Naruto training king

Eggs and milk, is this Temari's breakfast?

Hinata Kiyomi glanced up and saw that the hands of the clock on the wall were pointing at three o'clock in the afternoon, and then walked into the kitchen with an empty plate and cup.

Temari's kitchen is an open kitchen. As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she could see Kiyomi busying herself.

Looking from her angle, she happened to be able to see the outline of Qingmi's profile, his Adam's apple, and his serious eyes...

The heavy rain was beating against the window outside, but the crackling sound seemed to ring in her heart. Temari felt like she was being tortured.

She reached out and pinched the inside of her forearm. Her fair skin suddenly turned red, and then gradually disappeared after a while, as if there was just a trace of blood.

Then Temari composed herself, put one hand on her hip, and asked in a cold voice: "Qingmi, what are you doing?"

"Cooking." He replied concisely.

"I'm not hungry, I don't need you..."

"I'm hungry."

There was a tone of refusal in Kiyomi's voice. He was rarely this tough, but Temari was quite good at it.

"Okay then." She reached out and brushed her hair, and responded casually as if she wasn't willing to be outdone.

Then he walked to the chair in the living room and sat down, raising one leg. The water droplets on the toes slid down the skin of the soles of the feet under the action of gravity, leaving wet traces.

She stared at the rain outside the window in a daze. The sound of "sizzling" coming from the oil pan came to her ears, and a trace of expectation appeared inexplicably in her heart.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the strong wind came in through the windows and filled the whole house.

Temari looked back and saw that Kiyomi had a shovel in one hand and a shovel in the other. The strong wind hit him in the face, making his eyes half-closed.

Temari frowned in disgust, why didn't she close the window in the morning?

She lowered her crossed legs and stepped on the cold floor with her bare feet. First, he went to the bathroom to close the window that was being blown back and forth, then closed the doors of each room, and finally closed the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

The whistling wind was immediately blocked out. Qingmi opened his eyes wide and blinked at her.

"Thanks."

Temari sat back on the chair and returned to her previous appearance: "I just feel a little cold. Why are you being so sentimental?"

"If you feel cold, why don't you put on your shoes? Are you rewarding me by being barefoot like this?"

Hearing this, Temari's cheeks suddenly turned red, as if she was angry and said, "Pervert!"

She quickly put down her legs and bent down to find the slippers she had thrown aside in the morning.

At this moment, Qingmi suddenly appeared next to her, holding the prepared food in his left hand and passing some clean toilet paper in his right hand.

"Just wipe it, it won't be good if your shoes get wet."

"Ah!"

Temari snatched the paper from his hand, wiped it haphazardly twice, and then threw the toilet paper into the trash can.

Before she could put her feet into the slippers, Qingsi handed over two more pieces of paper.

"What are you doing?"

"Wipe clean, especially between the toes." He said with a straight face and a hard voice, sounding like he was preaching to a disobedient child.

He obviously looks smaller than Temari, but this scene is really full of contrast.

Then Qingmi turned back to the kitchen, squatted down and rummaged through the tableware in the cabinet.

After watching his figure disappear behind the cabinet, Temari raised one foot and wiped it carefully with toilet paper.

Because I ran around the room without wearing shoes just now, the soles of my feet became red and the lines on my skin were particularly prominent.

Doesn’t it look ugly?

Temari was thinking randomly and glanced towards the kitchen. When she saw him standing up from behind the counter, she quickly stuffed her feet into her slippers and sat upright.

The food on the table exuded a tempting aroma. She sniffed subconsciously, and her hungry stomach suddenly reacted.

Gu~

Kiyomi rinsed the tableware with water and placed a pair of chopsticks in front of Temari: "Eat."

She was stunned for a moment, then picked up the chopsticks. Her legs under the table seemed to have nowhere to rest, and she couldn't place them properly.

The rain was still falling outside the window, and neither of them said anything until the meal was finished.

