Prayers:

"In the middle of summer, the weather is getting hotter, can the temple be well?"

"Thank you very much for taking care of you, brother."

"He's a very spoiled child, and he may have caused you a lot of inconvenience, but please treat him like a little bit on a thin side."

"He doesn't have a sweet tooth, he likes wooden fish and tomatoes, so if you have something to spare in the temple, please take care of him in your diet. My younger brother is young and doesn't know that firewood, rice, oil, and salt are difficult to cook alone, this is a request for a certain life, and if the Jingdian agrees, a certain person must be grateful."

"Bow deeply outside the paper and ask Jingdian Dai to pay attention to his physical condition, if there is a sudden illness, there are some medicines left in the cabinet in the bedroom of the elders of the mansion, which are all handmade by Nara and Autumn Road, and they can be relieved." If he is seriously ill, please take him to the hospital for treatment, and he knows that he is stubborn and paranoid, and at that time, please ask the Jing Temple to take measures to get him sick."

"On the ninth day of the seventh month of the seventh month, I guessed that there was a little time, and the twenty-third day of the month was my brother's birthday, and I hated myself for not being able to celebrate my birthday, and I wish the Jingdian a good childhood for him, thank you very much."

"If my brother suddenly disappears, please go to the following 'secret bases' where he is hiding: the bamboo forest three hundred meters west of the clan land, the back of the wardrobe in the elder's bedroom, and the attic of the famous vegetable and fruit store on South Street, thank you very much."

"The song composed by the Jingdian is very happy, and I have used a loudspeaker to record my brother's singing some time ago, which can be regarded as a little consolation for a certain displacement."

"I know that I am too much mother-in-law, and in return, I will try to tell the news that the Jingdian needs and can help, but I can't do anything that violates Konoha and causes harm, and this kind of thing will not be allowed."

"Replies can also be sent in the name of the Underground Money Bank in the Land of Fire. In the future, please take care of a certain brother and respect him."

- Itachi Uchiha.

"Dead Perverted Brother Controls ......"

After reading the letter, Shizune Uchiha lay on the desk in the bedroom tiredly, Kakashi had just returned from a mission and was as tired as her, and he was not in the Uchiha house.

She is really going to be irritated by some trivial matters these days, and the sudden death of Jun Ito has returned to the national capital on her own under her spell and has been ordered to move freely, but the things to do in and out of the village are still too complicated, making her weak.

She counted the things she had to do on weekdays and the pits she had to dig in advance in her scheduled plan, and she couldn't help but let out a groan of more annoyance, scratching her scalp and getting up and rushing to the big bed in the room.

Help Danzo deal with documents, control public opinion while manipulating Ito Run's unobtrusive pandering, buy the hearts of some ninjas and potential stocks, build a good relationship with each ninja, and take classes at the ninja school for a forehead protector, as well as the most painful physical training for her.

Of course, these are not the most important things, what bothers Uchiha the most at the moment is that there are almost 20,000 street children and war orphans on the Shin side; There is a shortage of manpower in terms of training, and in terms of resource supply, relying on the city that never sleeps to make fake accounts cannot fill this bottomless pit.

Uchiha Shizune was so squeezed by her chest that she couldn't breathe, turned over and was pressed again, she was very tired from sitting, and she couldn't help frowning and threw the pillow out with some worries, and simply stopped looking ahead and solved the biggest problem first.

She sat down at her desk again, tore off a piece of stationery, and scribbled on Jun Ito to allocate the funds to her other account, intending to hit the south wall by mistake again and again.

If you kill Jun Ito alone, you can still use some ways to get justified, but if you not only kill the high-level leaders of the Fire Country who embezzle state funds and manipulate the soul of the other party, but also gain benefits.

Once discovered, it will really provoke a world war and become a sinner in the ninja world for the ages......

She hastily wrote and put it aside to send the letter tomorrow morning, turning the pencil in her hand and not knowing what letters to reply to Uchiha Itachi, after a long time, she found that the two had nothing to talk about at all, and they couldn't even meet the basic conditions required for each other, and it was completely a unilateral request from the other party.

She was completely dismissive of Uchiha Itachi's last words that could provide assistance, after all, the assistance he said was basically around the village, not based on her personal needs, according to this dead brother's thinking, she would definitely say that she violated Konoha and refused, this kind of promise was tantamount to a blank check.

"Don't talk nonsense, I saw in the Root Special File that the Uchiha clan still has some special research on the Writing Wheel Eye, you give me all this in a clear and unhidden way, and I will ensure that your brother lives to the age of thirteen."

Uchiha thought for a moment and then added a sentence, "Otherwise, I will make him hungry every day without tomatoes, wooden fish rice balls, and I will force him to eat a lot of three-color balls and slimy natto!"

She smirked and closed the other envelope, although the threat was too much of a joke, but with the Uchiha Itachi's IQ, she could definitely tell that there was more than that, and even the deliberate handwriting of this sentence could tell the writer's cruelty.

After writing the second letter, the Uchiha Shizune tore off a piece of letterhead, intending to inform him in advance of Orochimaru's relay, so that he could reduce the population and promote the more prominent and bloody children among them.

"Now, the wallet has been a bit tight lately, so let's have a big selection first—in a fighting way."

"By the way, Nobu-kun, don't forget that I want a herd of livestock, not dolls."

She thought about how to solve the problem of lack of manpower in training, but in the end, she could only add a nonsense sentence, which was better than nothing: "Just teach them how to extract chakras and cut people with knives, it's best to stimulate them to vent their desires at ordinary times, and if they can't do it, they will die, Xinjun."

Shizun Uchiha threw down her pencil and rose up, placing the three letters in the space bar, then pounced on the big bed again, pondering what her feelings for Kakashi were all about.

"It's okay ......if you're okay," she murmured, but not with the same annoyance as her words, but with confusion and preference, she couldn't tell what it was.

The stitch grass that has deteriorated countless times can't completely cure the soul pain, but at least it has expelled some of the darkness in her heart, and Uchiha Shizune is still tormented by the pain of the soul, and she wants the full version of the suture grass even more, and she wants to kill the system even more.

Danzo, Sarutobi, and Itachi are all just humans, and trying to kill them is just a matter of spending some money to grind their mouths, and Ten Tails can also trip it by forcibly extracting chakra (construction order), but this system is the only ......

The Uchiha had fallen in love with the world where she could enjoy everything if she had a firm foothold, but if she wanted to stay here, she would have to conquer the world and cause destruction, and if she didn't, she would die......

"Alas......"

There were two pillows on the bed, one had been thrown away by her and the other was used by Kakashi, which made the Uchiha Shizutsu, who was used to hugging the pillow and curling up to sleep, calm down a little more irritated.

After a long time, a complaint full of disgust came from the quiet bedroom.

"Really, the pillow is full of saliva."