Asami felt that she could write a "Diary of Kulolo Observations" to record the daily life of this human being. First of all, on the first page of the book, you should write the introduction - "A stinky boy born in the garbage heap, but inexplicably has the air of a noble son".

The first chapter is the first day of Kurolo's observation diary.

The boy was fifteen years old, with short black hair, fair complexion, and a humble and gentle smile. Although I was in a messy place, I tried my best to keep it tidy. Hey, his hobby is probably rummaging through the trash.

Kurolo smiled and shook his arm, and the slender chains that held them together shook for a while. His smile doesn't give Asami a sincere feeling, it's more like a gentle and polite attitude to a superior or an ignorant girl, and he hides his true thoughts in this way, but because he is still young, such a smile has not yet been cultivated.

"It's time for dinner, right?" Asami raised her arm and said, "I'm curious how you're going to crouch down and rummage through the garbage heap for food." ――Also, where do you rest at night? Is this pile of kitchen garbage on it? ”

Kurolo was very calm, he pointed to a mountain of garbage not far away, and said, "Although it looks dirty...... In fact, there are still streets that can be inhabited by people in Meteor Street. There are houses, and there is food. As for my dinner......"

He slowly laid down the yellowed book in his hand, and magically took out a small slice of bread from his hand. Although the bread looks pitiful, it is clean and moldy.

"Wait, you tuck the bread straight up your sleeve?" Asami's puzzled gaze stayed in Kurolo's palm: "You actually stuffed the bread directly in your sleeve......"

"It's enough to have food." Kurolo replied gently, "Humans can do anything to survive. For example, they fight each other, take their lives, and even kill their companions together. ”

"Actually, I can give you food." Asami groped her chin and said very seriously, "What do you want to eat?" Steak? Dessert? Croissant? Tofu sushi? Laoshan white flower snake grass water, or Swedish canned herring? ”

Kurolo dragged her and walked forward through the gap between the two mountains of garbage. He always cleverly avoided the sewage and rotting garbage that flowed across the ground, making him look uncluttered and organized. As he walked, he said, "Judging by your reaction when you were summoned, you don't seem to be such a generous person. ”

"Of course." Asami replied, "Even a god can't fulfill the wishes of humans at will. If you want to get something, you have to pay a certain price, whether it is light or heavy, depending on my mood. How, do you want food? ”

"No, I don't." Kurolo dragged her in one hand and the yellowed book in the other, and stood in front of a dilapidated bungalow. The bungalow was very dilapidated, with greasy black-gray walls and holes in the corners covered in cobwebs. It's hard to imagine that such a house can still be inhabited.

"I can continue to survive, so I don't need to trade with you for food." Kurolo said.

"Okay." Asami nodded and said, "It's been an hour and forty-three minutes, Kurolo, is your bladder about to explode?" If you need to excrete, you are welcome. Why should human beings suppress themselves? You're right, Kurolo. ”

Kurolo: ......

Although he looks mature and calm, Kurolo probably hasn't seen such a terrible woman before.

"Don't be afraid." Asami smiled and said, "I like to take care of cute children the most, a boy of your age is no different from a two-year-old boy who has just learned to control his bladder freely." Don't worry, don't be shy. ”

Kurolo: ......

He was silent for a moment, then raised a gentle smile again, and then pushed open the iron door of the dilapidated room. The interior of the house was unusually clean, at least there was no moldy garbage or the dust and cobwebs everywhere, but the furnishings were simple and shabby—a sofa chair with a spring-loaded cushion exposed, a mattress on the floor, and a bookcase with a broken corner against the wall.

"You really don't go to poop?" Asami asked.

"Not yet." Kurolo replied.

“…… Don't be delusional about waiting for me to fall asleep before going to the bathroom. Asami smiled and said, "We gods don't need to sleep." ”

“…… Good. Kurolo replied.

It's really hard work to maintain your image.

Seeing that the sky on Meteor Street was getting dark, the garbage heaps outside the window were all sunken in the night, and even the swarm of coiling and flying flies didn't know where to rest, Kurolo didn't have the slightest intention of leaving. The two men sat on the mattresses, handcuffed, and did not say a word.

"Hey, Kurolo, is your bladder okay?" Asami couldn't help but ask.

"It's fine." Kurolo flipped through the book in his hand and said, "As gods, do you know what the form of our abilities is?" ”

"Of course - I know everything." Asami replied, "Mind ability, right?" Your writing is also special. ”

"Well, you shouldn't know what I'm capable of." Kurolo said.

