Infinite Tsukuyomi

She would never allow the Uchiha under her lead to,

In the future, Uchiha, who was addicted to sweets, was no different from Hashirama.

Because of Uchiha Shisui, this negative example, the clan leader hesitated and doubted countless times,

It could always reignite her fighting spirit several times.

Banzi led the black-haired curly hair into the shop. The small courtyard was quiet, and there were only a few cicadas along the way.

"Where's Kashiwa Moritte senior?" Shisui asked curiously.

On the way back, Banzi met two ninjas looking for Kashiwa Moritte,

The ninjas left after handing over the scroll. After moving the goods home,

Kashiwa Moritte hurriedly left. Perhaps it was a mission or something.

Banzi was not interested in this,

"He went out to do something."

Shisui sighed, "I see."

It was rare to lure a junior to visit the legendary first generation leader, but he was not here.

Shisui followed Banzi lazily,

Sure enough, he saw Itachi waiting obediently in the shop. The thirteen-year-old ninja had black hair and black eyes. He had a straight face,

He was sitting upright in his seat.

"So I waited for a long time and saw that you were not here, so I went to the back to look for you." Shisui explained the cause and effect.

The truth was not like this. Shisui senior asked him to wait in the shop,

Then he immediately slipped away to climb the wall,

Looking at the way he climbed the wall,

He seemed to be a habitual offender,

Because the desserts that senior brought every time were very good,

Itachi was sensible and remained silent.

Speaking of which, she was working in the backyard just now,

She might not have heard it.

Banzi turned her face away,

She noticed a small Uchiha on the seat. His skin was white and his eyes were big. His hair was tied into a small braid behind his head. Two shallow tears made him look young and mature.

"Shisui -kun, this is?"

"Oh, this is my junior, Uchiha Itachi." Shisui introduced, "Itachi, this is the boss of Banzi."

Itachi stood up and bowed to greet Uchiha seriously. Little Uchiha's demeanor greatly impressed Banzi. See, this is the image of the younger generation in her mind. He knows when to advance and when to retreat.

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi, one of them belonged to Root, while the other belonged to the Dark Section. Although they belonged to different departments, both of them had received the mission of monitoring the Inner Wheel Banzi. In Itachi's opinion, the so-called monitoring mission was to hide in the dark and observe the other party.

Just like what he had done a few days ago, he didn't want to report to his superiors.

"Boss, boss, is there any red bean soup today?"

Indeed, it could be said that they were carrying out a mission, but this was too open and aboveboard. Ninjas shouldn't be hiding their tracks and traces. What was with this old man's appearance!?

Banzi rummaged through the small freezer, "There are still some left. What do you want to eat, Itachi?"

Shisui leaned on the wooden table and rubbed Itachi's soft hair, "The meatballs I brought you before were all made by the boss. They were very good, right? Do you want some?"

So the meatballs before were all made by this woman?

Itachi narrowed his eyes and thought. He hesitated shamefully. He really wanted to leave now to do the mission, but if he went back, he would definitely be stopped by Shisui senior. Since he had promised senior to come out, he couldn't break the promise. He would just follow Shisui senior here. By the way, he didn't particularly want to eat meatballs, nor did he decide to stay because he heard there were meatballs.

The Uchiha with short black hair didn't sit properly, while the long, straight black hair was reserved. She immediately judged the two Uchiha in her mind. Banzi was even more satisfied. As expected, only the long, straight black hair was a qualified Uchiha.

The red bean soup was kept at room temperature, and the stored raw meatballs could be eaten after they were cooked. It was a very simple dish. The plain desserts were placed on a wooden plate, and according to the customer's preferences, bits and pieces of supplementary ingredients were added. Banzi didn't know Itachi's taste, so she simply served a small portion of matcha, soybeans, and powdered sugar.

Little Uchiha's cheeks puffed up as he ate the meatballs seriously. If you ignored the bitter-sweet powdered sugar in Uchiha Shisui's plate, his eating manners could be considered refined and polite.

"Boss, I remember when you first came to Konoha, you were a teacher." Shisui rested his cheek on his hand and recalled, "Why did you open a shop later?"

"If I open a shop, I have more time. I can't stand working from five to nine."

Banzi pursed her lips. She was already so busy over there. If she still worked here, it would be no different from Tobirama Sentete.

"Boss, have you opened a shop before? Your cooking is really good."

In fact, it wasn't just desserts. Occasionally, when they had the opportunity to freeload dinner, Shisui found that Banzi was proficient in almost everything.

"Maybe?"

Banzi said uncertainly. Before she came to Konoha, she had been traveling to various countries as a traveler. Opening a shop was also a sudden interest, but she vaguely felt that she had done this before.

After eating and drinking to their heart's content.

