Konoha Qiweiju

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It’s been three years, it’s been three years since I came to Sunagakure.

Over the past three years, looking at the bits of wind and sand outside the village, my heart seemed to have calmed down a lot.

This village, except for the sky full of wind and sand, is pretty good.

After the war, Sunagakure was considered peaceful.

Living here seems pretty good.

I often think like this, maybe I shouldn't go to Konoha.

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Old man restaurant.

A restaurant that has been open for three years in Sunagakure.

In fact, it is not called this name, it does not even have a name or a signboard.

Three years ago, this restaurant appeared within a few days after Shukaku was sealed away for rebellion.

The person who opened the shop was an old man.

He has white hair and wrinkles on his face, and there is nothing outstanding about him.

But at that time, this restaurant was Sunagakure's designated dining place, so the workers and ninjas who restored the village ate here.

After eating this, he became famous.

The food tastes so delicious that everyone is full of praise.

Everyone ate half a bowl more.

If it wasn't that the food was not enough, I would have eaten more.

At that time, the food in this restaurant became the most anticipated thing for all the workers and ninjas involved in the construction project every day.

In addition to repairing the damaged houses, these people even deliberately delayed in order to eat for a few more days.

After that, the restaurant did not close but continued to open.

Every day there is a bustling crowd, and there are so many people in attendance.

The old man who runs the shop is also busy and rarely talks to others.

This store has no name.

Since many people came here, they just called it Lao Tou Restaurant, which was quite appropriate.

When the old man knew it, he just smiled and didn't care.

A year later, I don't know whether it was because the old man was unwell or because he felt that cooking was too strenuous, so he changed the business hours.

It is only open for two hours every day.

The rest of the time, the restaurant is closed.

No matter how hard I knocked on the door, no one opened it.

A naughty child peeked into the house quietly, and could only see the old man sitting in a rocking chair, holding an orange cat and looking into the distance, his eyes empty and unable to see any thoughts.

Such a scene spread among the crowd, and everyone speculated about the old man's past.

Some people say that this old man is crazy.

Some people say that this old man lost his relatives in the three previous wars.

There are many opinions, to name a few.

But all the indicators indicate that this old man is a poor man.

Sunagakure's ANBU had some doubts about this old man and sent people to monitor him for a long time.

But I found out that except for going out to buy groceries, he didn't go out the rest of the time, so I gave up my suspicion.

In troubled times, there are many old people behaving strangely.

As long as it does no harm to Sunagakure, nothing else matters.

And this old man is naturally a true cultivator.

Time, in the blink of an eye, three years passed.

"Old sir, let's have a bowl of fried rice."

"Coming."

When it was time for business again, the old cultivator opened the door, and the regulars walked in.

Speaking of this frequent visitor, it can be regarded as fate.

This person is none other than the gatekeeper ninja who brought the true cultivator into Sunagakure before, named Qiansha.

Hearing the sound, Zhenxiu walked into the kitchen and started cooking.

Three minutes later, the fried rice was completed and placed in front of Qiansha.

"The old man's craftsmanship is still so good."

After taking a sip, Qiansha said with satisfaction.

Zhen Xiu smiled and did not reply.

Seeing that no one came again, he continued to sit back on the rocking chair with the meat ball in his arms.

Qiansha doesn't care about the behavior of true cultivators.

He has seen many such things.

He has never seen a true cultivator say anything extra.

As long as nothing happens, he will sit on that chair and rock.

After eating fried rice, Qiansha had nothing to do and couldn't help but become a little curious about Zhenxiu.

"Old sir, why do you sit here every day?"

"There's nowhere to go."

Qiansha was stunned for a moment by Zhenxiu's answer.

Originally, he thought that the true cultivators would remain silent as before.

Unexpectedly, this time, he actually spoke.

Qiansha was a little excited.

Maybe you can hear a good story today.

"What does the old gentleman mean by this? Does it mean that you have lost your home?"

Zhen Xiu nodded.

He literally lost his home.

I lost my brothers and sisters, my parents, and my tribe.

There is really no place in this world that he can call his home.

"Is it because of the war?"

Qiansha's tone suddenly became softer.

After hearing this, Zhenxiu raised his head and glanced at Qiansha.

At this moment, Qiansha's eyes were filled with gentleness.

Qiansha seemed to be touched by the word war.

"That's right."

Zhen Xiu uttered these two words, and his eyes became particularly melancholy.

In this way, Qiansha is naturally more certain that Zhenxiu lost his family because of the war.

Qiansha came over and sat next to Zhenxiu.

But there were no seats next to it, so he sat directly on the ground.

Zhenxiu was stunned for a moment, wondering why this guy was doing this.

"Old sir, did you know? In fact, my parents also died in the three wars. They were both ninjas. They died when they were on a mission."

"That's a common fate for ninjas."

"Yes, it is very common."

Qian Sha laughed to herself, quite disdainful of this so-called fate.

"At that time, I was thinking about why they died so well and what was the meaning of their deaths. But after thinking about it for several years, I still haven't come up with the answer."

"What's the point of death?"

"Yeah, what's the meaning of death? I used to think so too. But recently, I suddenly understood."

"What do you understand?"

"Understand why they died."

"Why?"

"Because they chose to die."

"Would anyone choose to die?"

"Yes. If you choose the profession of ninja, you are born with the color of death. High risk."

Qiansha still had that strange look on his face, making it hard to tell whether he was praising or belittling.

"My parents will die because they chose to fight for Sunagakure. Maybe one day I will die too, because I will fight for Sunagakure. All of these are probably for this reason."

"You can choose to quit and not be a ninja, or you can take a civilian job. For example, be a teacher or something."

Qiansha shook her head.

"Some choices are unavoidable."

"If you don't try it, how will you know?"

"I know."

"Um?"

"Someone has to sacrifice for Sunagakure, why can't that person be me?"

Zhen Xiu was stunned.

The hand stroking the meat ball also stopped.

He looked at Qiansha, and there was a terrifying determination on his immature face.

Soon, Qiansha's expression changed again, and a smile filled her face.