Infinite Tsukuyomi

"Okay." The woman put down the milk in her hand.

She opened the fridge and took out a freshly chilled mutton soup. "There's half a pond and full sugar honey beans.

Which one would you like? "

"Full sugar." The curly-haired customer thought for a while.

"Can you add more icing?"

"… Please enjoy."

The corners of Banzi's eyes twitched. Her fair, slender hands carried a stack of mutton soup that no longer resembled mutton soup and placed it in front of the customer.

Banzi returned to her seat and plopped down on the flower-stone table. The cold sensation passed through her kimono to her arms.

It was so comfortable that she wanted to moan.

She had moved to Konoha Village four years ago. Because she was an ordinary person and didn't know the temperament of a married woman,

She was asked to work in the nursery to look after the children of her parents who were out of work.

After a few years, she had saved up some money.

She added some of her belongings from her hometown.

She bought a house at the end of Mincha Street and opened a dessert shop.

Konoha Village wasn't very big. Most of the population was made up of ninjas.

However, in daily life, Banzi didn't feel the estrangement between ninjas and commoners.

She flipped over and looked at the signboard hanging on the wall. If only she knew how to use water. Even indoors … it was still very hot!

"Boss?" The black-haired customer smiled and poked Banzi's head.

"Boss paid."

"Oh, 230."

230 RMB. "Ban Zi straightened up and glanced at the clean dishes on the table.

“.....”

The customer took out a coin.

He placed it on the counter.

He pointed at the pink dough on the counter behind Banzi. "Boss Banzi, are you making sweet meatballs?"

"Yes."

"Can you leave some for me tonight? A junior likes them a lot."

Banzi didn't intend to sell them. After some thought, she decided to make some for her neighbors and let Naruto bring the rest to school.

"Okay." The woman smiled and brushed the loose hair in front of her forehead. "Only you would come on such a hot day."

"Hahaha, I was just passing by. Goodbye, Boss."

After collecting the money, Banzi smiled and said goodbye to Shisui.

It was two o 'clock in the afternoon, and Naruto's school ended at 4: 30. It was a total of two and a half hours.

It was better to sleep. The Banzi hung up a sign saying that it was temporarily closed and walked into the backyard.

— — —

"Ouch …" Banzi covered her nose and bowed in front of the table. Her nose was so sore that tears almost came out of her eyes.

After lying down for a while, Banzi made sure that she didn't have any embarrassing status buffs like nosebleeds before she straightened her back. It seemed that she had fallen asleep in this Dream World yesterday when she was going through documents … Was that why she knocked her nose when she woke up?

The one in front of him was the same one he had last night when he returned to his own world …

F * ck!

Banzi was expressionless as he continued to write.

Why was he still working when he was dreaming? This was just like when he dreamt of killing people on the battlefield when he was young. Furthermore, this f * cking dream had been running for a whole ten years!

Uh … To be clear, every day after she fell asleep, she would wake up in this world. It was even more punctual than her period.

Banzi raised her head and looked at the ceiling quietly. Reading documents for a long time with her head down made the back of her neck slightly sore.

There was no Konoha village in this world, including the Sand Hidden Village and other famous ninja villages. The five major countries and some small affiliated countries still existed. The geography, culture, and climate were very similar to his own world. Several famous families were also often heard of. For example, Banzi was the current head of the Uchiha family, Uchiha Macula.

A man with a counting stick.

When he was a child, Madara believed that everything here was made up by his own imagination. Maybe she has a personality that wants to conquer the world, and because she can't stand the fact that she can only make desserts in reality, so she fantasizes in her dreams.

But the longer he stayed in this world, the more he experienced, and some things were already known in his heart.

In the early years, he had an elder brother and two younger brothers. The three children didn't live past the age of ten and died on the battlefield.

The major countries were constantly at war with each other, and the Daimyo hired ninjas from different factions to fight against each other.

Ninjas became the transfer product of this war, and the army was equivalent to a small group of ninjas. To avoid the erosion of power in the hands of the Daimyo to the greatest extent.

The Daimyo gave the ninja family materials, and the ninja family sacrificed their loyalty and life for the Daimyo.

The war brought a stage of Ninjutsu, and a variety of rare Kekkei Genkai left traces on the battlefield. It can be said that this was a period of rapid development of ninja quality.

However, people of different races would kill each other, and people of the same race would split up and kill each other. In the end, people of different races and countries would fight each other for unknown reasons. It had become a game of numbers.

