[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

Unsurprisingly, Harry was sent home again by an adult himself.

This time the adult is none other than the well-known Kazekage-sama——'s subordinate.

Harry led the way, and the man followed two steps behind. Several boys of different heights ran quickly to overtake them, then turned their heads and made faces at Harry.

Harry kept his head down and walked on without even looking at them.

The boys knew they were bored, but they were unwilling to give up. The leading child king rolled his eyes and shouted: "The wild species you picked up!"

Harry stopped, looked up at the corner of the street behind them, and said, "Mother, why did the hospital get off work so early today?"

The complexions of the boys changed drastically, especially the one in the lead. His face instantly became as pale as the scarf on his shoulders to block the wind and sand.

"I, I, I didn't say anything!" He clarified in a panic, turning his head to say hello, while trying to change the topic, "Hello, auntie! The weather is so nice today, goodbye, auntie—"

He found that there was no one behind him.

Even though they knew they had been cheated, the boys still felt ashamed, and they didn't want to trouble Harry any more, so they quickly dispersed in twos and threes.

Harry continued to lead the man home calmly.

When the elders and children arrived at the door, Harry moved a broken brick from the corner to the door, stood on it, and opened the lock with the key hanging around his neck on tiptoe.

To prevent wind and sand, the buildings in the village are all built in the shape of bunkers. The walls are thick and the windows are small and high. Even in the daytime, the houses are very dark.

When the man followed into the house, Harry closed the door, lit the oil lamp familiarly, and lit the fire in the hearth to boil water. He greeted the guests as if he was a little host: "Sit down for a while, my mother should hurry up." get off work."

Holding the brown rice tea he had brewed, the man who had been silent all the way finally spoke: "Where's your father?"

Harry took a sip of water, and looked at him in surprise when he heard this: "I died on the battlefield before I was born, don't you know?... I thought you checked our family's household registration file before?"

Before being sent home, he sat at the door of Fengying's office for half an hour. During this period, the clerical staff came in and out with large and small scroll folders. They were not checking his family situation, but Mr. Fengying. Sudden workaholic possession must be busy with business?

His rhetorical question stunned the man for a moment, and then, his gaze became more meaningful.

Harry was not uncommonly caught with this monster-looking look, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, not caring at all whether the man would evaluate him as a 'precocious kid' or a 'bright freak'.

The two chatted a few more words intermittently, the door was pushed open, and a thin figure stepped in under the wind and sand: "I'm back."

Harry jumped out of the chair to meet him, and called, "Mother."

The woman patted his head, and replied lightly: "Xiao Sa."

The interaction between mother and son is polite, not alienated, but not as cordial as an ordinary family.

This scene was watched by the man next to him.

The woman was not surprised when she found the third person in the room, she turned to Harry and asked, "He sent you back?"

"Yes." Harry replied, introducing the man's identity by the way.

The woman nodded: "Got it, you go back to your room first."

Harry obediently went back into the house to his own room, shut the door, and made space for the (physical) adults to talk.

He was not too curious about what the man would say to his mother. In the past six months, he had been sent home by adults from various families, and what they would tell his mother was nothing more than 'this child is always being bullied' or 'this child is Say something weird'.

The 50-year-old foreign soul inside is destined to be unable to be like other children from birth.

Adults have long lost the child's talent for learning languages. It took him a full year to become familiar with the language system of the world when he first arrived, and he only spoke his first words when his current physical age was nearly two years old.

After that, because his existing three views were completely contrary to the mainstream of the world, he made many reactionary remarks that he thought were correct but were actually too shocking.

Human beings are group animals, and instinctively reject those who don't fit in. His many differences have attracted discrimination from children of the same age who live nearby.They all knew that his father died young, and after discovering that his mother was too busy with work to take care of him, they became more unscrupulous, and the initial teasing and running gradually developed into violent bullying.

He is too lazy to be serious with a group of little kids, but he will not be so stupid as to stand and let others bully him. Once he finds that something is wrong, he will go to the nearby adults and show weakness.

Adults actually can't like him, but after all, he is not a willful child, and he will not be emotional.Out of 'morality' and 'responsibility', they would lend a helping hand, and then send him home to complain to his mother.

Harry had a well-thought-out plan, thinking that this time was the same as it had happened so many times before—the biggest difference was probably that he said something he shouldn't have said in front of the honorable Kazekage-sama this time, and the defendant's statement was more serious than usual. Be serious.

However he was wrong.

He heard a ping-pong sound outside, like a cup or something fell on the ground, and then a roar: "Of course he is my child!"

His mother was obviously very angry, her voice raised an octave, and even through a door, it was so sharp that it was harsh: "He is my child—my own child!"

After hearing the content of this sentence clearly, Harry was not surprised by the movement outside the door at all.

Ever since he gradually became able to understand the language of the world, he has heard neighbors secretly talking about his life experience.Everyone said that his mother once had a child who died of a serious illness. A few days later, his mother picked up another child from outside the village, and that was him.

Of course, he also doubted the veracity of the rumors. When he came to this world, this body was already one year old, and he had never experienced childbirth; and their mother and son were not similar in appearance, and their relationship had always been neither salty nor warm, always There is no intimacy of a mother and child who depend on each other.

From his side, it's not difficult to understand - in his conception, his mother is younger than him.Regardless of his age, he, who had never had the concept of maternal love in his last 50 years, suddenly had a biological mother overnight, and it was really difficult for him to take on the role well.

But from his mother's point of view, this is very abnormal - facing the inheritor of her own blood, the only connection with her husband who died young, and the flesh and blood of the pained childbirth after ten months of pregnancy, which mother would not want to be intimate with herself What about your child?

