*DS's masterpiece (skip this if you don't want to see how I write)

Great, since not many people are familiar with my workflow, let me explain it to you.

First, let's try throwing the previous text directly into the roll and see what happens.

Note: I've already imposed a series of restrictions, including no summaries, no tables, no scripted elements, and no ancient Chinese style, before DS looks somewhat normal (is it normal???).

In short, please watch the video:

(Put the original text in and roll, continuing from the previous text)

ds:

The sun is shining brightly. People are walking on the street, children are running, and vendors are calling out their wares. (Sunny day JPG, a common descriptive technique used by ds, with extensive repetition)

It was very lively. (I absolutely hate this kind of sentence structure.)

It's nothing special. (But DS seems to think I like it, and they do this to me Tenten.)

There was absolutely no indication that these people had a deep-seated blood feud in the past. (This is the beginning, repeating the previous text)

Hideki leaned against the window, watching the figures coming and going, his mind a jumbled mess.

Those people are now walking on the street, greeting Senju members, buying things at shops run by Uchiha, and sitting together by the roadside eating and chatting. (Okay, repeating again. DS completely doesn't understand basic writing principles. The same information shouldn't be repeated more than three times. My descriptions were already quite comprehensive; any further repetition would be annoying. I should have changed the format. But DS only knows this kind of inefficient and garbage description.)

Just six months ago, they were still fighting each other.

How did they do it?

Hideki couldn't understand. (The phrase "couldn't understand" has appeared eight hundred times. You have no idea how tormented I am by extremely bizarre descriptive words like "so-and-so can't understand" or "meaningless smile.")

He tried to imagine himself eating with the Hagoromo Clan.

The moment the thought crossed my mind, a wave of nausea washed over me. (Remove the "feeling" part.)

No.

I can't do it. (Here we go again, rolling eyes)

Just imagining that scene sent chills down his spine and made him want to kill. (This sentence is alright.)

But the people of Konoha did it.

How did they do it? (Can you please stop repeating what I said before? I'm fucking impressed.)

Hideki lowered his head, staring at his hands. (What are you looking at your hands for?)

His hands were clean, untouched by blood. He grew up in the Land of Whirlpools, never seen a battlefield, never killed anyone. (I'm dying of laughter, Ninja never sees a battlefield, haha!)

But those hands are now trembling slightly.

He recalled the emotions that surged within him when Sōsuke asked him that question in the store earlier. (Please, don't keep talking about this, I don't like reading this.)

Anger.

Hatred.

Murderous intent. (Damn, these three words can't be said together; they have to be separated.)

So fresh, so piping hot, it feels like it just happened yesterday. (Yes, yes, he's starting to repeat himself.)

But that happened five years ago. (Who the hell told you it's been five years, huh? Hideki is set to be 21 years old, 8 years old, five years, 13??? You, I (angry))

Five years. (rolls away)

Hideki closed his eyes.

He suddenly understood what Sōsuke meant by that. (What did you understand?)

[That's how Konoha is. Everyone carries something in their heart.]

Those things didn't disappear.

It was just suppressed.

It's pressed very deep, very deep. (Could you... no, you've already used a hyphen, so please continue using it?)

But they're still here.

I've always been here. (Do you have to repeat yourself twice?)

Once that spot is touched, it will surge up and overwhelm you. (The phrase "so fresh, so hot, as if it just happened yesterday" is too repetitive and gives a terrible impression.)

Hideki leaned against the window, lost in thought for a long time. (What the hell are you daydreaming about? You're an envoy, no, you're 21 already, be more sensible, go investigate people's livelihoods, okay? Seriously.)

It was long enough that the light outside the window began to dim, long enough that there were fewer and fewer people on the street, long enough that I could hear the sound of doors opening and closing next door. (Long, my ass!)

He finally moved. (Wow, that was a bit of a fuss.)

He stood up, walked to the table, and sat down. (Okay, one meal at a time)

There was a pot of cold tea on the table. He poured himself a cup and drank it down in one gulp, not caring whether it was cold or not. (Not caring whether it was cold or not, haha)

The tea slid down my throat, a cool sensation spreading through my stomach. (This sentence is alright.)

He put down his cup and looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky. (One action, one description, right?)

Tomorrow.

I'm going to see Sōsuke- nii again tomorrow. (DS's usual technique *2, not knowing what will happen next, so it keeps looping)

He agreed. (?)

Hideki stood up, walked to the bedside, and lay down.

Before he closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was Sōsuke standing at the shop entrance. (Damn it, wasn't it after I closed my eyes???)

