"Your master hasn't come back yet. If you don't mind, just wait." As he said that, Zhili turned around and left. When he reappeared, he had the snacks and juice the child liked in his hands.
"Thank you, sister." After thanking him sweetly, Minato sat in the corridor obediently.
Glancing at Minato, Jiri continued to water the flowers, humming an unknown tune.
It's quite nice. Minato has never heard similar songs.
"Insects are flying, insects are flying, who are you missing..."
Moved?
Don't dare to move.
Minato grabbed the juice, his whole body stiff and motionless.
It's such a sad and tender song.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps stepping on wooden boards, accompanied by bursts of coughing.
Minato looked back and looked at this beautiful, frail and fierce elder sister.
It sounds contradictory to say it, but that's the impression she gives people.
An elegant princess with bangs cut and a high ponytail, wearing a black and white training uniform, with a delicate and beautiful face, an expression as high as a flower on the mountain, and cold white eyes as sharp as a blade.
He is weak because he is sick, and he is cold because of his temperament.
When he saw Minato, he was stunned for a moment, and then he asked the weak and gentle voice: "Zhili, who is this little guy?"
"Said he is Mei Ji's disciple." Zhili glanced at Hitomi and said, "It's strange, Mei Ji would actually accept a disciple."
"A little bit." Hitomi looked at Minato and smiled softly: "How old are you, little brother?"
"Seven years old." Minato replied.
Although his tone was gentle, Minato instinctively felt that this older sister had a sense of oppression.
Probably because he is short, he can only look up at the other person, which creates a sense of visual oppression, like a bird of prey flying in the sky, staring at the prey on the ground. The eyes look ordinary, but feel ferocious.
In contrast, the white-haired elder sister's sense of oppression is more subtle, like the thorns on the rose vine, which can be pricked inadvertently.
"You're so young." Hitomi said, "If you encounter something you don't understand in practice, you can ask me for advice. I'm pretty good at learning."
Zhili glanced at Hitomi.
Hitomi was unable to move freely due to a blood disease. Over the past few years, his personality has become much calmer, and he seems to be a bit more ladylike.
People have become mature, but they are still naive at heart.
"His name is Namikaze Minato." Jiri said, "I am Uchiha Jiri, and this is Hinata Hitomi."
"Thank you, sister." Minato said obediently, "I do have something I don't understand."
"Ask." Hitomi became interested and said.
"Who is Miki?" Minato asked.
"This is your master's nickname." Hitomi said, "You can't call it that."
"Then, who is Chongji?" Minato continued, "I don't know much about Master yet."
"Well..." Hitomi said in a coaxing tone: "It's very scary. Chong Ji is very scary. You'd better be mentally prepared and don't make her angry, otherwise she will die very badly."
It’s miserable.”
"Don't scare children, Hitomi." Jiri smiled softly and said, "It's not scary at all. Don't listen to her nonsense. Mei Ji is a very gentle person. You can try to make her angry."
Hitomi looked at Juri.
Is this how it turns out to be?
He looked at the confused Minato and said, "Really, I didn't lie to you."
Zhili just smiled and didn't explain.
So who do I trust?
Minato's smile froze on his face.
"Any more questions?" Hitomi continued to ask.
It felt like he didn't say anything. Minato still didn't understand what kind of person Master Chongji was.
But forget it.
Minato nodded and asked innocently: "Is Teacher Chongji very powerful? Is she a jounin? Has she completed many missions? Does she have any famous achievements? Has she made any outstanding contributions to the village?"
This kid...
Hitomi was stunned by the question, and started to think with a frown.
Seeing Hitomi's serious and troubled expression, Minato thought, this person seemed unattainable, but he was also quite approachable and gentle.
Minato glanced at Jiri, who looked like he was smiling but not smiling.
"It's true that I am very powerful, but I am definitely more powerful."
Hitomi has no intention of admitting defeat in this matter.
Although it has been many years since I had another childhood competition.
But as long as there is no competition, I have not lost.
"Eh!?" Minato exclaimed.
Guluan
"As for jounin..." Hitomi said plausibly: "Is the level of ninja important? Who stipulates that jounin must be very powerful? Even if you are not a jounin, you can still be very powerful."
One sad thing among them is that none of them are jounin, only genin.
The only exception is Tsunade.
As for the mission, it's even sadder.
None of the recorded tasks were successfully executed, and the task was never executed again.
Hitomi skipped the question.
"As for famous achievements..."
"Sister, when we were young, we were chasing the Land of Wind, the Land of Water, and a ninja force of more than a thousand people attacked them randomly."
Hitomi can brag about this for the rest of his life.
"As for me, sister, I have a terrible record of hacking to death ten jounin in an instant. A mere jounin can't even hurt a hair on my sister's head."
Hitomi looked at little Minato proudly.
How about it? Isn’t it awesome?
Zhili shook his head helplessly and fondly, but did not express his opinion.
Chasing a thousand-man ninja army and killing them means slipping away before the big army comes.
Minato looked at Hitomi with a look of disbelief.
Don't think that because I am a child, you can easily deceive me.
"Don't believe it?" Hitomi said anxiously: "Sister, I am a woman who can fight with legendary men head-on without losing. When it comes to swordsmanship, I am the best in the ninja world!"
After thinking for a while, Hitomi added.
"At least tied for first place."
"Eh..." Minato agreed with a perfunctory expression.
"You guy..." Hitomi said, "What I said is the truth."
"Ahem..." Jiri coughed and interrupted Hitomi, saying: "Don't get carried away and say everything, Hitomi."
"Humph, I understand everything." Hitomi was a little angry and depressed.
What about your contribution to the village?
Seeing Hitomi's unhappy face, Minato closed his mouth.
"Do you still have any questions? Just ask." Hitomi said. As she spoke, she quickly took out her handkerchief and covered her mouth before coughing.
The white handkerchief was stained with dots of vermilion.
Vomiting blood!
Minato looked at Hitomi in panic.
"It's okay, don't mind." Hitomi said nonchalantly, "Is it okay?"
"Yes." Minato said, "Why me? Why did Teacher Chongji choose me? There are many people in the school who are better than me."
"I don't know." Hitomi said simply.
Do not you know...
Minato scratched his head.
"Is this important?" Hitomi asked.
It doesn't seem to be very important.
Minato shook his head.
"Then it's over." Hitomi said, "Why do you think so much about it?"
makes sense...
However, Minato just felt uneasy when someone suddenly broke in when he had been living alone.
Afraid that waking up is just a dream.
The dream was very touching.
"Yes, why are you thinking so much?" Minato showed a bright and sunny smile and giggled at Hitomi.
He likes this white-eyed sister.
"You laugh so disgustingly, kid." After saying that, Hitomi slapped Minato on the head and said, "You guy, don't just smile like that at a girl, it will cause misunderstanding."
Misunderstand?
Minato didn't quite understand.
What can be misunderstood?
Did I really laugh so disgustingly?
Minato didn't dare to laugh anymore.
He kept a straight face.
"I really don't understand anything." Zhili chuckled and said, "That's great."