Qingmi was waiting for Temari to take the initiative to bring up the knot in her heart, but Temari seemed to have forgotten what happened last night. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, covering the cold soles of my feet with my hands, staring out the window in a daze, not knowing what I was thinking.

Don't you know how to speak?

At this moment, Temari suddenly turned around and looked at him: "What does that gesture mean?"

"What gesture?"

She took her right hand away from her foot, stretched out her little finger and said, "This."

Qingmi stretched out his right hand and hooked her fingers: "Pull the hook."

"It is said that this is the earliest promise in the world. What is agreed upon by the hook must be fulfilled."

Temari raised the corners of her mouth slightly and turned her face away as if she was angry: "Childish, at first glance, it seems that only children can say such things."

Although she said so, her hand did not loosen, but instead tightened it a little tighter.

Feeling the force coming from his fingertips, Qingmi couldn't help but laugh: "Isn't a child's promise the most sincere thing in the world?"

"Why?"

"Because children never consider interests and only respect their own preferences."

Temari was stunned for a moment, her eyes fell on the hands hooked together, and she suddenly felt heavy.

"...To put it this way, it seems that your principles of doing things are similar to those of a child."

She has always been a relatively rational person. After all, she grew up in such an environment and has to understand what it means to be sensible as long as she can remember.

In fact, Temari has always been a little envious of Kiyomi. He is obviously a caged bird like herself, but why does he live so easily and casually?

"Hahaha."

Hearing Temari's words, he laughed out loud and loosened his intertwined fingers.

"People live in the world with various identities and are limited to various frameworks."

Qingsi leaned on the sofa and looked up out of the window, looking at the rain and the wind.

"After being in a cage for a long time, you always have to be willful once to know what you are really like."

Willful?

Temari murmured in her heart.

Rasa wanted to kill Gaara six times, and Gaara wanted to kill Kankuro countless times, so much so that Kankuro felt like vomiting when he saw Gaara for a while.

She has been limited to the identity of "sister", and was later sent to Konoha as a "proton".

No one has ever said to her: In fact, you can also be willful.

But...do I really have the right to be willful?

She looked into the trash basket. In addition to the toilet paper she just threw in, there was also a bag of peeled chestnut shells.

"I'm so envious."

"What are you envious of?" Qingmi asked.

Temari shook her head, then looked into his eyes and asked, "Qingmi, are you willing to believe me?"

"certainly."

"Then I'll just do whatever I want."

A bright smile appeared on her face, and the knot in her heart seemed to be lifted, and she became a lively girl again.

Temari held out her right little finger: "Let's pull the hook."

"Okay, hook up." Qingsi hooked her finger and recited a mysterious spell.

"Hang yourself on a hook and you won't be allowed to change for a hundred years!"

Temari spread her legs that were sitting cross-legged and stuffed her two pink feet into his arms.

Qingsi was stunned for a moment, subconsciously stretched out his hand to pinch it, and asked hurriedly: "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you looking up all the time?"

The corners of Temari's mouth raised, and the smile on her face was very bold: "What? You have a lustful heart but not a lustful courage?"

"Tch! Can I still suffer a loss?"

Qingsi curled his lips and put these delicate jade feet into his arms generously.

Maybe it was because I had just covered it for a while, but the whole foot looked pink and tender. The arch of the foot was in perfect shape, and the ten toes were slender and well-proportioned, white, tender and flexible.

As soon as you use it, you can feel a cool feeling, as if you have put marshmallows in the refrigerator.

Although he didn't know why Temari suddenly rewarded him, he would be a bastard if he didn't take advantage of her.

Besides... whether there are two or three, there is no difference compared to "only one".

It's okay to be flirtatious, but you can't be without responsibility.

As for the "willful act" Temari said, it was definitely not as simple as letting Kiyomi take advantage, but no matter what she planned to do, it would be just like Kiyomi had just promised.

Just believe it.

On the other side of the sofa, Temari stretched out her legs and let him play with them in his hands.

No one had ever touched a place like this before. She bit her lower lip tightly and her cheeks turned red.

