After that, using the controllable flow of time in the consciousness space, Masaki eagerly asked Itachi and Nagato for this knowledge about illusion and reincarnation eyes, strength is not obtained by slackness, what is needed is continuous learning and progress.

The morning sun sprinkled on the pale blue tatami mats, so that Masaki slowly opened his eyes, the moment of overlap between dream and reality made his eyes a little foggy, and the girl in the maid costume standing in front of him made him think he was in a dream.

"Good morning host! Mai has prepared a delicious breakfast for you, please taste it", Mai Hanano said with a sweet smile as she looked at Masaki, who was misty for a moment.

"Uh", Masaki sat up with his support, he was really a little uncomfortable with Hanano's service, after all, no one had called him master in China for decades.

"Thank you, is this also within the scope of the service?" asked Masaki with a smile.

Hanano Maoyi's face flushed slightly, and he shook his head and said, "This is my reception for you."

A warm breakfast, Masaki is completely enjoying a legendary Japanese maid-style service, I have to say, the Japanese sushi prepared by Hanano Mao tastes very good, it's hard to imagine, she's just an eighteen-year-old girl who is still in high school.

"Makai, do you know the missing person office nearby?" asked Masaki, wiping the corners of his mouth and thinking of yesterday's plan.

"Well, of course, there's a search office around the corner of my house, and I heard it's very good," Hanano Mao put away the dishes and chopsticks, looked at Masaki who was sitting at the table, and said sweetly, at this moment, I don't know if it was a hallucination or something, she actually had the illusion of making breakfast for her husband.

"Now, this is it", half an hour later, Mai Hanano and Masaki in maid outfits stood at the door of an inconspicuous attic.

Masaki looked at the attic with the door number "Inoue Office" written in front of him and walked inside.

Masaki didn't know Japanese, so he handed it over to Mai Hanano and the woman dressed like the other party's waiter to show his intentions on his behalf, and it went smoothly, and the two were taken to an office.

Sitting in the center of the office was a man of about thirty years old who wore black glasses and looked polite.

"I'm looking for a manga artist named Kishimoto Saishi, can you find it?" Masaki didn't say much, straight to the point, and then translated by Mayi to the other party.

"Kishimoto Kishishi?" the other party frowned and thought for a few minutes, looked at Masaki, and then said a string of Japanese.

"He asked if you had any other information to offer, and what you were looking for him for?" said Mai Hanano, looking at Masaki as she translated.

"No, it's just these two, as for me looking for him because I like one of his comics very much, you can be a fan," Masaki shook his head and said, not much dissatisfied with the other party's reason for asking him to find someone.

The man thought for a while and nodded, and then Hanano Mao translated again: "He said that he can help you go to the Manga Association to check, but the cost is 300,000 yen, and you also need your ID card for the record,."

Masaki nodded: "Tell him, I'll give him 600,000 yen, let him find it as quickly as possible, this is my mobile phone number, and notify me as soon as there is news." ”

After paying a deposit of 300,000 yen and making a record, Masanori and Mai Hanano started their second trip today, "Yasukuni Shrine".

The Yasukuni Shrine is located in the center of Tokyo, not far from the "Imperial Palace" where the emperor lives, and its layout is not fundamentally different from the large and small shrines scattered throughout Japan, but the tall "torii" with a main entrance as high as 23 meters is incomparable to other shrines.

"Why do you want to go to the Yasukuni Shrine? As far as I know, very few Chinese people visit the Yasukuni Shrine! As for the reason, you know," Hanano Mao looked at Masaki who was standing at the gate of the Yasukuni Shrine, and there was some curiosity in his eyes.

Masaki didn't speak, just stood here quietly, looking at the buildings in front of him, in fact, from the outside, this shrine is no different from ordinary shrines, but it is given a special meaning by the right wing and the owner of this shrine, but it is such a building, and inside it is a butcher whose hands are stained with sin and blood.

Masaki's heart is a little heavy, as a Chinese, I have to admit that there is a natural hatred for the Japanese, even if so many years have passed, even if he was not born in that dark era, but this does not prevent Masaki from learning about the blood debt of the year from his father's mouth and historical movies.

Perhaps feeling the heavy mood of Masaki, Hanano Mayi looked at the man on the side with some fear, at this moment his handsome face was full of seriousness, and there was an indescribable chill that spread from his body, which made her even a little frightened and involuntarily took two steps back, her lips were nie, and she didn't dare to speak.

