In Konoha Village, a heavy rain is pouring down.The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a gray curtain, and the sky was lead-gray and heavy, as if carrying countless sorrows.The ink-colored raindrops are like angry fists, hitting the earth fiercely. Every drop of rain seems to be venting the long-suppressed emotions deep in my heart, and it seems to be filled with endless sorrow and anger. Cry out all the injustice in this world.
A young man with white hair stood quietly in front of an unknown tombstone.He is Hagi Kakashi, the son of Hagi Shumo.He stood in silence like that, without any waves in his eyes, as if everything around him, including the heavy rain, had nothing to do with him.The raindrops wetted his slightly thin body wantonly, and the cold rain fell down his cheeks. He didn't mean to avoid it. It seemed that only in this way could the pain that was almost overflowing from the bottom of his heart and was about to be completely swallowed by him be slightly extinguished.
It has been three days since Konoha Baiya Hagi Shuomao was buried.In the past three days, Kakashi felt as if he was in a dark abyss, unable to extricate himself.His father, Konoha Baiya, who was once a well-known Konoha in Konoha Village, was a hero with many military achievements, but he died of self-murder because of the so-called betrayal of the village's mission.The villagers regarded the former heroes as their own, full of contempt and hatred. Their indifferent eyes and vicious words were like sharp knives, mercilessly stabbing Kakashi's already fragile heart.In their eyes, he was like a puppet who had lost his soul, standing blankly in front of the small tomb without a name.He didn't understand why his father was treated like this. That small tomb didn't even have a formal name that should belong to a hero.What a cruel reality this is. It is just a false stain that completely negates all the glory and exploits of his father before. Konoha's attitude towards heroes now makes Kakashi feel disheartened.
"..." Kakashi looked at the small tomb silently, his heart was full of ashes, it seemed that all hope and vitality were washed away by the cold rain at this moment.He couldn't figure out why his father existed like a god in his heart, and why it suddenly became such an ending.Is it because of the task?But he knew that his father was extremely serious and loyal to every task.Is it because of friendship?My father is also full of affection for the village, for his friends, and for his family.What about the so-called will of fire?Could it be that just because of a false crime, the hero must be ashamed?Countless questions swirled in Kakashi's mind, but he couldn't find the answer.
Suddenly, Kakashi's keen ears moved slightly, and he slowly looked to his side.
"Sorry, I still want to try to be quiet and not make a sound.Is it still bothering you?"A figure appeared in his vision.It was a man holding a black oil-paper umbrella. He was wearing a dazzling pure white feather weave and a pair of flat glasses on his face. The whole person looked gentle and calm.The man was carrying a heavy-looking basket in his hand, and he slowly walked to Kakashi's side.
In the midst of the heavy rain that was shrouded like a black curtain, the man's pure white feather weave and the steaming food basket were particularly abrupt, but the faint warm atmosphere exuding around it was incompatible with this cold environment. Out of place.However, it was this kind of warmth that made Kakashi's heart reject the smiling man in front of him even more, because he knew exactly who this man was.
This seemingly gentle incarnation of the man slowly saluted the nameless tomb in the heavy rain, with respect in his movements.Then, he squatted down gently in line with his height, looking at Kakashi, who was silent in front of the tombstone with a compassionate expression on his face, and then put the basket in his hand on the muddy ground. .
"...still don't want to talk?"The man was holding an oil-paper umbrella, half kneeling on the dirty ground, regardless of the sludge soiling his pure white feather weave, his low but magnetic voice sounded softly, like a breeze trying to penetrate the thick line of defense in Kakashi's heart to comfort.
"But even if it's a little tougher, I have to interrupt, Kakashi Jun.If you continue like this, you will not be able to support it. No matter what kind of emotions, you also need a sound body to support it."The staggered bamboo cover covering the basket, you can faintly see some steam rising slowly.The wisps of steam carried a seductive sweet smell floating in the air, it was an irresistible fragrance, and even Kakashi instinctively looked sideways.
Seeing that Kakashi, who was five or six years old, was finally no longer as stubborn as before, the man showed a gentle smile full of kindness, and he stretched out his hand to gently lift the lid.I saw that in the basket, two bowls of freshly prepared ramen were being carefully placed, and the ramen was steaming up and lingering around.The ramen exudes a familiar and seductive aroma, the noodles are tender and shiny, the soup is rich and mellow, a few slices of fat and thin char siu meat are placed on top of the noodles, and there are green green onions as embellishments.The tangy aroma made Kakashi subconsciously swallow a mouthful of saliva.
"Kakashi, it's been three days, isn't it painful to be alone?"I brought you something hot to eat, Yile ramen.If you don't mind, how about we eat together?"