If I had known...I wouldn't have rewarded him. It would have been torture for me.

Her eyes fell on the pile of chestnut shells, and the shame in her heart became much lighter. After all, once she starts doing that, she won't have this chance again.

Qingsi, I hope you won’t cry too ugly at my funeral.

No, can this guy cry?

I don't think I've ever seen it.

Ah!

etc!

The strange feeling coming from her toes interrupted her thoughts. Temari stepped on it subconsciously, and then retracted her feet as if she was electrocuted.

"You pervert!"

She roared angrily, and even the thunder outside the window was covered up by her voice.

Qingmi shrugged innocently and spread his hands: "Wenxiang Nephrite is in my arms. As a normal person, isn't it normal to have such a reaction?"

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Temari didn't want to listen to his excuses, so she picked up the pillow next to her and smashed it.

Qingmi didn't dodge, letting the pillow hit him directly in the face. He could still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal.

Since that day, Temari seemed to be a lot busier, but she didn't know what she was busy with.

Kurama Yakumo occasionally comes to play with him, and Izumi is back, but Kiyomi's focus is still on the work in the hospital.

As his skills became more sophisticated, the surgeries requiring him to perform became more and more difficult.

Trauma, internal injuries, nervous system, even brain...

What he didn't expect was that Kabuto Yakushi's talent in medical ninjutsu was unexpectedly high. At least Kiyomi thought he couldn't match him in this aspect.

Every Tuesday, Kabuto Yakushi would get off work early and go to the orphanage to help, and today was no exception.

He took off his white coat, arranged the things on the desktop, and then took out a notebook and placed it in front of him.

Qingsi was stunned for a moment and asked: "What is this?"

"This is basic research information about the human brain. I saw that you seemed to be very interested in this aspect, so I sorted it out a little bit."

Hearing this, Kiyomi immediately opened the book and looked at it, and immediately saw the eye-catching title - "Research Report on Sharingan Transplantation".

"The basic purpose of studying the human brain and optic nerve is to serve the Sharingan, so we cannot avoid these things."

"Don't worry, Danzo won't come to you even if he knows about this, as long as you don't reveal it. You should know more about political things than I do."

Yakushi Kabuto explained that he knew that Kiyomi was a disciple of the Hokage and that he was not the kind of innocent child who knew nothing about darkness, so he took out this thing.

"Thank you!" Qingmi stood up and bowed slightly.

"That's all I can offer. As for White Eyes and Caged Bird, I can't do anything. I'm sorry."

Kiyomi shook his head and closed his notebook: "Kabuto-senpai, why did you say sorry? I was obviously the one who received the help."

"Oh, this little help is nothing. If there is a chance in the future..."

There was a faint smile on his face, but it looked a little forced, and he only spoke half of the words in his mouth. I don't know what he wanted to express later.

Kiyomi didn't think much about it: "Don't say that, Kabuto-senpai has done me a great favor. I'll treat the children in the orphanage to a meal some other time."

"You've done enough to the courtyard, and..."

After saying that, Kabuto paused and raised his hand to adjust his round glasses: "I'm just fulfilling the promise I made five years ago."

After saying this, he turned and left the office, helping to close the door before leaving.

"The promise you made five years ago?"

What promise?

Qingsi was stunned for a moment and quickly searched for his previous memories.

It seemed that five years ago, he had only met and exchanged a few words with Kabuto Yakushi at the Sandaime's funeral.

[When I graduate from the ninja school, I will probably go to work at Konoha Hospital. When the time comes, Kabuto-senpai remember to take good care of me. 】

Qingmi looked at the notebook in his hand, his pupils slightly dilated: "No, brother, I just said casually, you really protect me!"

Suddenly, I felt that the notebook in my hand was getting a little hot. Although human experiments and human dissections were unethical, especially letting the roots do the work.

This small notebook had countless lives filled in by Genbe and Orochimaru.