Sunlight fell on his red hair, making it shimmer. (Familiar? Yes, it's that kind of useless and highly repetitive description typical of DS.)

He smiled gently and said, "See you tomorrow." (repeated)

Hideki thought, maybe this is why Sōsuke chose to stay here. (If Sōsuke knew how you were talking about him, he'd probably come and brainwash you on the spot.)

It's not because that Lord Izuna so powerful. (He's really powerful, what the hell are you saying?!)

It's because someone is waiting for him here. (Who is it?)

It's because someone here smiles at him. (?)

It's not because he's Sōsuke from the Uzumaki Clan, but because he is Sōsuke himself. (Isn't that obvious?)

That's all. (So sentimental--)

Hideki closed his eyes.

I slept without any dreams.

(1/1)

(Okay, second roll)

Hideki sat by the window, staring blankly outside.

The sun was shining brightly. People were walking on the street, children were running, and vendors were hawking their wares.

It's very lively.

It's quite ordinary.

There was absolutely no indication that these people had a deep-seated blood feud in the past.

He stared at the children running around, suddenly feeling somewhat dazed.

Among those children, some had black hair, some had brown hair, and a few had hair so light it was almost white.

It's unclear which family they belong to.

No, maybe they don't even care anymore.

Hideki recalled what Sōsuke had said earlier.

Everyone carries something in their heart. Those things don't disappear; they're just suppressed.

He looked down at his hands.

Those hands had just held chopsticks, eaten roast chicken, and chatted with Sōsuke.

A very ordinary hand.

But not long ago, the owner of these hands felt his heart pounding so hard he almost exploded when he heard the words "the Hagoromo Clan".

The anger, the hatred, the things he thought had long since disappeared, had always been there.

They've simply hidden it.

It was hidden so well that even he himself had forgotten about it.

But once it's brought up, it immediately comes to mind.

Like the tide.

Hideki closed his eyes.

He recalled the smiling faces of the people on the streets of Konoha.

I think of those children who ran past.

I remember Sōsuke standing at the shop entrance, the sunlight falling on his hair.

How did they do it?

How do people who have something on their minds manage to walk with a smile every day?

He didn't know.

The sunlight outside the window moved slowly, climbing from the window frame onto the tatami mat, and then onto the wall.

Hideki just sat there, motionless.

(Okay, delete all of the above and rewrite it. I'm truly impressed.)

Until someone knocked on the door.

"Hideki?"

It's Yuansheng's voice. (Oh, finally!)

Hideki snapped out of his daze, stood up, and opened the door.

Yuansheng stood outside the door, his expression somewhat subtle. (What's subtle about you?)

"Quhai wants to see you."

Hideki nodded and followed him outside.

Walk through the corridor to the door of the room Quhai.

Yuansheng pushed open the door and stepped aside to let him in. (JPG clips, one after another)

Inside the room, Quhai was still sitting in his usual spot by the window. Hang was there too, sitting opposite him, his expression still that unapproachable look. (Hang is so annoying, can't we just leave him out, bro?)

Hideki walked in and stood in the center of the room.

Quhai looked at him.

"Have you figured it out?" (Have you figured out what?)

Hideki was silent for a moment.

Then he shook his head. (Why are you shaking your head? I really...)

"No," he said, "But something has been on my mind."

Quhai raised an eyebrow. (Please, don't raise your eyebrows.)

"What's up?"

Hideki looked up and met his gaze.

"Quhai," he said, "I'd like to wander around Konoha some more tomorrow." (Oh! That's a good idea!)

Hang frowned.

"Why are you still turning it? Haven't you heard enough of that ingrate's words?" (This line sounds so out of place if it's not Yuansheng saying it.)

Hideki didn't say anything. (Please, don't stay silent, I beg you.)

He was just looking at the Quhai. (Just looking at the yarn, damn it.)

Quhai looked at him for a while, then laughed. (Why are you laughing too, damn it!)

That smile was different from before. It wasn't one of relief, nor one of scrutiny; it was something... indescribable. (Something indescribable has appeared! sigh)

"Go ahead," he said. "Go if you want to." (Oh, I'm so sentimental.)

Hang paused for a moment, opened his mouth as if to say something, but Quhai raised his hand to stop him. (Seriously, can you two change this routine?)

Hideki bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Lord Quhai." (What's there to thank me for? I really couldn't hold it in anymore.)

He turned and left.

As he reached the door, he heard the sound of Quhai coming from behind him. (What are you trying to say now??? I've used it twice and you're going to imitate it to the end, right? Not finishing your sentence puts pressure on the enemy. If you keep doing this, people will suspect you have dementia, you know? Your brain is full of water and you speak too slowly.)

