Infinite Tsukuyomi

Banzi sat in her seat,

She drank two mouthfuls,

She stood up and asked, "Do you want me to cut some pickles?"

She preferred sweet and sour tastes,

But these two opposite her were completely salty.

"Naruto wants cherry radishes,

And soft-hearted braised eggs! "

Banzi liked to put a small amount of soba when she made pickled soft-hearted eggs,

This kind of wine was more turbid than ordinary sake, and the corresponding wheat fragrance was also stronger.

Hashirama continued, "I want a soft-hearted egg too."

Two dishes were placed on the table,

He also took out the leftover tofu skin sushi from the fridge,

The scattered plates of various sizes were added,

It immediately set off a different feeling from the monotonous rice porridge.

She woke up before she had enough sleep,

Banzi yawned as she ate the porridge mouthful by mouthful. She asked the man who was staying at her house in confusion, "Why did you think of making breakfast recently?"

Hashirama scratched his head,

He smiled innocently, "I've been seeing that you've been very sleepy recently. It just so happens that I also know how to make some simple dishes."

After saying that,

He secretly looked at the person he liked eating porridge seriously,

The woman's long hair was tied into a ponytail,

The fine hair on her forehead curled up, and her cheeks bulged as she chewed, making people think of a hamster eating.

Hashirama couldn't help but ask softly, "Is it delicious?"

Banzi's eyes sparkled. "It's delicious." It was especially suitable for her taste.

Thinking of the dog-headed advisor Mito's earnest teachings, Hashirama took advantage of the victory to pursue,

"Why don't I pick up Naruto and go home in the future,

It just so happens that my class is in the last period. "

"Eh?" Why did he suddenly mention this.

Naruto had a tacit understanding,

After all, he had received a lot of tributes from Uncle Kashiwa. At this moment, he blinked his big watery eyes and said coquettishly, "I'll come back with Uncle Kashiwa. Mom won't have to go so far!"

Is that okay?

The man revealed his extremely obedient dog eyes. "Absolutely no problem. Just treat it as a small favor for me to stay here temporarily."

Kashiwa Moritte's face was full of sunshine. For some reason, every time he showed a pitiful expression, Banzi could not bear to reject him.

However, Mr. Kashiwa would help her tidy up the shop after work every day. Banzi waved her hand and said, "Don't bother."

"Mom, just listen to Uncle." Naruto grabbed Kashiwa Moritte's clothes.

Especially when Uncle Kashiwa promised to teach him ninjutsu.

Banzi rubbed his throbbing forehead. Looking at the adult and child in front of him, he felt that something was wrong.

After sending Naruto to school, Banzi took out the list she had made a few days ago and checked the food she needed to buy one by one.

Hashirama looked over and asked in surprise, "Is this for the Moon Eclipse Festival?"

Banzi nodded.

Every mid-to-late September, before and after the Moon Eclipse Festival, the village had the custom of making Moon Eclipse Dumplings. This was the biggest festival of the entire autumn. Many residents would put on special clothes and carry the altar to the shrine to burn incense and taste the delicious food under the moonlight.

Out of respect for Banzi's culinary skills, many neighbors came to her place to order Moon Eclipse Dumplings. This was a white dumpling made of glutinous rice. It was generally tasteless. Of course, one could add red bean, matcha, soybean powder, etc.

Hashirama did not have classes in the morning anyway, so he was called over to be her coolie.

There were two or three supplementary ingredients left on the list. Hashirama held the bag with one hand and asked curiously, "Isn't this a little too much?"

Banzi bought five kilograms of glutinous rice, which was enough to feed a family of three for more than half a month.

"On the day of the Moon Eclipse Festival, not only the residents of Konoha, but also many civilians and nobles from other places will come."

Excluding the portion reserved by the guests, the remaining amount could be sold out on the day of the festival. The closer it was to the festival, the higher the price of these ingredients.

Hashirama, who had no concept of price, pretended to agree. The two of them walked one after the other. The woman looked down at her notes and walked forward quickly, while the man carried a large pile of things and followed behind unhurriedly.

It was like a newlywed husband and his young wife.

After returning to the courtyard, Hashirama was called away by several ninjas.

Taking advantage of the dry weather, Banzi dried the glutinous rice on the ground facing the sun. After the rice was completely dried, she put it in a dry cloth bag and stored it until the beginning of winter.

There was still about half a month before the Moon Eclipse Festival. During this time, she could brew fruit wine with low alcohol content. She preferred food that she could make herself, especially fruit wine, which was easy to make and suitable for both young and old. Due to the inconvenience of her status in Uchiha, she could only eat her fill here.

Autumn was the season for loquats and pears to ripen. The early persimmon was still a little astringent, so it would take a few weeks before it could be added to the wine.

Banzi picked up the pears planted in the courtyard with a bamboo basket. Because of its white color, some places called it a snow fruit. After removing the skin and core, she cut it in half, mixed it with distilled yeast and put it at the bottom of the pottery jar. Half a day later, she added rock sugar and red fruits. The fruit wine would be filtered once a week, and it would be ready to eat after half a month.

