Asami's name keeps changing between "Okumi Shi" and "Kaori Kori", changing with A-Xing's happiness. Even a few guests who were familiar with Ah Xing were very puzzled by this.

"What's the name of this new imp you've hired? Is it called Kaori or Okumishi? ”

"Her name is Mahami." Ah Xing smiled with a kind face.

The two drinkers looked at each other, poured sake, and began to talk about the affairs of the village.

"The Uchiha's security department is too overstepping. I heard that people are often taken away directly. ”

"The better it is, the more special it is. The power given to appease them will one day be taken back. ”

"Uchiha", a somewhat familiar surname, entered Asami's ears. She was sitting cross-legged in an empty chair, waiting for the last two guests to pay the bill. The two drinkers had no intention of leaving, and after getting drunk, they forgot to close the door and began to talk about the affairs of the village.

Listening to them talk about the pride and seclusion of the Uchiha clan, Asami remembered the Uchiha people she knew. The first thing that comes to mind is the Uchiha Itachi - the boy of five or six years old, with black and soft hair, soft eyes, and a smile that has a sparkling background. Then there is the gentle and beautiful Mikoto, the majestic and polite Fugaku, and the little Sasuke who is giggling in his swaddling clothes.

I wonder how old Uchiha Itachi is this year?

Or has she accidentally missed the era in which Itachi Uchiha lived?

Until now, she hadn't met anyone she was familiar with. Whether it's a former teammate, a colleague, or those two friends.

In the middle of the night, the izakaya, which had been lively all night, finally sent off the last two drunken guests. The streets had darkened, and the lights that swaggered in the night had quietly gone out, but the street lamps still shone brightly. Except for the occasional drunk lying unconscious on the side of the road, there were no other pedestrians.

This is the Konoha Ninja Village in the middle of the night, asleep, but still on alert.

A-Xing's proprietress needs to rest, after closing the store

She doesn't have to sleep, she can't sleep.

Asami lay on her back on a hard bench for a while, and wanted to jump up and explore the secrets of humanity in an izakaya. Admittedly, there's nothing fun about the shop pù on the first floor, but it's just too boring to force yourself to lie in one place all the time.

Asami flipped off the bench and pushed the two pieces of clothing that were used as quilts to the end of the chair. She stared at the wooden door of the izakaya, then slowly walked to the door, lifted the shoes that had been placed in front of the door, and then she walked straight through the door. Her body seemed to meet a piece of air, or some phantom projected in the night, merging unhindered into the wooden door, and then completely submerged into it.

She walked through the wooden door and stood in the street with the lights out. With a snap, she dropped the clogs on the ground and squeezed her bare feet into the clogs. She tied her cuffs, revealing a smooth and thin arm, and the thin clothes couldn't protect against the winter cold, making Asami's shoulders shake.

The dark streets are dark, and there are a few dim street lamps at the end of the street. The bookstore and food store across the street from the tavern have closed their roller shutters, and all the signs along the way are hidden in the night. There was an occasional screeching sound in the narrow alley, and it was a night cat out of nowhere, rummaging energetically for something of interest.

Asami took a few steps forward, and the sound of long footsteps sounded on the empty street, scattered and scattered.

Konoha's architectural style hadn't changed much from when she left, and it looked like the one she was familiar with. The round and high roofs are arranged in a slightly haphazard manner, and there are no buildings that are too tall, and everyone can look up at the sky from the windows. Pipes unabashedly creep around walls and roofs, with the occasional crackling sound of water.

The sound of clackling footsteps fell in the silent night, and Asami unconsciously walked to the end of the street. She looked up and began to search for the Konoha landmarks she knew.

On the hillside that surrounds Konoha Ninja Village, the Hokage's avatars are still four, condescendingly guarding the village. From left to right, there are the first generation, the first generation, the second generation, the third generation, and the last one is still Bo Feng Shuimen. The rough carvings and the hazy darkness of the night made it impossible for Asami to see the details of the statue clearly, and only the rough outline was used to identify the appearance of the water gate.

…… Watergate seems to look like this, right? Well?

He has blonde hair and blue eyes, and he has a gentle smile, looking helpless that he can't do anything about others. Standing on the ninja school playground, dressed in Hokage's Haori, he taught the young students how to throw shuriken by hand.