Hideki.

He stopped.

"Don't overthink it," Quhai said calmly. "Those who overthink things end up accomplishing nothing." (This sentence is okay, but I can't use it.)

Hideki was silent for a moment. (Could that moment not have happened?)

Then he nodded, pushed the door open, and went out. (Okay, let's count how many times the phrase "pushed the door open" appeared.)

The corridor was quiet. (Could this sentence be omitted? *2)

He stood there, looking at the sunlight outside, and suddenly felt a little tired. (*3)

It's not physical fatigue. (Holy crap, I'm getting sentimental.)

It's that kind of exhaustion... having something on your mind and not knowing where to put it. (Closes eyes)

He remembered what Sōsuke had said.

[Everyone has something on their mind.] (As expected of you, even after rolling, you're still so unique.)

Yes.

It's filled with things.

He was pretending too. (What are you pretending for, you idiot?)

I just didn't know what it was hiding before, but now I do. (You know nothing!)

Hideki took a deep breath and walked towards his room. (Isn't this back and forth interesting?)

Tomorrow.

I'll go check it out tomorrow.

Look at those people, how did they do it? (Rolls eyes)

(2/2)

Okay, I'm out of ideas. Let's try typing some serious text to point to:

Yuansheng walked in at this moment.

Yuansheng is 25 years old this year, just like Sōsuke. Hideki is four years younger than them, at 21.

Seeing his expression, Yuansheng asked him what was wrong.

Hideki: Nothing, where did you just go?

Yuansheng: Where else can we go? Let's stroll around the streets. It's a rare trip to the Land of Fire, we should bring back some souvenirs.

Hideki: Oh...

Yuansheng: But it really was unexpected.

Hideki: What?

Yuansheng: The atmosphere here is so much better than when I came before!

Hideki: What was Konoha like before...?

Yuansheng: Ah, that's right. It used to be so lifeless; the streets weren't nearly as lively as they are now. It's only been a month, and Hashirama Senju's governance is quite impressive.

Hideki: Actually, I heard that it was Uchiha Izuna made this place like this.

Yuansheng (disgusted): Huh? That scruffy, shabby Lucky Cat?

Hideki: Happening, Lucky Cat?

Yuansheng: Don't you think it looks like it?

Hideki: Uh... actually... if I had to say, I think it's Black Cat.

Yuansheng: But wasn't he always smiling?

(Throw it in and roll)

ds:

Hideki sat by the window, staring blankly outside.

The sun was shining brightly. People were walking on the street, children were running, and vendors were hawking their wares.

It's very lively.

It's quite ordinary.

There was absolutely no indication that these people had a deep-seated blood feud in the past.

(Okay, delete all of the above)

The sound of the door being pushed open interrupted his thoughts.

Hideki turned his head and saw Yuansheng walk in.

Yuansheng is four years older than him, twenty-five this year. Among the younger generation of the Uzumaki Clan, he is the most outstanding member of Hang's lineage. He is capable and quick-witted, but he has a sharp tongue and doesn't like anyone. (ds, what are you describing without permission? Delete it.)

"Hey." Yuansheng walked over and sat down next to him. "You look like you've been struck by lightning. What's wrong?" (Struck by lightning, haha (deleted))

Hideki shook his head.

"Nothing."

Yuansheng raised an eyebrow but didn't press the matter further. (Don't raise your eyebrow!!)

"Where did you just go?" Hideki asked.

"Where else can we go?" Yuansheng leaned back, hands behind his head. "Let's stroll around the streets. We rarely come to the Land of Fire; we should bring back some souvenirs." (Okay)

Hideki said "Oh" and didn't reply. (Could you please not use the phrase "didn't reply"?)

Yuansheng glanced at him.

"But it really is unexpected."

Hideki snapped out of his daze.

"What?"

"The atmosphere, ah, the atmosphere." Yuansheng raised his chin and pointed out the window, "It's much better here than when I came before."

Hideki paused for a moment. (Hideki isn't the type to be easily startled!)

What was Konoha like before?

Yuansheng thought for a moment.

"Ah, it was... lifeless," he said. "The streets weren't nearly as lively as they are now. People were walking with their heads down, ignoring everyone. Occasionally a few children would run by, but they all ran off in their own direction, avoiding each other as if they'd seen a ghost." (Please stop describing it.)

He paused.

"It'll only be about a month. Hashirama Senju's governance skills are pretty good." (I'm out of ideas, D-sensei didn't understand what I meant at all.)

Hideki was silent for a moment. (Could you please not just pause for a moment?)

"Actually, I heard that it was Uchiha Izuna made this place like this."