"Let's go", finally, his voice broke the uncomfortable atmosphere, making her breathe a sigh of relief, not only the illusion but also what, the political discipline just now gave her the illusion of facing tigers, leopards and beasts, and even more than that.

Hanano Mao lowered her head and followed behind Masaki step by step, quietly looking at Masaki's expression.

The Yasukuni Shrine is a large temple and is not a single temple, but a park-like structure with many various temples.

Many of the people who came here were local Japanese men and women dressed in kimonos and samurai costumes, or they were dressed in black and more solemn clothes, and there were very few gray sportswear like him, and not only that, everyone seemed to be in a heavy mood here, no one was making a loud noise, no one was running and frolicking, whether it was adults or children, they were very solemn.

"Master, why don't we go, go to the next attraction, there are very good cherry blossoms to enjoy", Hanano Maki's voice sounded behind Masaki, looking at Masaki pitifully, not only because of the seriousness of Masaki, but also for her own reasons, she was dressed in a maid's costume, and this solemn temple was a little incompatible, so that many Japanese around her frowned and looked at her, I believe that if it weren't for the fact that she was a girl, I'm afraid someone would have raised dissatisfaction.

"Makai, is that you?" However, before Masaki could speak, a slightly surprised Japanese voice sounded, and a man in a black school uniform walked over, followed by several men and women who looked like classmates.

"Ah, Honda-kun," Mai Hanano didn't expect to meet his classmates here, and greeted a few people with some embarrassment.

"You're working part-time again, you're really hardworking", the young man called Honda, couldn't hide the admiration and surprise in his eyes, and when he saw Masaki Hanano's side, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Well, why are you here?" Hanano nodded.

"Aren't you resting these days? I'm just thinking about visiting the shrine with a few classmates, so I'll come to the shrine to pray for blessings," Honda looked at Hanano's maid outfit, and a hint of lust flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, Hanano Mayo, how can you wear such clothes to the Yasukuni Shrine? This is disrespectful to the martyrs!" At this time, a slightly shrill voice sounded, and a slightly snarky-looking woman behind Honda walked up to him, saying with mockery and dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"I, I'm ......." Mai Hanano was slightly stunned, not knowing how to answer, because her outfit itself was very unreasonable.

"What's wrong, your friend?" Masaki's voice sounded beside her at this moment, but it made her feel as if she had found her backbone, and her heart warmed slightly.

"Makai! You actually brought Chinese people to visit the Yasukuni Shrine! It's just too much!" As soon as Masaki opened her mouth, the snarky girl seemed to have caught the fox's tail, and immediately jumped to her feet and pointed at Hanano Mayi loudly and scolded angrily, the voice was so loud that it attracted a lot of attention from the pedestrians around her.

Honda's face was slightly embarrassed, and he wanted to maintain it but retracted it hesitantly, the three of them became tigers, even if he had no thoughts about Hanano Maoyi, he couldn't be sloppy in this big right and wrong.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", Hanano Mao lowered her head and didn't dare to look around, with tears in her eyes, she kept bowing and apologizing, feeling very aggrieved.

Masaki's brows furrowed slightly, he couldn't understand Japanese anymore, but he could see that the situation at the moment seemed to be that Hanano Mai was responsible, and it seemed that there were his own factors, he walked in front of Hanano Mai and blocked the other party's sight for her.

"Please be respectful!", he didn't know Japanese, frowned and said in English, he was not in a very good mood, and the chill in his tone made the mean girl involuntarily take two steps back.

"Yaga, Huaguoren, get out of here! You're not welcome here!" I don't know who it is, but the man in samurai costume who was paying attention to the situation on the side of the road scolded at Masaki loudly, with a disdainful expression on his face.

Zhengji's eyes were slightly cold, he couldn't understand anything else, but that "Baga" he was familiar with it anymore, the anger in his chest was almost uncontrollable, he squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the man who made a sound, and the murderous aura seemed to condense into a tangible substance, sweeping towards the other party all over the world.

"Uh!" At this moment, a surprising scene appeared, the masaki in front of the man in the samurai suit seemed to be standing on top of the monstrous sea of blood, and an overwhelming monstrous momentum as if a giant dragon was standing in front of him!

Between the whole heaven and earth, all the buildings and people disappeared, and there was only the devilish political discipline, which was a murderous aura that almost became a substance! It was an indescribable despair that made him can't help but let out a cry of pain, and his legs trembled and fell to his knees on the bluestone floor.