head, then turned his back to the bakery.

Boss, pull out your long knife and walk around the corner.

Outside the bakery, Mikako held her son in one hand and pulled her husband with the other hand to let him go into the house to hide. Her throat, burned by the poisonous mist, made an unpleasant whimpering sound. The silk scarf used to cover the scars on her face fell down amidst the pulling sound.

, the sound of explosions came one after another.

Putting her son into her husband's arms, Mikako stepped on the wall and jumped to the roof while the father and son watched. According to Naoto's words, she found a small ninja bag under the tiles on the left side of the roof.

Taking out the ninja bag, Mikako jumped down and hugged Takashi, and then used her husband's irresistible strength to pull him into the house. She quickly closed the door and opened the ninja bag. There were several shurikens in the small ninja bag.

Along with a kunai and several smoke bombs, she held the kunai in her hand and Mixiangzi smiled at her husband and son.