"Hey, what?" Asami asked, "Don't you need to urinate-"

"Pretty much." "I can use a special telepathic ability to push water out of the pores in a unique form," says Kurolo. This way, you don't have to worry about moisture pooling in the ...... Lie to you, now I'm going to fix the physiology. ”

Asami closed her open mouth manually.

This young man, who dared to play tricks on the gods at a young age, really has a great future.

Why are the children I met so scary?

Kurolo got up from the broken mattress and pulled Asami up by the way. He opened the door and looked out into the endless darkness of the night, his face silent, like a troubadour looking for inspiration. The wind from the garbage heap still made his black hair flutter, and he lowered his eyes slightly, as if he had gained some kind of inspiration to compose poetry.

#这个库洛洛真是个自带滤镜和美颜相机的人类......#

The troubadour put his hand on the waistband of his trousers and asked calmly, "Your Highness Zhaofenghong, are you sure you will continue to look at me with blazing eyes?" ”

Asami turned her head and stood back-to-back with Kurolo, then sealed her hearing - it was good, she couldn't hear anything. She stood expressionless for a long time, until Kurolo moved her arms and motioned for Asami to turn around.

Asami's plastic slippers spun around on the ground, making a rough sound as they rubbed against the concrete floor. She saw Kurolo's lips move, and realized she hadn't unlocked her hearing yet. So she hurriedly lifted the restriction on her hearing and asked, "What did you just say?" ”

"I say......" said Kurolo, "His Highness Zhao Fenghong doesn't seem to be an aggressive, offending god either. It's surprisingly cute. ”

"Huh?" Asami shook the chains on her hands and said, "I'm naturally cute." Otherwise, what kind of god do you think I am? ”

"According to the book...... Kulolo's eyes darkened, and he said, "'The gods who have lived in the sky for generations and have been passed down from generation to generation worship the Venerable Master of fate and life and death. It is in charge of human life, death and reincarnation, without suffering from the six and eighteen sufferings, and is the embodiment of infinite happiness and thirst, at the mercy of the will of the world, and when the autumn maple leaves fade green, its name is Huayueyuan Zhao Maple Red'. But ......"

The teenager Kurolo looked at the woman in front of him - she was dressed like an ordinary human being, and she could pick up a glow stick and go to the concert to cheer and call.

"It's not as scary as it is in the book. It was lovely. He nodded.

"To be honest, I was a little flattered by that introduction." Asami said: "Moreover, this kind of biography-style tone of wild history is not suitable for your identity and dress. ”

The two of them sat down on the mattress again, half a butt apart. Kurolo picked up the book again, hung his head rather earnestly, and began to read. Asami glanced at the book in his hand and saw that it was a travelogue about the world, the bound book lines were almost scattered, and the pages were visibly yellow.

"Kurolo, you want to get out of here, right?"

"If you have the chance, of course you want to leave - to explore the outside world with treasures and futures."

"Shall I tell you a story? About the outside world? ”

"Okay."

The chattering god began to gush stories about her travels in Konoha Ninja Village, wars, firefights, the death of teammates, sacrifices, truces, the quest for peace, the aftermath of the war, the change of leaders, and the children she met.

Then Kurolo fell asleep in shame.

Asami: ???

Truth be told, no one has ever made her that angry.

The boy lay on his back on the mattress, covering his face with a book, and his black hair fell from his forehead, revealing the bandage that had been wrapped around several times. His chest heaved slightly, and his thin waist lay across the mattress.

Asami misses the well-behaved and obedient Itachi Uchiha a little.

It's also a child, but it's still a ferret that's cute. It's a pity that he probably doesn't remember his teacher anymore.

Kurolo slept soundly, and he slept well, maintaining a steady position. If you ignore his behavior of not taking a bath before going to bed, Asami is reluctantly willing to share a room with him. The god, who didn't need to sleep, closed his eyes and rested for a long time, and the night passed quietly, and a touch of fish belly floated in the sky.

When the sleeping Kurolo woke up from his dark dream, he was greeted by the "cute" chattering words of His Royal Highness Zhao Fenghong.

"It is necessary for humans to maintain good bowel habits. It's best to learn to have a bowel movement and clear your bowels every morning so that you can keep your body healthy. Even if you can't have a bowel movement, get into the habit of squatting or sitting on the toilet on time. The human rectum has a lot of personality, and you should go to ...... right now."

Kurolo: ......