I want to change this deformed world!

Then Madara, who had the soul of a chuunibyou, met a boy named "Hashirama" during that time.

The two of them hit it off with the same idea and began a friendship that lasted until now.

He had friends, cheats, and a group of people who believed in him. Gradually, the tension between the two clans eased a lot under his and Hashirama's efforts. As for the remaining ninjas in the Land of Fire, how could the Gundam Rider lose?

Madara took a sip of the hot tea on the table. It was sweet.

It's terrible …

When he was almost done, the moon outside the house was already half full. He looked down and checked if there was anything else to note in the document, and then asked Izumi Na's opinion.

Madara blew out the candle and walked out of the study, and Anbu, who was waiting at the door, took the scroll.

"Put it in the clan meeting room."

In the dim moonlight, only the man's white chin could be seen, and his lips were slightly pursed, showing a cold thin line.

"Yes."

That Daimyo … That Daimyo is getting more and more unfathomable.

Anbu lowered his eyelids, and his pupils were full of reverence.

The senior members of the clan watched Madara grow from a young boy to a calm and reliable patriarch. At the beginning, almost all the elders thought that Uchiha Macula's character could lead the Uchiha to expand their territory, but he couldn't lead the Uchiha who needed to recuperate.

However, after Uchiha Macula took over the position of patriarch, he changed his previous radical style and shrank the clan territory to avoid direct conflicts with other ninjas. The number of the new generation of the clan that survived in recent years can be said to be unprecedented.

However, Uchiha's avoidance of war inevitably caused a group of people who were eyeing the Sharingan covetously. Uchiha Macula forbade the clan to fight a war of attrition on the battlefield. Instead, he and his younger brother used Susanoo to fight two against one hundred.

Such a patriarch, like a patron saint, stood in front of the clan and cut through the thorns.

Madara waved away Anbu and slowly walked back to the dormitory. The Uchiha clan had a kind of silent beauty. The silver moonlight sprinkled on the man's shoulders, and the faint color of the black sleeves was softer than the moonlight.

Madara walked unconsciously. It's not good to always stay up so late. Recently, he has double vision. Should I make some eye drops tomorrow?

I don't think it's right to buy eye drops. Or should I take a hot towel to put on my eyes?

Speaking of which, are there any glasses in this era?

The Anbu who guarded the patriarch in the dark bowed his head and retreated to the door.

The man with deep eyebrows and cold expression walked into the room, and his figure melted in the darkness.

"I'm also very handsome today."

Madara thought with his eyes closed.

"… Please enjoy."

Banzi's eyes twitched, and her white and slender hands held a stack of dishes that were no longer recognizable as mutton soup and put them in front of the guest.

Banzi returned to her seat and lay on the table made of stone. The cold touch passed through her kimono to her arms, and she felt so comfortable that she wanted to moan.

She moved to Konoha village four years ago. Because she was an ordinary person and didn't know the temperament of a wife, she was asked to work in the nursery and take care of the children of her parents who were on duty.

After a few years, she saved some savings, and with some things she brought from her hometown, she bought a house at the end of Tea Street and opened a dessert shop.

Konoha village was not very big, and most of the population was composed of ninjas, but in her daily life, Banzi didn't feel the estrangement between ninjas and civilians.

She turned over and looked at the board hanging on the wall. If only she could use water, even indoors … it was still very hot!

"Boss?" The black-haired guest smiled and poked Banzi's head. "The boss paid."

"Oh, 230 yuan."

Banzi straightened up and glanced at the clean dishes on the table. "…"

The guest took out a coin, put it on the table, and pointed to the pink dough on the table behind Banzi. "Boss Banzi, are you making sweet balls?"

"Yes."

"Can you leave some for me tonight? A junior likes it very much."

Originally, these were not intended to be sold, but Banzi thought about it and decided to make more for the neighbors, and let Naruto take the rest to school.

"Well, okay." The woman smiled and combed the hair on her forehead. "Only you would come on such a hot day."

"Hahaha, I just happened to pass by here. Goodbye, boss."

After collecting the money, Banzi smiled and said goodbye to Shisui.

It was two o 'clock in the afternoon, and Naruto's school time was 4: 30. A total of two and a half hours.

It was better to sleep. Banzi put up a temporary closed sign and went into the backyard.

— — —

"Ouch …" Banzi covered her nose and bent over in front of the table. Her nose was so sore that tears almost came out.