novelraw Chapter 141 The Orphanage, White and Zabuza
Chapter 141 The Orphanage, White and Zabuza
Chapter 141 The Orphanage, White and Zabuza
"In addition, there is something I need to entrust to you," Yuan Tuoye said after thinking for a moment.
"What is it, sir? Please tell me!" Immediately, Bai's eyes widened, showing great interest, or rather, he was very interested in being able to help Yuan Tuoye.
Jugo next to him had the same reaction, but he didn't say anything.
"Past experiences and certain actions of hers suggest that she might—do something contrary to my wishes." He did not specify what that "other thing" was, but this vague threat was enough to make the listener understand the seriousness of the matter.
Yuan Tuoye's gaze locked onto the two of them. "There must be someone who can stay close and continuously monitor her every move, and not miss any abnormalities."
"Yes, sir!" Bai's voice was resolute, and the initial excitement on his face was replaced by an almost sacred sense of mission.
"Please rest assured! Jugo and I will remain vigilant at all times and will not allow her any opportunity to take advantage!"
"Yes." Jugo nodded vigorously as well.
After calming the two children, Yuan Tuoye turned his gaze back to the vast, desolate snow in the distance, his thoughts drifting away.
He still has too many goals to deal with.
In terms of scientific research, although the "Ghost Sprout Technique" is not urgent for the time being, it cannot be easily stopped;
The study of natural energy is of paramount importance; how can we create an effective sealing technique to control it?
How can the "cursed seal" be modified to automatically absorb and transform this violent power?
Furthermore, the exploration of the true nature of bloodline limits will take time, and the arduous training to master "Sage Mode" is of utmost urgency. Even the "Lightning Release: Chakra Mode," which the Fourth Raikage was so proud of, requires dedicated effort to decipher and refine.
There is one more thing we cannot forget: the medical scroll that Tsunade solemnly left behind cannot be left unused.
The legendary "Sannin" might test him at any moment on a whim, and the consequences of underestimating these classic texts could be severe.
Finally, there's another part of that massive plan: the collection of tailed beast chakra.
Once these numerous and complicated matters have been sorted out, this arduous task can be put on the agenda.
He took a deep breath of the cold air, but his thoughts were unusually clear.
Fortunately, based on his understanding of the "future," the ninja world will usher in a rare period of rest and recuperation.
This relatively peaceful time was exactly what he needed. It was the golden period for him to immerse himself in research, accumulate knowledge and skills, and take one step at a time to reach a higher level and become powerful enough!
Feng Hua Nu Tao steeled himself and approached Momochi Zabuza's side. The dark and damp environment around him seemed to be steaming with the murderous aura emanating from this "demon".
He swallowed, trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible: "Zabuza-san, the master's arrangements—"
They're down.
Zabuza Momochi withdrew his gaze from the distance, his cold, icy eyes silently landing on Fuuka Noto's face, scrutinizing her with habitual caution, awaiting her next words.
"My lord—I appoint you as the vice director of the newly established orphanage." Feng Hua Nu Tao spoke quickly, almost in one breath, and then carefully observed the other party's expression.
The air suddenly froze.
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Zabuza Momochi, the rogue ninja who had reaped countless lives with his Executioner's Blade, was stunned for the first time ever.
His eyes, which had been half-closed, suddenly opened to their limit, his pupils contracted violently, and he stared intently at Feng Hua Nu Tao, as if trying to see through his skin to discern the truth of this absurd news.
His gaze was no longer cold, but mixed with extreme shock and disbelief, even the iconic cruel lines on his face seemed to distort.
"What?!"
The deep voice seemed to be squeezed out from a rough throat, carrying a cold skepticism and surging anger.
"Ahem—that's right, it was personally arranged by the adults that you would serve as the vice director of the orphanage."
Startled by his terrifying reaction, Feng Hua Nu Tao took a half step back, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and cold sweat instantly soaked his temples.
"Buzz!"
Without warning, a piercing sound tore through the air, shattering the silence!
The massive blade of the decapitation sword, exuding a suffocating killing intent and a pale, cold light, swept out with lightning speed!