He had already prepared himself, if she wanted to hug and even kiss him, he would accept it, just like any child his age would do.

But she didn't. The most intimate move she had ever done to him was to reach out and touch his head.

Thinking about it this way, it's hard not to doubt their blood relationship.

This doubt did not survive for a long time, and it was self-defeating in an unexpected incident.

That day, the neighbor's child called Harry "picked up outside", which was heard by Harry's mother.

The usually weak and melancholy woman suddenly went mad, and the lingering grief in her eyes was replaced by anger.She rushed to the door of the neighbor's house, screaming hysterically, emphasizing over and over again that her little Sa was her own child, until the neighbor's child was scared to cry, and the neighbor led the child out to apologize.

...It's like getting angry from embarrassment after being told the truth.

Harry thought so at the time, and then, listening to the female voice hoarse due to over-excitement outside the door, he felt a little guilty because of the darkness in his heart.

He may not be used to it, he may not accept it, but he should never question a mother's sincerity.

Maybe that's what motherly love is?Pure, persistent, and extreme.

Whether or not the neighbors really believed it, Harry never once again suspected that he—his body, exactly—was not his mother's.

After finishing the short memory, Harry involuntarily began to pay attention to the conversation outside.

He imagined that the man would mention several situations in which he was not his own: maybe "your child has been bullied by other children, but you still ignore it, isn't he his own?" ’; maybe ‘You just leave such a small child alone at home?Do you have such a mother? '; By the way, it may also be 'I heard the neighbor's children calling the wild species he picked up, what's the situation? '...

No amount of imagination is better than hearing, Harry quietly opened the door a crack, and pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation outside the door.

"...I know, ma'am, you only have such a child and you can't bear him, but this is the decision made by Master Fengying himself."

"Just...does it have to be him? He told me when he was very young that he didn't want to be a ninja, and his personality is indeed not suitable for this job. There are so many children in the village, and there are many who are similar to him. , why is it him?"

"Master Fengkage said that this child has the most potential he has ever seen. From my point of view, Master Fengkage has the right vision. This child is indeed very suitable."

"I don't agree! It doesn't matter if it's an ordinary ninja, that kind of identity...that kind of shady existence...you are killing him!"

"No, ma'am, you are wrong. In this day and age, especially on the battlefield, the life of an ordinary ninja is the most worthless thing. He may not be able to kill enemies on the battlefield like others and become famous everywhere, but what he did The contribution will be the greatest."

"What's the point of that? His existence will be dreadful and disgusting, and he will eventually have to die like a maggot in an unknown corner—"

"Ma'am, he may not necessarily die. As long as he is really as smart as he appears, he can escape unscathed when he wants. Moreover, before the mission begins, he will receive the best teaching and training until be prepared."

The more Harry heard it, the more he felt something was wrong, his brain spinning rapidly, but he still couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.

While he was thinking, his mother sent the guests away, stood at the door in a daze for a while, turned around and called him out.

"Master Kazekage visited the nursery today and asked you a question?" the woman asked.

Harry nodded obediently.

"You told him that you cherish your life and don't want to die no matter what?" the woman asked again.

Harry nodded again, opened his mouth, and wanted to add a few words of explanation, after thinking about it, he didn't have anything to say, so he didn't make a sound.

His mother looked straight into his eyes, dazed.

She really likes these eyes, and often looks at them like this.Harry guessed that his eyes resembled her late husband's, allowing her to escape from the heavy reality for a short time and return to those carefree and sweet times.

"What did the lord want me to do?" He boldly suggested, "Is it okay if I don't agree?"

The woman pulled the corner of her mouth stiffly, showing a bitter smile: "It's useless, we have no choice."

She let out a long sigh, sat down on the chair slumpedly, buried her face in her palms, exhausted both physically and mentally.

The next day, Fengying's subordinates came to the door again.Harry's mother, who was rarely at work, took Harry by the hand and handed him into the man's hand along with a small parcel containing some of his personal belongings.

Harry was taken away from home in such a daze, and lived in a semi-enclosed dormitory.

There are more than a dozen boys and girls living with him, all older than him, but the oldest is no more than five years old. Their small faces are full of maturity that does not match their age, and the eyes that look at others are so penetrating that it makes people tremble .

They seem to be the focus of care in the village, and each has his own individual tutor.Harry's teacher, the man who picked him up at the beginning, called himself 'Tiger'.

Harry has 50 years of experience, even if no one told him clearly, he deduced the meaning of this training course from his daily learning content within two days.

——These children are being cultivated as spies who can be placed in other countries, steal information, or split people's hearts in the future.

It's outrageous, it's cruel, but... very reasonable.

Children have always been synonymous with innocence, purity and clarity. People are not wary of young children. The younger they are, the more suitable they are to make contributions in espionage warfare.

War does not give them time to grow up.

After figuring this out, Harry fell into confusion again.

Spies, what they do is stealthy and shady. They should select those individuals who seem very ordinary at first glance, so that they can perfectly integrate into various environments, and they will not be seen through before the operation begins, and they will be caught and killed.However, he does not meet the basic conditions of being 'ordinary' and 'like everyone else'.

Although he is not good-looking, and his gray hair and gray eyes are not eye-catching, but his performance over the past year is really a bit too unconventional.

Harry couldn't figure it out. During one class, he finally couldn't help asking Mr. Hu: "Why on earth... chose me?"

"Because you dare not die." Mr. Hu looked at him with deep eyes and meaningful meaning, "In order not to die, you will do everything possible to live, even if it is to use the lives of others as a stepping stone, even if it is to crawl out of hell."