manynovel Chapter 255 Who is the Examiner 15
Chapter 255 Who is the Examiner 15
She sat there motionless, as if time would not pass as long as she did nothing.
But that's just deceiving yourself.
"Tsunade."
Maybe after a minute, an hour, or even a day, a familiar voice came from behind.
The woman still lay on her back, trying hard to recall whether the sky had ever become brighter.
It's still as dark as it is now.
Are you dreaming?
Why did I hear his voice behind me?
The outer coat with the scent of incense was gently placed on Tsunade's shoulders. The boy's body temperature had always been low, but compared to the night wind, it was undoubtedly warm.
He brought a bouquet of white flowers, a variety that Tsunade didn't recognize - most likely Grandpa Tobirama wouldn't recognize it either.
For people like them, the underlying tone of life seems to be a lack of understanding of romance.
He knows more about the types of wine than the types of flowers, and he understands better how to end the other person's life.
But how could it not be the same for Hyuga Neji?
No matter what form the boy is in now, he is undoubtedly a ninja. The smell emanating from the depths of his soul cannot be changed.
"Neji..."
Tsunade didn't stand up, but reached out and grabbed the coat.
The young man had come to the side of the woman's body, and the white flower was also placed in front of the stone tablet.
Just like sweeping a grave - the boy did everything in silence, water slid down the stone slabs and gathered in the corners.
There were some signs of corrosion and some dark green moss growing there - these plants seemed to be born to remind Tsunade that Senju Tobirama had been dead for a long time.
Tsunade hated this realization and hated this reality, but she had nowhere to escape.
"You need this more than I do."
She lowered her head and carefully sniffed the scent of this man on the coat - she said that the other person needed it more, but the strength in her hands holding the coat showed no intention of relaxing for a moment.
"Who knows."
“Whether you need it or not is something you can decide for yourself.”
"Is this exactly what I need?"
The young man didn't say anything, but just squatted beside Tsunade. His breathing was not steady, and even a little rapid when he moved.
"What do you know, and what are you going to do about it?"
They stood so close, yet seemed worlds apart.
It cannot be conveyed, whether it is my own mood or worries.
Since the message cannot be conveyed, why would this person appear here?
"What about Snake Eye Apricot Tree? Is there nothing wrong with him?"
Obviously, she was the one who was found, but it was the woman who was still depressed just now who was trying hard to find a topic.
Just a little bit would be fine, no matter what it was, she needed information from Hyuga Neji.
Whether it is just small talk or a conversation with some affection from the host.
Anything is fine.
But the boy remained silent, as if he really just came here to take a look and pay tribute to the deceased.
The tips of his fingers rubbed against the stone tablet, where the stone slab had been worn smooth and round by time.
"See you soon."
"with who?"
"Tobirama."
He sighed, stood up, and was about to leave: "Go back early."
"Itachi said you weren't feeling right today."
"Itachi...?"
For Hyuga Neji, just being alive is enough.
He may never try to understand what they are worried about, nor worry about his own situation.
Those who don't want to live, just hope they live.
All of this is now in an accomplished state - how long can this seemingly stable daily life last? When will all of this collapse?
"It's really hard for him." Tsunade also stood up and pouted: "This is not something he would do."
Things piled up in the woman's body, as if to completely stretch her outermost shell of flesh until she could no longer stand up.
"I...maybe I'm not ready yet."
"Do you know what I should do?"
She asked the wrong person for help, but ended up getting the spider silk hanging from the eighteen levels of hell.
"We go home."
The boy took his hand, just like he did when they were children.
She seemed to have returned to the time when she was three or four years old, back to the time when she had everything.
"Is there anywhere else you want to go?"
The boy was even shorter than herself, but Tsunade was unwilling to straighten her back at this moment. She seemed to put everything on this translucent spider silk and tried her best to climb up.
Just a little bit higher and you can leave this hell.
"I want to go... Ganli Gan."
When she was very young - the memory is a little fuzzy, she saw a new shop opening in the village, with big new words written on the wooden plaque.
"Gan Li Gan."
The children around them shouted and watched, and got the sweet and greasy red bean cakes and three-color meatballs in laughter and joy.
What's so delicious about that thing?
Tsunade, still a little kid, was clutching some banknotes and was about to turn around and walk into the casino next to Ganligan - even though Grandpa Hashirama behind her looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears, she did not hesitate at all.
When all the money was lost, the streets became empty.
When it’s bedtime for a yelling child, it’s no longer a time for noise.
"Little sister..."
The young proprietress was holding a string of brown dumplings, which were the soy sauce dumplings that my mother sometimes bought to eat.
Before Ganli Gan opened in Konoha, Soy Sauce Meatballs were a good thing that was only available when going to the center of the Fire Country to complete a mission.
Mom always smiles, puts the soy sauce meatballs into her mouth, and then shows a happy expression. That thing must be very delicious, looking at the meatballs that her mother puts to her mouth, little Tsunade opens her mouth and takes a bite.
Sweet, salty, and gooey!
If her mother hadn't been watching, she wouldn't have swallowed it!
absolute!
"Would you like some soy sauce meatballs?"
The proprietress's voice was gentle and delicate, completely different from her mother's, but it made the girl find some warmth that belonged to her family.
Mom is no longer here.
Dad is gone too.
The grandfathers are busy every day, so where should she go?
"But...I don't have any money."
The legendary fat sheep has been a fat sheep since the age of three. Having a penny on you is disrespectful to this title.
"it does not matter."
The proprietress caressed Tsunade's head affectionately and stuffed the balls into her hands, "This is the last bunch for today."
The skewer was still slightly warm, indicating that the meatballs had just been grilled.
Little Tsunade couldn't help but blushing, and squeezed the bunch of meatballs tightly: "Thank you, sister."
The meatballs were sweet and greasy, and the saltiness on them had a fermented taste - they were much better than the soy sauce meatballs that Mom brought back.
But the girl still doesn't like it.
But this time, she swallowed it all without leaving any.
There will never be another mother in this world who will stuff soy sauce meatballs that are so disgusting that she wants to vomit into her mouth.
"What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"
Tsunade's cheeks were wet, and even the sound of swallowing was choked with sobs.
"No..." The girl shook her head and tried to deny it: "It's delicious, so delicious..."
No matter how delicious it is, it is not the food you like.
No matter how delicious it is, it doesn’t taste like my mother’s.
...
"What do you want?"
The proprietress smiled and hung her third daughter on her body to coax her.
The child looked sleepy, with a blush on his round cheeks, looking so cute - even his sleepy appearance made people feel particularly pitiful.
"Soy sauce meatballs, thank you."
It was Ningji who paid, and there was no way the legendary fat sheep had any money in his pocket.
She lowered her head, the proprietress's voice sounded familiar yet unfamiliar.
Perhaps it was her daughter—or her granddaughter.
She hadn't been here for a long, long time. Women were always running away. If it weren't for the boy next to her, she might not even be who she is now.
What a child who has accomplished nothing.
The woman laughed at herself as the boy stuffed a string of soy sauce meatballs into her palm.
It was the hand that was not holding Hyuga Neji's hand.
"Thank you."
The smell seems different from what I remember.
"Our soy sauce meatballs have been improved again and again, and can be called a masterpiece!"
The proprietress seemed very proud.
If only there were no improvements.
Tsunade forced a smile and wolfed down the string in several bites.
Still tastes just as bad.
Sweet, salty, and sticky.
Why is it that something so unpalatable can be eaten in so many different ways?
She looked at Ningji beside her, put the bamboo stick back into the trash can, but felt relieved.
"We go home."