My Hidden Road

Within the base.

Naoto was lying naked on the bed, covered with a blanket, with traces of last night's events on his neck and back. There was also a stack of banknotes on the cabinet beside him.

She left, and Ye Cang left before dawn. He played with himself to his heart's content, and in the end left Naoto and his money like ruins. What does this mean?

Naoto had some strange feelings. He stared at the banknotes with his eyes. It was normal at first, but these banknotes brought a slightly unusual feeling. He was being taken care of by Miss Ye Cang, but what did the money mean?

?

Naoto, who had a vain look on his face, put on his clothes and put money in his pocket. There were still a few scars on his face, and he walked out holding the Ninja sword against the wall.

Weird! It’s really weird, leaning against the wall and coming out.

It's really strange to see Naoto like this! It's ridiculous how many people can be like this. He is really a young man in this world who spares no effort and works hard to be full.

After walking a few steps, Naoto propped up his waist and took a deep breath. A partner like his wife is enough. It is only the little brats who clamor for everyone, and the adults realize that their bodies cannot bear it. This is more tiring than practicing swordsmanship for a day.

Back at the market, the bakery owner and his wife saw Naoto, who was usually very energetic, slumped on a bench. They were confused. When they saw the lipstick marks on Naoto's face that had not been wiped off, Mikako pushed her husband to grind flour. Takasumi carried

Holding his own little bench, he sat aside and observed Naoto innocently.

"Naoto-nii, what did you do last night?"

Turning over, Naoto took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and put it into Takashi's hand. Naoto was a little embarrassed to have been eating and drinking for free for so long. Shame is the most important thing when you have extra money.

"Take it to buy glutinous rice dumplings, be good."

Takashi carefully poked Naoto's forehead with his finger, then looked back and shouted into the house: "Mom, Dad, Naoto-chan finally made money after working hard all night!"

"Nani?"

Naoto, who was lying on the bench, almost fell off. This little guy is becoming more and more of an asshole. Isn't he just following his bad example?

Mikako, who was grinding flour in the house, hurriedly walked out, picked up Takashi and walked into the house. However, the bakery owner sneaked out with the money and sighed several times when he saw the lip marks on Naoto's face.

"Actually, you don't have to work so hard. Even if you, Naoto, have been eating and drinking at my house for free, it doesn't matter. Doing this will tire your body. The young man has no money and is not particularly handsome. If you tire your body, it will be more than worth the gain.

, you have to think about your future life."

With a slap on his forehead, Naoto didn't want to talk to these guys. They were indeed members of the same family, and they even talked about the same thing.

"You thought wrong."

The bakery owner took out the banknotes and put them in Naoto's hand: "Young man, don't be so decadent. I've been there and I understand how you feel now. Living idle all day long is not the answer. Otherwise, Naoto, you can learn to make bread from me. With this money

How about you stay and open a bakery by yourself?"

"Learn to make bread?" Naoto shook his head and laughed: "My hands are not used to make bread. You can just treat me as a little bastard who has nothing to do all day long and don't pay too much attention to me."

"Are you going to live in such a muddle-headed way at such a young age?"

"We are not in the same world. I will leave in a few days and I won't disturb you for too long."

The bakery owner said: "I don't mean to drive you away, but I just see that you can't live like this, Naoto. I know that you are the same type of person as Mikako before, and you have never thought about becoming a person like Mikako and breaking away from that person."

To be an ordinary person in the world?”

"What world? There is only one world we live in, and that is this world."

"Oh... think about it for yourself." The bakery owner saw no hope of being dissuaded and went into the house to continue grinding flour.

Naoto knew that the world he was talking about was the world of ninjas, and he also knew how wonderful it would be if he could find his final destination after suffering as much as Mikako did. Mikako could leave the ninja world to raise her husband and raise children, but he couldn't. It wasn't that he couldn't, but that he couldn't.

, this kind of life is too comfortable and will make people addicted.

Inexplicably, Naoto stretched out his hand to touch the scabbard of the long sword beside him. He found the barrier of swordsmanship, and he hoped for the beauty in front of him with ease, cut off this beauty and ended the life of ordinary people, and reintegrated into the world of ninjas.

Hatake Sakumo once commented that Naoto did not dare to draw his sword against the strong and did not have the courage to face the enemy. The enemy is not only a living person, but also the past that is difficult to cut off. The way of kendo lies in constantly drawing on oneself and understanding new things.

the way.

Naoto, who was lying on the long bench, stared at the ceiling and murmured: "Senior, why can you cut such a fast sword without any hesitation?"

Hatake Sakumo, who has passed away long ago, has no way of answering Naoto's question. This senior, with whom he had only a superficial acquaintance, used his sword to cut off the connection with the world without leaving a trace. Senior, is this your kendo?

You only need to think about how to swing your sword to make a slash, and never care about the consequences.

He suddenly stood up and the long knife rolled to the ground. Naoto, who was sitting on the bench, picked up the knife and walked under the eaves, raised his head, let the continuous rain hit his face, and then wiped the lip marks on his face vigorously.

"Senior, is this your way of swordsmanship?"

The sky thundered loudly, seemingly in response to Naoto's question.

The scabbard fell to the ground. Naoto held the sword with both hands and practiced the simplest chop seriously, taking one step at a time. The pace seemed slow, but the sword intent emanating from him was permeable.

Gradually, Naoto's pace became faster and faster, and he felt a cold light, and a thousand drops of rain suddenly fell from his sword. He felt the raindrops falling from the sky. The raindrops were like other raindrops, and the round raindrops hit the blade of the sword.

Naoto moved instantly and slowly opened his eyes. The raindrops continued to splash and scatter without being disturbed.

"Swordsmanship: Qieyu!"

The bakery owner and his family stood in front of the shop and watched Naoto practice quietly. As an ordinary person, the bakery owner had no feelings, let alone the ignorant Takasumi. Only Mikako, who was a ninja, could vaguely feel it. Regarding swordsmanship, insights

The most profound one should be the samurai, but even the samurai did not have as much time as Naoto to practice swordsmanship.

"What's wrong with him?" The bakery owner looked at his wife in confusion.

Mikako smiled slightly and raised her thumb to Naoto. Takasumi, who was nestling in her mother's arms, tilted her head and wondered why. Naoto's brother who played the sword was so handsome.

"Come in quickly, you can't wait until you catch a cold."

Naoto waved to the bakery owner, put away his sword and laughed away. It was time to cut off the distance between himself and ordinary people's lives, so that he could understand his true self.

"Goodbye, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going in such a heavy rain?" the bakery owner shouted, but Naoto didn't answer and turned the corner and left.

The boss held up his umbrella and chased for a few steps. Could it be that what he just said was a little too much?

Sigh..., that should be too much. After all, he has grown up now. If you say that he is a little gangster who has nothing to do, his self-esteem will certainly be damaged.

Guichun asked innocently: "Did Brother Naoto buy glutinous rice dumplings for me?"

"Eat, eat, eat, and you will know how to eat."

The bakery owner scolded Takashi angrily, and was greeted with a cold look from his wife, who walked into the house with her child in her arms. Mikako didn't care about ninjas or the ninja world. Her husband and children were her whole world, and she also

The connection was severed with a swing of the sword.

She is now the wife of a husband and the mother of a child, and is not a ninja.