This Man Isn't Too Cold

"So cute!

You're just going to throw a child this young to a junior and then abandon them?

This isn't what a father should do."

The woman in the middle, wearing a hat, looked at Bing San with tears in her eyes.

"Danzo, is this the child you adopted?

Tsk tsk tsk, look at those eyes, that nose, that mouth.

Oh my, who could it be, to abandon a child so much like you!"

The other woman said sarcastically while gesturing.

"What do you guys want?"

Danzo's voice trembled slightly, as if he was forcing himself to control his emotions.

"Danzo, why are you so shy? You're not a child anymore, we're not saying anything about you.

Good boy, come here, don't be nervous, we're your dad's teammates. Come here and let Uncle have a look."

Judging by their clothes, this should be Mitokado Homura, and the sarcastic one is Utatane Koharu.

This one with the X-shaped scar on his chin is Pot Kage Shimura Danzō.

Then this heroic-looking man in the middle must be the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen.

But who is that person wearing a hat, with red eyeshadow, bright eyes, and pearly white teeth?

Bing San quietly squinted his eyes, watching them bicker.

The atmosphere was inexplicably strange, and Danzo's old face was flushed, unsure if it was from anger or holding back.

"Alright, alright. Don't scare the child."

At this moment, the beautiful woman in the middle, who looked very warm, smiled and said, "What's your name? How old are you?"

Bing San wasn't scared, he even felt like laughing. Bing San's eyes darted around as he said, "My name is Bing San. Are you my mother who was lost for many years?"

The most feared thing is the sudden silence in the air.

Danzo's eyes widened, Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura loosened their shoulders, suppressing their laughter, and the Third Hokage frowned.

"Hehehe, no, you should call me Auntie."

This woman had chestnut-brown hair, red eyeshadow, and bright eyes. She gave off a very warm feeling, making one unconsciously want to get closer.

The woman kindly crouched down, gently ruffled Bing San's hair, and smiled:

"Here, this is a gift from Auntie for you. Children should be polite and not speak carelessly."

Then she handed Bing San a small scroll. The scroll had the character "Seal" written on it. It was unclear what was inside.

The Third Hokage thought for a moment, then took out something and handed it to Bing San, saying, "This is a gift from your Uncle Hokage."

Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura also smiled and gave Bing San a meeting gift, but they were wrapped in cloth bags, so it was unclear what they were.

Bing San bowed to express his gratitude. The adults smiled and waved their hands, indicating it was unnecessary.

Judging by their demeanor, they seemed to have a very good relationship.

"Danzo, why give such a cute child such a strange name? Are you bad at naming?"

Utatane Koharu, looking like she wouldn't be comfortable if she didn't provoke him, continued to needle Danzo.

Danzo's face turned red, his body trembling with anger. In an instant, he waved at Bing San and said, "You can go now!"

Bing San turned and left, thinking to himself: You guys can pretend all you want. As if I don't know you all want to kill Danzo.

Bing San quickly returned to his room. He wasn't interested in what the people inside were doing.

Bing San took out the item from his bosom and examined it carefully.

It was a sealing scroll, about the size of a thumb. The material was ordinary, and it was very light. It should be sealing some small item. After all, the quality of an item sealed in a sealing scroll wouldn't decrease.

The package given by Mitokado Homura was a book. Well, was this something for a child to read? Although there were illustrations and explanations, giving it to a child who couldn't read, could they really understand it?

Inside the package from Utatane Koharu was a candy? It looked somewhat like a lollipop, but it didn't look very good and didn't seem appetizing.

What Sarutobi Hiruzen gave him was a pair of goggles, somewhat like the full-coverage kind divers wear.

Looking at this, it seemed these people really just came to mock Danzo.

In the evening, Danzo and Bing San sat facing each other in the main hall. After a long silence, Danzo sighed, as if thinking of something.

Suddenly, Bing San felt that Danzo wasn't as terrifying as he seemed.

After a long silence, Danzo finally said, "Starting tomorrow, Tomoko will take you to school."

Tomoko suddenly interjected, "Clan Head, isn't it a bit too early for Young Master Bing San to start school? Bing San isn't even five years old yet."

Danzo glanced at Tomoko and rubbed his temples. He looked very tired and helpless.

Tomoko immediately bowed and said:

"I understand, sir. I will take young master Bing San to school."

"You may go," Danzo waved his hand.

As the two just stepped out the door, they heard Danzo smashing things inside. They could vaguely hear him muttering about "being ostracized when alive" and "younger generations after death," along with Danzo's incoherent roars.

No one is born evil; it's simply that different experiences lead to different choices, gradually drawing them into darkness.

At night, Bing San lay on the mat, gazing up at the ceiling. For the past three years, the scenes replaying in his dreams had been a heavy burden for Bing San, both mentally and physically.

That night, Bing San continued to experience different memories in his sleep.

Tonight, in his dream, he was a student, learning all sorts of knowledge.

However, he couldn't understand it and could only rely on his own little brain to memorize it.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body began to convulse.

Tomoko entered with a small basin of water, picked up a towel from it, and repeatedly wiped Bing San's body and face.

Danzo stood watching at the doorway.

The night deepened, and the bright moon slowly climbed the wall. Its gentle moonlight shone on the dark man, making him appear exceptionally cold and desolate.

The spring in the Land of Fire was still chilly. The wind blew through the open door into the inner room, making the lamplight flicker.

The long shadows cast by the lamplight writhed like ravenous demons, choosing their targets for consumption.

Tomoko gently wiped Bing San's sweaty little face. The prominent veins and pale complexion made Tomoko's heart tremble slightly.

Suddenly, Tomoko's wiping hand trembled and stopped.

Bing San's hand had, at some point, gripped Tomoko's arm forcefully.

Tomoko bit her lip, her face gradually turning pale. Large drops of sweat began to fall from her forehead. The hand holding the towel trembled slightly, and she bit her teeth, daring not to make a sound.

As the marks on her arm deepened, Bing San's grip gradually weakened.

She gently lifted her arm. Three clear black finger marks were visible.

Danzo glanced at Tomoko, then looked further inside, his eyes gradually turning cold and resolute.

"You forced me to do this. You all forced me."

Danzo's eyes grew sinister as he muttered, leaving Bing San's doorway.

Perhaps this is how villains are made!