...Very beautiful~
The thought popped into his head involuntarily.
The next second, Musashi was suddenly startled and turned his head away in shame.
"Ara? Musashi-kun, why did you stop eating?"
"I... I'm full!" Musashi's face was slightly red.
"Full already? But there's still quite a bit left in the bowl." Tsunami said softly: "Does Musashi-kun have no appetite?"
Hearing this, Musashi didn't waste words, suddenly stretching his head out and biting the edge of the bowl.
Slurp slurp slurp~
In two seconds, not a drop of porridge was left in the bowl.
"Alright, Miss Tsunami, I finished it. Thank you so much."
"Musashi-kun is too formal." Tsunami smiled: "You helped us get rid of Gato and his gang of villains; we should be thanking you."
"You're too polite," Musashi said, unable to stop complaining inwardly.
Those two guys, Naruto! Didn't they say they would take care of me! Where did they run off to!
Truly unreliable!
I'll definitely teach them a lesson when we get back!
Tsunami put the bowl and chopsticks aside, her watery eyes sizing up Musashi.
Shining with an inexplicable brilliance.
"Musashi-kun, tell me about ninjas?"
"Ninjas are rarely seen in the Land of Waves; I'm also very curious about your life."
Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Musashi was a bit troubled.
Should he directly ask her to leave? Doesn't seem very polite. At this time, saying he wanted to sleep was also a bit early.
Musashi: "This... ninjas..."
"Actually, not much different from you guys."
"Just making a living."
"Every day is getting up, training, eating, training, sleeping, training, training..."
"Pfft~" Tsunami smiled, her eyes curving.
"Musashi-kun, how can ninjas be so boring!"
"Besides training, it's still training. You must do something else."
"Do something else..." Musashi's eyes glazed over again.
She really looks good when she smiles... Phew phew phew!!! Musashi, what are you thinking!
Forcing himself to move his gaze to an empty spot, Musashi recounted his daily routine.
"Actually, it is also very boring."
"Like everyone else, other things are just going to work."
"Finding a place to train during shifts, finding time to train during missions... having a meal with colleagues, eating with family, going home to train at night..."
"That's about it."
Tsunami was a bit surprised: "Really?"
"Musashi-kun's life is very different from what I imagined."
"I thought a ninja's life was very dangerous. Now hearing you say this, it seems not quite the same."
She guessed: "It seems Musashi-kun's working environment is very good."
"Colleagues are also very nice and kind people."
Musashi thought for a moment.
His colleagues in Anbu, apart from killing people, spying for intelligence, being chased, and counter-killing every day... seemed indeed to be very nice people.
During gatherings, they would even help him get drinks when he was underage, though he refused for the sake of training.
He nodded: "Mn, you're right."
"My colleagues are a group of very kind people."
"Moreover, our Lord Hokage is also a good leader."
"Usually, he doesn't interfere with me at work, and now even missions aren't as frequent as before."
"Really?" Tsunami opened her eyes wide: "Sounds really nice."
...
Musashi chatted casually.
Tsunami still had no intention of leaving.
Occasionally smoothing her hair, emitting a light laugh or exclamations like "Really?" "So amazing!".
However, Musashi felt that time was hard to endure.
Watching the hands of the wall clock slowly turning, he felt it was about time and suggested.
"Um... Miss Tsunami, it's getting late."
"How about... going back to rest early?"
"You still have to work hard to prepare breakfast for everyone tomorrow."
"Oh my!" Tsunami saw the time on the wall and seemed to just realize it was late.
Standing up slowly, she gently smoothed her wrinkled skirt.
"Alright then." She said as if still wanting more: "With Musashi-kun's current body, you should rest early."
"Then Musashi-kun, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." Musashi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mn!~"
...
...
...Countless images flashed through Musashi's mind.
Fields of blooming flowers... surging waves... desolate grasslands...
Notes of nature rang in his ears.
Barely maintaining his will, Musashi forced himself to calm down.
Calm down!
Must calm down!
Think about something else... Hoeing grain under the noon sun, Luantai performing songs and dances, two little yellow ducks quack quack looking for mom, bananas are yellow, jeans originated from miners in the western United States to prevent pants from being worn out by yellow sand, the winter sun shines on the ground, sunlight is yellow, the story of Alibaba and the Forty Thieves happened in the yellow sand-filled Iraq region, in Alien vs. Predator the novice Predator's skin is yellow.
His brain was buzzing.
It felt like his brain had been stolen by someone.
Finally, Musashi thought of something.
The picture in his mind froze on a day more than ten years ago.
That was one of his most unforgettable days.