As a modern person, Qingsi is not that pedantic. Just one code after another, his inner moral sense will still be slightly hot.

He put the notebook on the table, closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands and bowed.

"Lord of Hell, bull-headed horse-faced, Lord Judge... I beg you to have a lot of them and give them a good pregnancy in the next life."

After paying homage, Qingsi suddenly felt much more relaxed when he picked up the notebook again, and started flipping through it happily.

Sure enough, gods must be useful to be called gods.

Otherwise, why would I worship him?

——

The mountain behind Konoha Village.

Temari has lived in Konoha for so many years, and she also knows where there are no ANBU on duty.

She walked alone in this forest, and the harsh chirping of cicadas came from time to time in her ears. Soon she found the secret code universal to Sunagakure Village.

After a brief glance, he deciphered the coded message: "Huh, luckily I haven't forgotten it yet."

Temari raised her foot and stepped on the code, erased it with a little force, then turned around to confirm the direction, and continued walking deeper into the forest.

Not long after, she saw the target of her trip, a strange man disguised as someone from the Fire Nation. He was not the two people at the chestnut shop yesterday.

That's right, those two people have been lurking in Konoha for so many years, and there is a high probability that they will be watched by ANBU.

"Your Highness Temari, I am Feng, and this is a token."

The visitor knelt down on one knee, showed great respect to Temari, and handed a letter with both hands.

Temari did not act immediately, but waited for a while before taking the letter and reading it.

There was a sentence written in the letter, which was what Luo Sha had told her before she left Sunagakure. But... looking at the word "daughter" on the letter, Temari suddenly wanted to laugh.

She crumpled the letter into a ball: "What do you want to do, father?"

"Master Kazekage wants information about Konoha, preferably information about the defense of Konoha Village."

"The defense information of Konoha Village?" Temari frowned slightly, "What does he want to do?"

The man lowered his head slightly: "Your Highness Temari, ninjas only need to carry out orders and don't need to interfere too much."

"What? Luo Sha doesn't even trust me, my daughter?"

Temari smiled mockingly and turned to leave: "If you don't trust me, why come to me for information?"

The man suddenly became anxious. In Konoha, it is not easy to find an opportunity to talk like this!

"Your Highness Temari! It's not that I don't tell you, but I don't know."

Hearing this, Temari paused and stopped with her back to him.

The man quickly continued: "The order I received was just to sneak into Konoha and convey the Kazekage-sama's orders to you."

"Okay, you don't need to tell me to know what he wants to do." Temari put her hands on her hips and sighed.

"It's nothing more than planning to start another war. I'm just wondering how he plans to defeat Konoha from within."

The man lowered his head: "I don't know what Mr. Kazekage's considerations are."

"Consider... ha!"

Temari sneered and looked back at him: "We lost the last battle. We can only sacrifice Sunagakure's interests in exchange for Konoha's protection in order to suppress the ambitions of the other three great powers."

"Go back and ask Luo Sha for me, what will he do if he loses this time too?"

Five years ago, Konoha Village itself was already in a precarious situation, so it simply accepted the surrender of Sunagakure Village.

But after five years of development, she didn't know what Sunagakure Village had become, but Temari could see the power of Konoha.

And if Rasa wants to launch a surprise attack from within Konoha Village, then he will definitely do it himself. After all, someone has to deal with the Hokage.

But if Rasa dies in Konoha, then the leaderless Wind Country will be immediately divided among the other four countries.

No matter who it is, no matter what kind of grievances there are between them, they will work together to help the Kingdom of Wind complete its final journey.

After all, the Country of Wind is her hometown. Temari doesn't want to see such a thing happen, nor does she want to see Konoha, where she has lived for five years, be baptized by the flames of war.

Temari glanced down. The forehead protector hanging around her neck was the symbol of Konoha, and behind her stood the ANBU of Sunagakure.

Who am I?

There is another update in the evening, also 5k.

After lying down for half a month, I had enough rest and started to work every day!

Asking for a monthly ticket!