Ban Zi held the jar and put it in the shade of the courtyard. As soon as he looked up, he saw a smiling face on the short wall.

"Miss Banzi, long time no see." The young man jumped over the wall and landed lightly on the ground.

"Shisui -kun …" Banzi pulled the corner of her mouth politely, almost covering her face.

As an Uchiha, if you don't walk properly and jump over the wall, I'll break your legs sooner or later.

Hashirama shuttled between the floors and rushed to Naruto's office. There was no superfluous words on the scroll he just received, only four big words.

Hashirama Tsunade.

According to the clues provided by the intelligence department, when Jiraiya arrived in Tanokuni, he finally found traces of Hashirama Tsunade near Short Book Street. Time did not leave any trace on the Hashirama princess, so Jiraiya recognized her at first glance.

Sandaime held a pipe in his mouth and looked at Tsunade from head to toe. "This is not scientific. You didn't disguise yourself?"

Otherwise, how could she have been caught by Jiraiya?

In the past few years, he had received news about Tsunade. She was addicted to gambling and was very good at hiding from debt. She relied on her superb disguise skills to escape creditors. Because he couldn't find her, several debt notes were sent across the sea to Hashirama's house. Konoha had sent people to look for the only child of the Hashirama family, but they returned empty-handed.

Tsunade was angry again when she heard this. She grabbed Jiraiya's neck and sneered, "What a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet him in the women's bath."

Who would wear a disguise when taking a bath? In the end, Jiraiya was a blind cat that caught a dead mouse.

Jiraiya's legs were weak from the impact of Chakra. He hung on Tsunade's arm and struggled. "I didn't do it on purpose. Tanokuni's intelligence department told me where you were!"

Sarutobi couldn't bear to watch the disciple he was so proud of die in front of him. He sighed and turned around to look at the scenery.

It was early autumn in Konoha, and the temperature had dropped. The lush forest in summer was now dyed red and yellow. Leaves fell in twos and threes through the window, falling with the wind, falling with the wind, falling with the wind, falling with the …

Dong!

Someone get down!

Hashirama shook off the dust on his body. Under Sarutobi's complicated gaze, he smiled apologetically, opened the window, and jumped into the house.

Judging by his smooth and graceful movements, he must have jumped over many windows.

"I didn't jump over the window, I jumped over the wall."

Hashirama kindly explained the misunderstanding. During the period of peace between the two clans, he had jumped over Uchiha Macula's wall to go around Konoha. He was quite experienced in jumping over walls and hiding his movements.

This kind of explanation was even worse.

Noticing the strange Ninja who appeared in the office, Tsunade stopped what she was doing. The Ninja in front of her had black hair and black eyes. His hair was neatly cut to his shoulders. His eyes were clear and his eyebrows were extraordinary. She was sure that she had never seen this person before, but strangely, he looked familiar.

Sandaime Smile introduced him to Hashirama. "These are my two disappointing disciples, Jiraiya and Tsunade."

Sannin's records were very detailed. His teacher was Jiraiya, who had cultivated the Sage Body in Mount Myoboku, and Hashirama and Tsunade, who had single-handedly destroyed the Thunder Shinobi's future.

"Hello." Facing the curious gazes of the two juniors, Hashirama returned a broad smile.

"Shodaidaime-sama, please undo the Transformation Jutsu." If someone could recognize you despite your current appearance, then it must be true love.

Shodaidaime-sama?

What does that mean?

Tsunade thought that Sensei was trying to trick her into going back to the village again, but Hiruzen sensei asked Jiraiya to bring her a message of unknown meaning, and she just blurted out the name.

After a puff of white smoke, Tsunade could no longer suppress her heartbeat. "… Grandpa … Grandpa!"

"That's right, but I'm not married yet." The young ninja in Konoha's uniform rubbed his nose subconsciously.

This was a face that was left in Tsunade's memory. Before she could distinguish between life and death, it was already blurred.

She thought that after her lover and family died in battle, the real her also died. Nothing in the world could wake up a heart that was no longer beating, but …

"Is it really Grandpa, Grandpa Hashirama?"

Hashirama laughed. "Yes."

The blonde ninja threw herself into Hashirama's arms and buried her face in his chest. She was like a child who had found an elder to complain to, silently venting the guilt of Hashirama and Tsunade. "I'm sorry …"

Hashirama hugged Tsunade and whispered helplessly. "Tsunade, you've always done well."

The man patted her back comfortingly. "It's my fault. I'm sorry … I was so willful in the future."

She abandoned her family, abandoned Konoha, and willfully went to atone for her friends' sins.

The warmth of his palm passed through her clothes to her skin. At that moment, she seemed to have thousands of words to say. About her family, about Konoha, about … her and her heart. But in the end, she wanted to say too much, but nothing came out.