By the time the graduation ceremony was over, the ninja school, which had been noisy for a day, finally quieted down. It was already evening when the sun was setting, and a dark golden remnant sun hung in the sky. The children running around the campus were gone, leaving only an empty ground, and several teachers worked together to cut the graduation banner hanging at the entrance of the teaching building, and the red banner fell softly to the ground and folded in three stacks.

Asami pushed open the hut where she had lived for nearly a year and began to pick up her luggage.

Ninja forehead guard, don't want it.

Konoha vest, don't want it.

I don't want the transfer letter and the student roster that I used to pad the table legs.

Upon closer inspection, there was nothing worth taking with her. Except for one child - but it was someone else's child, and she couldn't take it with her.

Asami stood in front of the mottled mirror, polishing the dusty mirror with waste newspapers. Her appearance was reflected in the mirror, and contrary to her wishes, her appearance was not ordinary at all, but also extraordinarily eye-catching. Maybe next time she shouldn't wear glasses, she should wear sunglasses directly, and tell others that she is blind and makes a living by playing erhu and singing.

By the way, the glasses are still with Jiu Sinai, and I forgot to get them back.

Moving around without any obstacle without glasses - did you accidentally show your stuffing?

But it doesn't matter.

She's about to get out of here.

After tonight, everyone will forget about her save. Whether it's a former teammate who survived the war together, or a teacher who works together, or a close friend who holds hands and takes pictures together, Takahashiji who is depressed and wants to propose, or even the child who likes Ms. Asami very much, she will forget all about her.

There is no trace of zài, it will not appear in anyone's memories, it has been erased cleanly, and there is no opportunity to remember. Her identity, whereabouts, name, and even the agreement she made with that innocent child just now will completely disappear together.

The promise of the Uchiha Itachi is a promise that will never be fulfilled.

The promise of a young child is also a promise that will not be fulfilled.

Maybe tomorrow morning, Matsumoto-sensei will open the door full of complaints, shouting, "Which homeless man secretly slept here, leaving behind a pile of instant noodles and milk?"

Asami closed the door and looked out the window, the Hokage Higan was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the golden light danced on the rough rock.

It was almost time to go, and she heard the thirst of the next human.

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"I want to get out of here and explore the outside world."

This voice is still young, with the unique freshness of a young man, and it sounds very elegant.

Then the god who heard the longing came down to earth to fulfill the wishes of the godly. Brilliant light burst from the ground and led straight to the sky, driving a path of light in the dark night, like a long staircase to the sky, and like a road full of chariots and horses, welcoming the arrival of the gods with a sacred heart.

The golden light seemed to have passed tens of thousands of years of mottled time, with the sound of sighs from history out of nowhere. Then, the point of light quietly fell, gradually jumping and shrinking, outlining a vague humanoid outline. The intricate golden-red skirt is staggered in the air, just like the colorful sleeves of the female queen in the old days of peace. The long red hair as bright as a lotus spread down on his body, and his half-hanging face quietly rose in the light that gradually dissipated. There was a little tear mole at the corner of his eyes, and there was a bright red in his half-open eyes.

"My name - Huayue Courtyard shines maple red. What is the matter with the mortals who disturb the eternal sleep of the gods......"

Before she could finish speaking, a plastic bottle rolled off the roof and smashed straight on top of her head - and it did. The green drink bottle landed straight in the red-haired god's heart, and then "plopped" and rolled down to the garbage-strewn floor.

She tilted her head dumbly, her arms wide open, and stared at the garbage at her feet and the plastic bottle that smashed her head. She curled her fingers slightly, the bracelet on her wrist sliding into her cuffs.

"You ......" the red-haired god closed his eyes tightly, "...... You summoned me to this place!! ”

Above Meteor Street, there was a cry of horror.

The god who had been smashed in the head by the drink bottle no longer had the majesty of the scenery he had just been summoned, and was now staring angrily at the ubiquitous garbage—moldy vegetable roots, flattened cans, large discarded household appliances, scattered waste paper, and strangely colored sewage, all of which smelled disgusting.

I didn't even have a place to stay.

In the past, every time she came to the world as a god, the summoners were all ready to receive the legendary gods who did not eat the fireworks of the world with the supreme courtesy. Extravagant costumes, tributes, neat and luxurious rooms, ceremonial music, dancing, and respectful subordinates, these are all things she is used to, but now......

What's the deal with this stinky boy who called her to the garbage heap?

