The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

When Taohua broke through the roof and jumped down, she only saw the figure of the patriarch with his back to her.

The miserable wind and bitter rain poured in together, and the two people left above kept shouting what happened.

After not waiting for a response for a long time, Butterfly gritted his teeth and pushed Hirata to sit on the ridge. He closed his eyes and jumped into the hole.

Taohua caught her and put her next to her, kneeling on one knee to apologize. It's her fault, she shouldn't take any chances and leave Ji Jun alone.

"I'm sorry, Hashirama-sama. I shouldn't have gone AWOL."

Hashirama turned his back and lowered his head, a strong purple light shining under his body that was blocked.

When the light gradually faded, he said: "It's okay. Let's boil some water."

"Yes!"

Taohua stood up and left quickly, giving Butterfly a look to tell her to be more alert. Butterfly and her looked at each other, nodded calmly, took a deep breath, and walked to Ji Jun in small steps.

"Senju-sama, please hand over Ji-kun to me."

Hashirama didn't even raise his head and said calmly: "You don't seem to be panic at all?"

certainly! Before Taohua came, she was Ji Jun's personal maid. This was not the first time she had seen such a scene, but there was no need to explain it to others.

Butterfly asked again in a strong tone: "Please return Ji Jun to me! She needs to have a good rest. She will be fine after a few days of rest."

"So, this is how you treated her before?" Hashirama turned around, his eyebrows calm and expressionless. "Let her get through it alone?"

"This is Jun Ji's request!" Butterfly responded without retreating.

What does he know? How many times have you come here and you think you are someone from Ji Jun? Ji Jun's will is the most important!

Hashirama turned around, wrapped the quilt tighter, and picked him up.

"Not now."

"What are you going to do?"

Butterfly stood up and stopped in front of the door. Only when she stood up did she realize how big a mistake she had made.

The bitter wind and rain poured into the house from the holes in the roof, forcing the warm breath out.

She couldn't help but shudder, and then her whole body trembled.

Invisible pressure spread from the opposite side, forcing her to retreat.

"Get a clean room, she can't stay here."

Butterfly shuddered before realizing that he had been ordered by an outsider. But what he said makes sense, Ji Jun can't stay in a wet and cold place.

Since there is no problem with his arrangement, don't be confrontational. Ji Jun never taught her to be tough. Butterfly gritted his teeth, lowered his head and turned around to lead the way.

"Big sister!"

Hirata finally slipped down and ran up the stairs in two steps, leaving behind a series of wet footprints.

"Just go and fix the leak. When you're done, go to the kitchen and get some hot water to take a shower!"

Butterfly's tense nerves relaxed a little when his own people appeared beside him. Regardless of whether Hirata is a child or not, having companions makes him feel more confident.

She compared them carefully and finally did not choose her own room. Instead, she led people into the darkroom where they usually held secret conversations.

The secret door, which was exactly the same as the surrounding wall panels, opened quietly without a sound. Hashirama looked up curiously and vaguely recognized that some parts were somewhat similar to the small things his brother was used to playing with.

The timing wasn't right, but it was great. Izayoi also understands this, so he won’t have to worry about Tobirama not being able to get along with her in the future.

There is only one low table in the darkroom, and the rest of the room is covered with tatami mats. The footsteps of the two people did not stir up any echo inside.

Hashirama settled down lightly out of habit, but Butterfly... was just an ordinary person. The only thing that is specially treated is the soft cushion under the feet. The cushion is so soft that you can lie down and rest on it, but it also contains a secret.

He held Izayoi and looked around, feeling quite satisfied.

The entrance is hidden, the interior is quiet and sheltered from the wind, and there is an exit hidden under the tatami.

As expected of the person he likes. He is smart and alert, and knows how to protect himself.

But it wasn't enough - Hashirama laid the futon flat on the soft cushion and prepared to stand up and take off his wet coat.

The heat source around him left, and Izayoi, who was in a coma, unconsciously moved towards him, suppressing his long hair.

Hashirama half-stretched his body in a state of laughter and tears, coaxing in a low voice that he would not leave, but he needed to change clothes.

Carefully maintaining his bent posture, he took off his yellow coat. After touching it, I found that the green lining underneath was also wet at the shoulders. He simply took off his gray trousers, wiped his hair randomly, and threw it into the corner.

He lay down together with Izayoi's bedding, leaning on his side and supporting his head. He pulled the person over with his right hand and gently patted the stiff arm.

Under the gentle touch, the tightened limbs gradually relaxed a little.

In the invisible illusion, the turbulent sea gradually became calm. Wave after wave pushed against her. In a daze, Izayoi was pushed to the shore again by the waves.

A light representing human activity appeared, and Hope once again reached out to her.

The body wrapped in the quilt suddenly bounced, and Izayoi struggled to free his limbs. She gasped for air, like a drowning person who suddenly emerged from the water and breathed in the air she needed to survive.

Warm breath and arms came to her at the same time. The previously inaudible slapping sound faded into the gurgling pulsation of running water.

Izayoi was pushed into the calm harbor by the waves, like a ship docking. The gentle caress of the waves washes from your hair to your toes, making you relax.