It seems that the current Hokage is still a wave of wind and water. Not much time has passed, maybe only a few months, maybe years. Watergate may be twenty-five or thirty this year.

The lights are still on in the Hokage's office, and it seems that Bo Feng Shuimon is still busy - if he doesn't return home at night, he must be very angry with Uzumaki Kushina, who can't wait for anyone for a long time.

Just as she was standing at the entrance of the street and looking at Hokage Yan Yan and feeling nostalgic for the past, a figure (from Asami's point of view, a big brother swished) hurriedly passed by and landed on the roof on the side of the street. The small black shadow suddenly appeared in mid-air, obscuring half of the moonlight. His appearance was so sudden that Asami quietly took a step back in shock, and the clogs made a crisp click on the ground.

The man's feet were fast, with a clear goal, and there was no intention of stopping at all. After the sound of clogs falling to the ground, the man forcibly stopped his pace for some reason, and suddenly fell to the side, squatting quietly on the roof like a ghost inhabiting the night.

For this person who quietly squatted on the roof and stared at him, Asami was a little confused.

Human behavior is sometimes really incomprehensible to the gods.

She turned her head halfway to the side, trying to look at the voyeur who had come out in the middle of the night in the reluctant moonlight, only to find that the man was no more than a child in the form of his body. He was half-crouched on the ridge of the roof, with a beast's head mask covering his face, silver-white armor, and a short knife diagonally behind his back. A small thin arm was exposed under the black lacquer shirt, and a white strap was tied around the wrist.

Well, since it's a young child, you can't call people "voyeurs who come out in the middle of the night to commit crimes", belch.

Two child-like figures, one high and one low, up and down, stared at each other through masks and a distance, and the street remained silent for a while, except for the occasional faint and soft meow.

After a long time, the man spoke from behind the mask. As Asami expected, it was indeed a child's voice—soft and clear, and it sounded gentle with a slight curiosity. It's just that the question in the child's mouth made Asami feel a little strange.

"Your name is ...... Asami? ”

As soon as the words fell, a night breeze rushed through the streets, and the night wind with the chill of the first spring puffed up the clothes of the two. Asami's long, untied red hair fluttered to the side of her shoulders, her cuffs bulged loosely, and the hem of her shirt rubbed against her smooth calves.

And the man who was squatting on the roof was also blown with black lacquered short sleeves and a soft black pigtail behind his back. His black hair looked soft, and the white ties that tied it up danced in the wind.

Somehow, Asami came up with an idea - "I don't want to talk to the other party and plan to throw a flower moon courtyard at the other party." ”

She stared at the masked boy silently for two seconds, then turned around and ran into the dark street, the sound of clattering footsteps into the deep night. Even she didn't know why she was running so fast. Only the gods knew that it was tiring to worry about whether your shoes would be lost while running.

Fortunately, the masked child did not catch up, but crouched quietly on the roof, as if watching her leave the dark street.

After running a distance, Asami gradually slowed down and switched to walking.

- What the hell is she running! What is there to run!

Maybe the other party is Mr. Kaku's son! Or maybe Yamanaka Kaichi used the transformation technique! Or maybe it's just that night with thick eyebrows and a mask that is too idle to do and has nothing to do, and turns into a little boy who goes out shopping! You see his clothes look the same as the silver-haired ninja in the mask! Anyway - just happened to know her name.

It is also possible that the fourteen or fifteen-year-old Asami happens to be similar to another person in the village who looks like Asami.

However, no matter how you think about it, there is only one "Asami with the same name who has appeared in another person who looks similar to her" - and that is herself.

It's a bit delicate.

Obviously, the last time she left Konoha Ninja Village, Asami erased the memories of other people, and those who knew her would no longer remember the person "Futagawa Asami". Even in the face of fourteen-year-old Asami, who looks similar, she shouldn't be able to think of anything. So why is the pigtailed boy crouching on the roof able to call out her name accurately?

Subtle!

Asami walked back to the door of A-Xing's izakaya, made sure that there was no one around, and then walked through the door as straight as when she came out. It was as quiet as the izakaya, and her unauthorized outing obviously did not alarm A-Xing, who was already asleep.

Confused, the god kicked off her shoes, scrambled back to her wooden bench, pulled the two coats over her body, and began to stare at the dark ceiling.