Shisui remembered the purpose of looking for the boss today. He took out a handful of strange-looking kunai covered with strange symbols and handed it to Banzi.

The kunai was wrapped in talisman paper from head to toe. The edges of the paper were yellowed, indicating that it had been there for a long time.

"What is this?"

Shisui smiled and didn't explain, "Boss, please keep it with you. I can't tell you the reason, but with this, it will be better for you."

Banzi frowned, "How do I use this?"

Shisui pinched a corner of the talisman paper and gestured, "Tear off all the talismans on it and hold the kunai tightly."

Banzi was silent for a long time. In her heart, she understood that it was probably because of Naruto.

The details were not difficult to find. Banzi was a civilian, so her knowledge was limited. However, after adopting Naruto, she could still recognize the presence of ninjas around her. The target could not be herself, so it could only be Naruto. This kind of surveillance was actually a kind of protection. As long as the ninjas in the dark hid their presence and did not disturb her normal life, Banzi almost didn't care.

She had a clean record, and those ninjas wouldn't pry too much into her privacy. She would just treat it as a cheap guard at home. That was what Madara always thought until she met Uchiha Shisui, a talent who stole her desserts while working.

After the battle, the Anbu in an orderly manner finished the clean-up work. Sandaime saw that he was distracted and asked him to go back to rest. When he came back to his senses, he had already returned to Banzi's shop. Banzi … No, Madara left him a key.

The room was dark, without the dim and reassuring light of the past, but he knew the location of every item.

On the small blackboard hanging on the refrigerator door, he wrote down the recipes that he would decide on tomorrow. Notes were randomly placed in the notebook, which was the inspiration for his novel. The washed clothes were always neatly stacked in the storage cabinet. From top to bottom, there was the scent of incense, platycodon, and orange.

Everything was so ordinary. The toothbrush cup handle was always to the left. There were a few more wind chimes under the eaves. He didn't know when the house gradually got a razor, a large apron, and a few small cabinets for storing scrolls.

Ah!

Hashirama lowered his eyes and remembered the first time he and Madara met. At that time, he didn't know the identity of the other party. He just saw the figure sulking and throwing stones by the river. He couldn't help but come forward to talk to him.

This inexplicable attraction, Hashirama could never figure it out.

If it continued, he thought that he and Madara would be friends for life. They had the same goals, the same values, and could trust each other without reservation. What could be more inseparable than a close friend in the world?

And it turned out that there was.

Hashirama unconsciously scratched the entire wall with his right hand, letting his heart collapse.

No matter what the relationship was, he never thought of the option of "partner" from the beginning to the end!

There were no synonyms for it!

So when he saw his friend appear in this world, his friend naturally admitted his identity in front of Gen Shinobu, and his friend skillfully picked up Naruto … He completely began to doubt his life.

Some people were alive, but he was dead.

In particular, Hashirama's remaining brain cells remembered that he seemed to have, probably, confessed to his good brother, and kissed him twice.

Confess, at most paralyzed.

Hashirama walked into the ward. He decided that no matter what, he must make it clear to Madara. As long as his attitude was sincere and he pretended to be pitiful, he believed that he wouldn't die too miserably when he went back.

Hashirama knocked on the door and found that the door was actually half closed. He lowered his voice and poked his head in.

"Kashiwa?"

Banzi closed the novel, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly. Was this person a child? He was already so old, and yet he was still doing such childish actions.

The man shrunk his neck angrily, his body stiff, and slowly walked over.

"… Boss."

Hashirama sat on the edge of the bed, his head lowered, staring at the floor as if he wanted to burn a hole in it.

Banzi helplessly placed her palm on Hashirama's forehead. "You're not sick. What's wrong? Why are you so tired?"

"…!!" Hashirama's whole body trembled as he held her slender hand and suddenly stood up from his seat.

"What's wrong?"

"There's something I want to tell you."

Banzi raised her eyebrows and looked at Hashirama playfully. The young ninja looked nervous, and she didn't know what he was thinking. From the moment he walked in until now, his face had been red and white. In any case, the young man's honest and naive expression was very satisfying to her.

"I …" His courage disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know what to say.

Banzi laughed at Hashirama on the spot and changed to a more comfortable position. "Thank you."

"Huh?"

Pointing to her body, Banzi said: "Your medical ninjutsu is very good, and you're recovering well."

"Well …" Hashirama felt that his face gradually became hot, being praised by his best friend … Anyway, he never heard it from Madara's mouth.

What will Madara do?

He should kick him over and then say that he's meddling in other people's business.

Hashirama quietly peeped at Banzi. Under the sunlight by the window, the sunset like golden powder sprinkled over her face. Her eyebrows were obedient, and even the corners of her eyes were soft. This is the warmth and quietness he has never seen in his best friend.

It seems that there's nothing wrong with this …

No!

You have to wake up, Hashirama!