Another story of a violent passion (Eng version)

Infiltration in Konoha - Stop in Tankuzu

It took 14 years and two great wars for me to find myself again on the road leading to the border of the land of fire, argh, the borders go so easily nowadays, even more need for authorization, paperwork of all kinds. Even as a Missing-nin it's as if we've been forgiven of all our sins, I thought. I'm breathing. It lacks challenge.

Lulled by the light draughts that made the leaves of millennia-old trees sing, surviving the world war, I advance, perched on uncomfortable heels that made me look like a perfect beginner. Tanzuku was the first stage of the journey, a place where I was given a break, to draw up a plan before I entered this village where my face was to be associated with a rather juicy ransom among the special forces. I had never been blamed or even prosecuted for my actions. It is true that all the murders orchestrated during the fourth World war had made me look like a trainee at the time and, since that day, the coalition had made me lose half of my income as a bounty hunter. My income today consists of a few bills recovered from looters and coins found on the road that I drove a little more every day.

My stop in Tankuzu was mainly a festive stop where I hoped to be invited by the last drunk to the evening service and to enjoy a hot bath. Tankuzu was known in the area as a site where punters, cheating men and girls of joy became local population at night, but for me, I saw an opportunity.

A rumble came from my thoughts, it was late and I was hungry. The smells of freshly prepared dangos, the scents of various ramen broths took possession of the ambient air, the pavers began to stick to the exit of the various bars of the neighborhood, the boors were out. He was sure we were in a neighborhood that was not lacking in animation.

- Hey, pretty girl! Are you all alone? Would you like a little game of cards with me and my friends? said a man with a greasy voice.

- No way, thank you for your suggestion, but I don't play with animals! I eat them!" Say me by raising my hand to say goodbye from behind to my first applicant.

The man growled in his beard and threw his glass on the ground in protest before entering the Pachinko*. Proposals continued to flow from time to time, but an hour passed and I still had not found a single man capable of offering me sustenance, Not one I wanted to kill later because he would take me to a lousy hotel room so I could pay him in kind.

- Well, I'm not ready to eat today unless I give the last penny I have that could give me a place to sleep, I said.

I sat down in an alley at the corner of the main street, with my legs raised against my chest generously drawn by my black high-collar tank top, counting the pieces that remained for the evening. Then, without screaming, someone fired several times at my black sweatshirt, which was falling down my arm. I suddenly clenched my teeth and reflexively pulled a kunai out of my pocket to put it under the throat of my attacker, or rather... From my little opponent. Tears filled his eyes at lightning speed as he began to emit a sound more than harmful to the human ear, a sharp note that would have driven away even the dogs around. The small party running to take refuge in the night crowd releasing a white smoking bag at my feet. Even if this defense was not necessary, I was never too careful these days and more in a city as festive as I did not know.

With the tip of the kunai, I opened the bag and was surprised to see a Taiyaki* still warm. The boy had surely heard me babbling on my side and had sacrificed his last coins so that he could offer me something warm to eat. I felt strange, almost sore in my chest and hot. I dropped the gun and picked up the hot fish and crunched it without hesitation in a big bite as if death would catch me. It was good, my stomach finally thanked me for filling the void.