The blade was sharp and fierce, scraping Feng Hua Nu Tao's cheeks until they stung. He could even clearly see the dark red rust that had not yet been wiped off the blade.
The broadsword hovered precisely and terrifyingly over his carotid artery, its icy blade pressed tightly against his skin. A bone-chilling cold instantly coursed through his body, and he could almost feel the chilling breath of death.
Feng Hua Nu Tao's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. His heart was about to jump out of his chest. He could only barely support himself with all his strength, and his face was as pale as paper.
Zabuza Momochi's deep, hoarse voice, like the deepest icicles of winter, exploded against the eardrums of the raging storm: "What did you—say to the master?"
Each word was like a sharp tooth laced with the stench of blood, filled with suppressed ferocity.
He couldn't understand! A ruthless man like him, who treated human life like dirt, whose very name could stop a child from crying at night, was to be thrown into a place full of fragile, noisy little devils? This was the greatest desecration and insult to his title of "Demon Man"!
"No—no! Absolutely not!" Feng Hua Nu Tao was so frightened that his voice trembled uncontrollably, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"I was shocked when I heard the news—I immediately, immediately asked the magistrate for the reason, but, but the magistrate—he didn't explain anything—"
Zabuza Momochi's tightly locked eyes were fixed on every subtle expression, every muscle twitch, and every flicker of Kazeka Nutō's gaze.
Time flowed slowly in the suffocating silence, with only the heavy, fearful breathing of the wind and waves and the distinct presence of the icy blade at his neck.
After a moment, the killing intent in Zabuza's eyes subsided very slowly.
The guy in front of me, who was so terrified he seemed to be genuinely not lying.
A heavy weight of doubt, like a massive block of iron, pressed down on Zabuza's heart.
He slowly sheathed his decapitation sword, the massive blade emitting a dull thud as it returned to its sheath.
My lord, what is that unfathomable being thinking?
His mind flashed back to his blood-stained hands and the countless figures he had slaughtered, then contrasted this with the image of caring for a group of innocent, vulnerable children in need of protection. This absurd combination filled him with an unprecedented sense of...
Sharp headache.
The cold-blooded killer instinctively rejects words like "gentle" and "care," as if it were an irony about his very nature.
However----
A barely audible sigh, mixed with helplessness and deep weariness, escaped from Zabuza Momochi's throat.
That is the will of adults.
Questioning? Rebellion? The fear brought by the unforgettable "lessons" of the past instantly shattered all the turmoil surging in his heart.
He never wanted to experience that deep-seated, soul-consuming pain again in his life.
That's it.
Finally, Zabuza Momochi lowered his eyelids, suppressing the countless questions and conflicts churning in his heart, along with the guillotine that symbolized slaughter.
With a numb sense of resignation, he bitterly accepted reality.
Managing an orphanage can't be more difficult than walking on the edge of a knife, can it?
When Yakushi Nonou saw Minamoto Takuya the moment she saw him, her whole body tensed up.
Those usually gentle and calm eyes were now filled with indescribable fear, as if they had witnessed some terrifying nightmare descending upon them.
"Take good care of them," Takuno's voice was calm and even. His gaze merely swept over Nono, yet it made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave. "This is probably your only task."
"—Yes, yes! Master, I—I will take good care of them." Yakushi Nonou's voice trembled almost imperceptibly as she answered almost instinctively.
She forced herself to lower her head, but the doubts in her heart were so thick that she couldn't shake them off, yet she didn't dare to ask any questions.
The other party went to great lengths, even resorting to unscrupulous means, to take her, the former "walking priestess," away from Konoha. Was their ultimate goal simply to imprison her in this humble orphanage and make her an unknown director?
The change came too abruptly, like a suffocating fog of war, leaving her completely disoriented.
However, the bloody lessons of the past made her realize that whether or not she understood Yuan Tuoye's orders was never important; absolute obedience was the only way.
So she suppressed her confusion and solemnly made the promise.
The orphanage gates did not remain silent for long. Just as Yuan Tuoye said, the world has never lacked orphans, and one after another, young and apprehensive faces were brought in.
Even setting aside the fact that the embers of war have not yet dissipated, the barrenness, backwardness, and cruelty of the ninja world in the so-called peaceful era meant that orphans were an inevitable part of life.
