Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 104 Are these your pigeons? (Seeking monthly votes!)

"you……"

"Lord Sifang."

Just as Shinji Uchiha was about to say something, he saw Yakushi look behind him and greet him with a gentle smile.

Shinji immediately shut his mouth, the four tomoe in his eyes disappeared, and his eyes returned to their deep black depths.

"Doctor, thank you for taking such good care of this child."

Uchiha Yomo patted Shinji on the shoulder, then gave a stiff smile and looked at Yakushi, asking, "How badly is this child injured?"

"How badly are you hurt?"

The pharmacist paused, looked at Shinji with a half-smile, and shook his head with a smile at Shinji's wink, saying, "It's alright, apart from some blood loss, there's nothing seriously wrong."

"However, I wasn't sure if his blood type was compatible, so I didn't dare to give him a transfusion. I'll wait until we get back and he can recover gradually."

"Oh, you're a commoner doctor, right?" Sifang seemed to find the pharmacist's fuss amusing and said calmly, "The Uchiha bloodline is stronger than you think, so there won't be any serious rejection issues."

After saying that, he looked down at Uchiha Shinji, who had remained silent throughout, and asked in a gentler tone, "How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"

"For example, the eyes..."

Seeing the expectant look in Uchiha Yomo's eyes, Shinji lowered his head and shook his head without saying a word.

"Don't worry," the pharmacist beside him added with a smile, "I examined him very carefully, and there's nothing wrong with his eyes."

"...Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, a look of disappointment appeared on Uchiha Yomo's face. He sighed inwardly and raised the hand that was on the other's shoulder, thinking to himself, "That's right, Shinji's personality is too indifferent, and his talent isn't that great either."

"He showed no signs of opening his eyes until he was eleven years old. Even the poison gas couldn't make him open his eyes. It seems unlikely that he will ever open his eyes again."

As the head of the Uchiha clan, he knew this boy named Uchiha Shinji to some extent.

His mother died in childbirth, and his father died in the First Shinobi World War before he could even remember anything.

In other words, Shinji has never seen his parents since he can remember. He is naturally aloof and indifferent, and has few friends or companions. He is usually alone.

Such a withdrawn and indifferent young man was an extremely rare case even within the Uchiha clan, leaving a deep impression on Uchiha Yomo.

After all, without bonds and emotions, it's difficult to experience emotional fluctuations, and therefore difficult to successfully open one's eyes.

"That's good. Then take good care of your injury."

Some thoughts flashed through his mind, and looking down at Shinji, who remained silent, Uchiha Yomo comforted him kindly, "Don't worry about the money. The clan will allocate some of the money and food to the injured clansmen."

"..." Shinji nodded slightly, his tone still calm. "Thank you, clan leader."

After Uchiha Sifang had walked away, Shinji slightly raised his head, a hint of indifference flashing in his dark eyes.

It seems that the other party's methods of winning people over are of little use to him.

"You owe me another favor," the pharmacist said with a smile.

Shinji frowned and asked noncommittally, "When can I go home?"

"Go home?" The pharmacist squinted and smiled. "Sure, right now. But I suddenly noticed something's wrong with your eyes. Should I go find them now..."

Upon hearing this, even Uchiha Shinji's usually expressionless face twitched. He looked up at the woman in front of him, and the smile on her face seemed to turn into malice in his eyes.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his face expressionless: "What do you want?"

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"Oh?"

Looking at the house with its walls mostly crumbling, Yakushi then turned to Shinji, who was unlocking the door with a key, and asked in surprise, "You, an Uchiha clan member, live in a place like this?"

"The village and the Uchiha clan must have given you a lot of compensation, right? Why not rent a better place to live?"

Click!

"That's enough." Shinji pushed open the door and said indifferently without turning his head, "If you don't like it, even if you cancel the deal, I won't agree to anything else."

After saying that, he slapped the wall with practiced ease, instantly turning on the lights in the room.

"I'm homeless, I'm already grateful to have a place to live, what right do I have to complain..."

The pharmacist was speaking with a smile on his face, but the smile froze on his face as he stepped into the room.

All that could be heard was a series of crashing sounds from beneath her feet, as she kicked away the bottles and jars piled on the ground.

What I saw was hardly a hygienic or healthy house. There were stacks of empty food cans piled up everywhere at the entrance, and the simple furniture inside was covered with miscellaneous items and clothes.

"...Ha, haha." The pharmacist chuckled dryly, then said tactfully, "The place you live in is filled with a very strong sense of everyday life."

High emotional intelligence, and a natural, down-to-earth personality.

Low emotional intelligence, and so sloppy.

However, in a way, the appearance of this room does indeed fit Shinji's aloof personality.

"That second bedroom over there will be yours from now on."

Shinji pointed to the room next to him and said in a calm tone, "I only promised you accommodation, not food and clothing."

After saying that, he walked to the sofa in the living room, which was piled with clothes, and sat on one of the few remaining empty spaces on the sofa.

"...Then I should thank you."

Looking down at the fast food containers scattered all over the floor, the pharmacist felt that he had been speechless more times today than he had in a whole year.

Even if you were willing to take responsibility for eating like that, I still wouldn't dare to eat it.

"Very good!" The pharmacist suddenly clapped his hands, a smile on his face as he muttered to himself, "Then let's tidy up the room first, since it's where we'll be staying from now on!"

Upon hearing this, Shinji, who was sitting on the sofa, paused for a moment and turned to look at the woman with a blank expression.

The pharmacist acted immediately and very efficiently.

"Lift your foot slightly."

She picked up a mop and came to Shinji, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone as if she were the master.

Shinji subconsciously lifted his foot, watching the pharmacist sweeping around the room.

In less than two hours, the clean floor was already reflecting the sunlight streaming in from the window, and the pale reddish halo also reflected the much tidier room.

"call!"

The pharmacist reached out and opened the window, then turned to look at Shinji in the living room, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "How are you feeling?"

A fresher breeze swept into the room, and a few specks of dust rose from the floor.

"...What?" Shinji was taken aback for a moment. "How does it feel?"

The pharmacist squinted and said gently, "Do you ever feel like, 'Wow, a room can be this tidy! It's actually quite nice to have another person here!'"

Shinji stared blankly at the woman, the pale red light illuminating her profile.

For a fleeting moment, Shinji felt as if she were radiating light.

It's a wonderful feeling, a strange sense of satisfaction and peace, like a ray of light shining into your heart, inexplicably dispelling the darkness within.

But he quickly came to his senses, avoided the other person's mocking gaze, and turned to look out another window.

To my surprise, I saw a pure white pigeon that had landed on the windowsill at some point.

"Coo coo coo?"

Seemingly noticing that Shinji had spotted it, the pigeon tilted its head and looked at him before spreading its wings and flying into the room, fluttering over Shinji's head.

Shinji instinctively followed the white figure and saw a white dove perched on the pharmacist's shoulder. He blurted out, "Is this your pigeon?"

The pharmacist was not surprised by the arrival of the white dove, and skillfully reached out to gently stroke its head.

"Coo coo coo~"

The white dove rubbed against her palm, a hint of human enjoyment appearing on its face.

"Yes." The pharmacist took some feed out of his pocket, smiled with narrowed eyes, and said, "These are my pigeons."

As she spoke, she glanced out the window, where a white head flashed by and disappeared into the tree in an instant.

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