Yuansheng's expression changed instantly. (Instantly...)

Disgust.

Undisguised disgust. (Can you please stop repeating yourself?!)

"Huh?" He frowned. "That scruffy Lucky Cat?" (Hiss... it looks a bit strange now, I'll revise it later)

Hideki paused for a moment. (Okay, now that's more like it.)

"A Lucky Cat?"

"Don't you think it looks like it?" Yuansheng pointed to his own face, "Always smiling, it's annoying to look at."

Hideki opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He recalled the appearance of Uchiha Izuna in the Meeting Room earlier.

Smiling, indeed.

His tone of voice was also lazy, like he was chatting with a friend. (Chatting with a friend, haha (deleted))

But those eyes... (What happened to their eyes?)

Hideki thought for a moment.

"Uh... actually... if I had to say, I'd say it's Black Cat." (Holy crap, black eyes mean Black Cat, I thought you were going to say something else but this.)

Yuansheng blinked. (Blinking my foot!)

"Black Cat?"

"Hmm." Hideki nodded, "It's like... the kind that looks cute, but has sharp claws." (Hideki, do you remember when you were afraid of Izuna?)

Yuansheng was silent for a moment. (Don't... (weakly))

Then he laughed. (And please, don't mess with me like that.)

"Fine, Black Cat it is Black Cat." He waved his hand. "It's all the same anyway, nothing good."

Hideki looked at him, suddenly feeling somewhat dazed. (Dazed... (deleted))

Yuansheng disliked Uchiha Izuna.

That's normal. People from Hangan's lineage have never had a good impression of Konoha. The Uchiha are allies of the Senju, so they're naturally categorized as "not good people." (Isn't it because of what happened today???)

But...

He recalled the way Sōsuke looked when he mentioned Izuna at the roast chicken shop. (You don't need to read any further; delete the rest.)

That smile. That phrase, "Since he says it's possible, then it definitely is." That proud and confident look in his eyes.

The same person.

The two people present completely different perspectives.

"What are you thinking about?" Yuansheng's voice interrupted him.

Hideki snapped out of his daze.

"Nothing."

Yuansheng glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

The two sat quietly for a while.

The outside world is still bustling. The sun is still shining brightly.

Hideki stared at the sunlight, but his mind was a jumbled mess.

He remembered what Sōsuke said.

[Everyone carries something in their heart. Those things haven't disappeared, they've just been suppressed.] (Glancing at it, why are you starting on Teacher D again?)

He recalled how Sōsuke stood in the sunlight at the shop entrance just now.

Her red hair was glowing. Her smile was gentle.

[I'll stay here. This is my spot. I chose it myself.]

Hideki closed his eyes.

Did he even have a choice?

In the Land of Whirlpools, he was a member of the Uzumaki Clan, a member of the Royal Clan. Their path had already been laid out for him.

He never imagined he could choose for himself.

"Yuansheng."

"Um?"

Hideki opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Have you... ever thought about leaving the Land of Whirlpools?"

Yuansheng frowned.

"What?"

"It's just..." Hideki carefully chose his words, "... to go somewhere else. Like Sōsuke- nii." (What are you saying, kid?)

Yuansheng was silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

There was something indescribable about that smile. (Okay, I'm really going to skip this.)

"Silly boy," he said, "Sōsuke is Sōsuke. I am me." (Are you a girl?!)

Hideki didn't understand.

Yuansheng didn't explain either. (You damn well better explain something! Holy crap, you can even use patriotism as an excuse, I'm really speechless. (closes eyes))

He simply stood up and dusted himself off.

"Alright, stop overthinking," he said. "Quhai Kai is inviting Hashirama to dinner tonight; you're coming with me." (That evening...)

Hideki paused for a moment.

"Have a meal?"

"Yes." Yuansheng walked to the door and glanced back at him. "Didn't you always want to see what kind of person Hashirama Senju was?" (When did Hideki say that? Didn't you say it? No, you didn't say that either, why are you adding this drama? (angry))

The door closed behind him. (Okay, the door closed again.)

Hideki sat there, staring at the door, lost in thought for a while.

Hashirama Senju.

The Hokage of Konoha.

The person Uchiha Izuna was willing to follow behind... (This is so strange, family members.)

The person who made Sōsuke willing to stay. (Damn it!)

He suddenly became curious. (What are you curious about?)

What exactly does that person look like?

After reading the above, the scooter laughed heartily, "Great, it's completely unusable, keep rolling!"

Kids, is A-type any good? Hmm? Look at me.

Say!

Look me in the eyes!

Tell me if I can serve this? (Grabs)