Soon, the few not-so-spacious rooms were filled with the soft sounds of children. Although still simple, they brought a touch of warmth and human touch.
At first, looking at the children brought by the ninjas, Yakushi Nonou felt an uncontrollable chill run through her heart.
Given Yuan Tuono's terrifying methods, could it be that he—created these orphans in some horrific way? The thought sent chills down her spine.
But soon, through her keen observations as an undercover agent and some subtle questioning, the facts shattered her assumptions.
Most of these children were dressed in rags, covered in wounds, and their eyes held the numbness and terror of being whipped by a cruel world.
They were indeed orphans who had long been living on the streets, and no one cared about them.
If it weren't for the Snow Village's shelter, many of them, with their frail bodies, would have been destined to perish silently in this harsh winter, frozen to death in some unknown corner.
Upon learning this, Pharmacist Nonou was plunged into unprecedented confusion.
Could it be that she has been misunderstanding him all along? Could it be that this cold and even cruel collector also harbors such a glimmer of light deep within his heart?
Thinking about this, she felt a strong sense of unease.
This thought intensified when her gaze fell upon Zabuza Momochi, the "vice-director" of the orphanage.
This demon from Kirigakure has slain countless lives, and his fearsome reputation is like a blood-stained banner in the ninja world.
Yakushi Nonou recognized his imposing figure and the iconic outline of his guillotine almost immediately.
She was deeply worried. How could such a wicked demon, whose hands were stained with blood, be content with the heavy responsibility of nurturing young creatures?
However, Yakushi Nonou could not make any decisions. Minamoto Takuno's decision was not open to questioning. She could only bury her worries deep in her heart and observe silently. If the other party dared to harm the children, she would definitely stop them.
But to her surprise, Zabuza Momochi's behavior was completely different from her stereotypes.
His fierce-looking face and terrifying aura initially scared away some of the children who approached.
Only the child named Bai, instead of retreating, took the initiative to approach time and time again, fearlessly getting closer to what others saw as a "demon".
Later on—Yakushi Nonou would often see that surprising, even somewhat amusing, scene: the “Oni” who had once struck fear into the hearts of his enemies on the battlefield would stand stiffly in place, surrounded by a group of chattering, daring children.
The furrowed brows of his face did not reveal murderous intent, but rather an almost clumsy helplessness and awkward stiffness.
Yakushi Nonou gently shook her head, shaking off her tangled thoughts.
The afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the window, gently bathing the children playing indoors.
Their innocent, heartfelt smiles, like the warmest sunshine, pierced through the thick defenses in her heart.
She might know what Yuan Tuoye was planning, but even if she did, could she give up on these children? Could she refuse to be with them, refuse their genuine smiles?
Yakushi Nonou knew she couldn't refuse, so even though it was an open conspiracy, she had no choice but to jump in without regret.
After all, these children are innocent no matter what!
Zabuza Momochi naturally disliked trouble, so even after becoming the vice-director, he had no desire to work and would glare at any children who tried to approach him.
Then he encountered Bai, and of course he threatened Bai, but it had no effect whatsoever.
The moment Bai saw him, he understood that the person in front of him was just like himself before he met the adult, a walking corpse with nothing but emptiness.
Because he empathized with the other person, he wanted to help them get out of that situation.
Those children were naturally led by Haku and Jugo, which is why they surrounded Zabuza Momochi every day. Haku watched all of this happen and he could feel that although the other party was still very impatient every time, his eyes were slowly getting warmer.
If this continues, the other person will definitely be able to break free from that state.
Bai smiled as he thought about it.
Then, he and Jugo looked over at the gentle Pharmacist Nono, who was taking care of everyone. She was also someone the adults had told them to pay attention to.
During these days, they both felt that the other was a gentle person who was sincere towards them.
Would someone like that really betray their parents?
Shiro and Jugo exchanged a glance and made their decision: the adults' affairs would come first, but they would do their best to dissuade Yakushi Nonou from any possible betrayal.
They did not want to see the two sides go to war.
And so, the orphanage in Snow Village was established in full swing.
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