With that in mind, she raised her head and began to look at the author of this laughable summons—a dark-haired boy in an old shirt, holding a book, sitting on a broken couch at the top of the garbage heap.

He was young, he looked no more than fifteen or sixteen, with black hair and black eyes, a white cloth tied around his forehead, and a smile on his face like a mask. Just looking at his appearance, it seems that he should be a humble and polite, gentle and dignified person, if it weren't for this shabby clothes, some people might think that he was a noble son from a famous family.

"Sorry to let you land here." The black-haired boy closed the book in his hand, got up from the broken couch, jumped off the mountain of garbage, and landed in a small clearing. Even though the environment around him was terrible, he was still leisurely and calm.

"I just happened to find a book from the garbage heap and wanted to try how to summon this god as it says," he said. Originally, I thought it was just a deceptive book. I didn't expect ...... It's really summoned......"

What the?

A book in the trash?

Is it true to give it a try?

I thought it was a lie, but I accidentally summoned it?

The red-haired god became more and more angry the more she listened, so she hung in the air, crossed her arms, and said, "Young man, your thoughts like this are dangerous. It is necessary for me to discuss with you the meaning of human life. Life shouldn't be wasted on such frivolous things as venturing through the garbage heap and searching for treasure, which is just too wasteful for a short life. ”

The black-haired boy listened to her babbling for a long time, and nodded very approvingly. Then, he said, "You have a point. It's just that living in the garbage heap wasn't my choice. You can look around - this 6,000 square kilometers of forgotten land is full of garbage. ”

"And ......," the black-haired boy smiled slightly, looking elegant, "I have already picked the most favorable place to welcome your arrival." On Meteor Street, where there's kitchen waste, it means survival. It's an area that everyone else wants to get into. ”

Looking at the sewage and some moldy bread on the ground, the red-haired god twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Well, I would like to forgive you for your rudeness." She said, "Sue me your name? ”

“…… Kulolo Lusiru. The black-haired boy said, "So, your name is Kazuki-in Zhaofenghong, right?" That's what the book says. ”

"Oh, yes, yes. My name is Kagetsu-in-in Maple Red. She glanced at the ground, barely finding a dry place to stay.

When she fell to the ground, she changed from a noble god with rich ornaments and graceful appearances to a different appearance in an instant. She wears plastic slippers, a T-shirt marked "Konoha Ninja Academy Anniversary", long red hair tied in a large ponytail, and a pair of sunglasses.

"You can call me Asami too." "I prefer the name," she said. ”

The deity's style of painting switched too quickly, and Kurolo, who summoned the deity, was silent for a long time before accepting her instant costume change. Maybe Asami is right - this style of painting is more suitable for Meteor Street.

"Is there anything you can do?" Asami asked, pushing her sunglasses.

"There's really nothing about it, I just want to give it a try at what is written in this book." The black-haired teenager politely answered her question, and after noticing that Asami's face was rapidly turning black, he added, "...... Actually, I have a wish that I want to fulfill, and I want to leave Meteor Street and explore the world beyond Meteor Street. ”

"It's late." Asami said, "I've heard the first half of the sentence. I'm not going to grant you what you wish - wait here for seven days, and then I'll leave. You're going to stay here and fall in love with the kitchen garbage, Kurolo Lusiru. ”

"Huh?" Kurolo tilted his head slightly and said, "Really?" ”

"Hmm." Asami nodded vigorously: "The footsteps of the gods will not be stopped by ordinary humans...... Wait a minute! Kulolo, you're offending the gods! You will be punished by heaven! ”

Asami shook the chains on her hands, followed the dirty, rusty handcuffs, and looked at the other person who was being handcuffed—Kurolo was still smiling gently, and he didn't look nervous or angry at all. "That way, you won't be able to get out of here," he said. ”

- Should you be naïve, or should you be naïve?

Asami lifted her arm, letting the dirty handcuffs slide to the end of her forearm. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you sure you're going to lock me up with you for seven whole days?" Culolo. ”

"Yes." Kurolo nodded calmly.

"You're done." Asami raised the corners of her lips and smiled quietly: "We gods don't need to excrete, we don't need to go near the toilet at all." But normal humans are different, you need to eat and excrete, otherwise you can't survive. Well. Yes, let this god take a closer look at the appearance of Kulolorusiru squatting in the toilet in the middle of the night, anyway, my hobby is to observe the subtleties of human beings. ”