The days when Sos began to practice the Eight Gates Dunjia, the passage of time suddenly became faster, and the shortage of food made the Malatang stall unable to open, but fortunately, the food and money saved could still support him to live, so Sos simply did not leave his house every day, stayed in the house honestly, and looked at the book of seals, he learned almost all the ninjutsu on it, except for the S-level, other A-level to D-level various ninjutsu, forbidden arts, Sos almost practiced all over the time, this practice, that is, half a year has passed, half a year later, Zilai also returned to the ninja village, and there were other Konoha ninjas who came back with him, Konoha raided the sand ninja, The Land of Thunder raided the Land Country, and the successful battle successfully ended the Second Shinobi War, the Land of Fire became the victorious country, and the ninjas returned to Konoha one after another.

The village began to come back to life, sometimes it was so strange, as long as there were people, no matter how decadent it was before, slowly, it would always regain the vitality it should have, Soth will never forget the scene when the Hokage announced the end of the war, the people cheered, no one was laughing, everyone was crying, if it was before, he might have felt that this group of people was fragile, It's boring, but when Soth himself falls from the altar and looks at such a war from the perspective of an ordinary human who he has never thought deeply about before, maybe the crying becomes understandable, yes, life is a fragile thing, and compared to the chaotic and disorderly universe, these small organized and regular life forms are not only small, but also fragile, aren't they?

Jiraiya went to Sos for a drink at night, the two of them seemed to be like a few years ago, but Jiraiya was no longer the same child, Sos knew better than anyone else, he was still smiling on his face, and it seemed to have become more frivolous, and the experience of war made him more "open" Or a little more unscrupulous, this kind of self-coming will not make Soth feel strange, but he can perceive that in the heart of this boy who has become a man, something is pressed down, no one can share it with him, it is a private realm that only he can touch after a person matures For everyone, when you have such a space, you can really mature, this world sometimes puts people bi/ Po has nowhere to put himself, the truest self, can only hide in the small space in the bottom of his heart, Soth dangled the wine glass, he can feel that the current Jiraiya, this is it, he has buried the former white-haired boy deep in his heart.

"You haven't changed in the past few years, can't it be that you have developed some ninjutsu to make yourself immortal?" Zilai also took a sip of wine, jokingly examined Soss, what he said is not wrong at all, in the past few years, Zilai has grown into a real man from a child, whether it is the appearance or behavior, in fact, it is the demeanor of an adult, but Sos has not changed at all, and at the moment it looks about the same age as Zilai, this is too incredible in the world, as if he is really a person who will not get old, Zilai also doubts, if it is a person who often comes into contact with Soss, Sos just pushes that he looks young every time, and he is born like this, but he knows that in another ten years, twenty years, he will still look like this, I'm afraid that others won't be fooled so simply and easily, he is not an ordinary person, maybe he is destined to live an ordinary life.

Sos just raised his wine glass, smiled lightly and didn't answer Jiraiya's words, he also shook his head and didn't dwell on this issue, dangled the yellow and clear wine, raised his head and drank it, Zilai's voice was astringent, and he muttered depressedly:

"This war...... Tsunade's younger brother and lover are dead......" The expression on his face was extremely depressed, as if it was his own brother and lover who died, Soth paused for a moment, then raised his glass as usual and took a sip, Tsunade's younger brother, he had heard that the grandson of the first Hokage, who died on the battlefield, was also one of the reasons why other families agreed to let their children go to war, after all, even the grandsons of the first generation were no exception......

"Is it called Kato?" silently propped up on the wine table, Sos looked at the night scene outside the window and said lightly, he didn't know Tsunade's lover, in fact, he didn't know Tsunade, but he just had a few faces, and the two didn't speak, but what was in Jiraiya's heart, he still knew very well, Jiraiya liked that girl since he was very young, although he always complained about "violent girl" and "strange aunt" and the like, but how could Sos not see who he liked.

There was silence on the wine table for a while, and Jiraiya drank a large glass of wine with his head down, put the money quietly on the table, stood up, swayed as if drunk, and walked out of the tavern. Not only will it leave a scar, but every moment, every moment, when people think about it, or when they fall into a related memory, it will hurt a little, sting you defenselessly, like the most poisonous bee, not hurting your body, but sting your heart.

After paying the money, Soth also left the tavern drunk, the street was gradually recovering its prosperity, and the neon signs that had not been lit for almost a year were lit up again, cheers, the shouts of people indulging in joy, getting louder and louder, and suddenly Soth felt as if he had returned to the time when he first came to Konoha Village.

Why is it called the Second Ninja War? The alcohol made Soth's mind wander, and some of them couldn't think about it.

By the way, that's because there was a ninja war before, and after a clear mind, Sos figured out this problem.

So when will there be a third time?

Walking down the street, with an empty bottle in his hand, Soth almost never allowed himself to appear like a drunk, but it seemed to feel good to indulge like this once in a while.

The whole street was turned upside down, and he forgot when he was last drunk, which probably didn't matter, as long as he was drunk again, it would be unimportant.

More and more, he felt that it was like a cycle, where everything, people's laughter, or wailing and crying, formed a cycle, rather than a happy or tragic one-line story.

Soth was drunk, I don't know at whose door, he fell asleep by a staircase, and there may be many drunks like him tonight, some to celebrate the end of the war, and some to commemorate the end of the war.