She struggled against the drowsiness that came with fatigue, trying her best to hear whether what was hitting her ears was the tide or the wind and rain.

The rising and falling tide reveals the castaways washed ashore.

She lay on her stomach and raised her head weakly, her dim eyes reflecting the full moon after the storm.

"I was just finishing the full moon ceremony when I noticed someone on the beach. This must be the will of the gods."

The red-haired girl in white easily lifted her up and pushed her messy long hair away.

"What's your name? Where are you from? You're so pretty!"

"..."

She opened her mouth, but her hoarse vocal cords couldn't make any sound, showing a dazed expression.

"Don't remember? It's so pitiful."

The red-haired girl looked up at the full moon.

"It's past midnight, and today happens to be the most beautiful time of the month. Let me call you Izayoi."

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Izayoi stood up with difficulty and tried to open his heavy eyes. She wanted to see who it was.

The dilated pupils finally came into focus, and the waves subsided in the dim pupils, revealing a clear background.

Senju Hashirama frowned and held the person firmly in his arms. The powerful heartbeat and the illusory sound of the tide merged into one, pulling Izayoi back to the land from the bright full moon.

It seems... I have never seen... him... so serious?

Turning her heavy head away, she felt that the long hair hanging on the back of her head was pulling her down. But the arm around her waist prevented her from falling into coma easily.

Izayoi took out his arm from the solid arm with difficulty, held his temple and shook it gently.

Let her think about it, think about it, what happened?

Why is he so weak?

what happened?

Who is this person and what is his name?

Also, why is he in his room? !

"Want some water?"

Hashirama didn't rush to ask her how she felt, intuitively she needed to replenish her water now. He took off the bamboo tube from his waist and filled it with water from the spring.

The fragrance of the bamboo tube is rippled with clear water patterns. Izayoi held the water glass in both hands and his reaction was a little slow.

"You are……"

"Hashirama, Senju Hashirama. Your... friend."

"No friends!" she retorted subconsciously.

I always feel that friend is not a good word.

Hashirama blinked and suddenly laughed mischievously. "Okay, not friends."

Izayoi stared at the water glass for a long time without picking it up to drink. Her intuition told her that this scene seemed familiar.

It was unclear whether the claustrophobic interior aroused vague memories or whether the strange water bottle made people wary. Izayoi put down the water bottle and put his left hand on his right wrist. The cold and moist beads were still in place.

The rare confused expression was endearing, but the observation opportunity he had been waiting for finally came.

Hashirama's eyes moved to her hand calmly, Izayoi lowered his head and stroked the bead string. The bright red beads rotate into different aspects as you move your fingers. What I thought was the wood grain has changed. The regular circular wood grains are distorted, and the lines of varying widths seem to express some hidden meaning. Every Buddhist bead is going through reincarnation, making it impossible for people to observe carefully.

Just as Hashirama was about to get closer to find out, Izayoi's movements suddenly stopped.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes clear and questioning.

"Hashirama-kun? Why are you here?"

She is awake and the exploration must be discontinued.

Hashirama laughed heartily and apologized sheepishly: "Sorry, sorry. After receiving the letter, I rushed over without stopping. I heard that Moohua was with you, so I hurriedly came to see her to find out the situation. ”

Izayoi is still a little dizzy, but can already think independently. She slowly lowered her head and stared at the big hands holding her waist.

Hashirama smiled and took back his hands.

She looked at their knees, which were tightly touching each other.

Hashirama arched his body in grievance, hugged his legs, and huddled pitifully.

The white undershirt was too short and couldn't cover his legs. Most of the calf was exposed, and it was so hairy that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Izayoi held his forehead and felt that his mind was in a mess - doesn't this guy know how to take care of himself? The trouser legs and sleeves are so short, and the clothes are tied tightly to the body. She even bent over and hugged her! Those clothes were so tight - it was... it was so eye-catching!

"Put your clothes on!" Izayoi yelled angrily.

"But my clothes are wet!" Hashirama argued.

"As soon as I received your letter, I set off immediately, without even having time to change my clothes. It was raining so heavily outside, and there might be flash floods and mudslides, but I got through it all. You didn't even ask me if I was cold or hungry. Hungry."

He muttered softly, as if he had been wronged a lot.

"Then go to the kitchen to find something to eat! What are you doing here with me?"

"There's nothing to eat in the kitchen! Taohua went to boil water. Butterfly said the roof was soaked. If you catch a cold, you must take a hot bath. They won't care about me!"

As he spoke, Hashirama puffed up his cheeks angrily. His sad little eyes kept looking at Izayoi, as if he was complaining silently.

Izayoi closed her eyes and stood up helplessly holding his shoulders.

She lowered her head and sighed.

"I'll go to the kitchen and talk to them. I just fainted from the cold for a while, but I'm fine now. I'll give you something to eat first."

Hashirama quickly jumped up from the ground, held her hand affectionately and said, "I'll go with you!"

Izayoi directly touched his waist. The rattan whip he had used to whip people before was not on him.

She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head to check herself - she was also wearing a pure white undergarment.

Convex (fuck dish f*ck)!

"Thousand-hand pillars!"