It was mid-May when the four of them escorted Shinichi Shinoha out of Konoha by the four of them, and by the time they returned to Konoha from the Valley of Poisonous Insects, it was already close to mid-June.

Only one C-level task was completed in a full month, and there was a danger to his life halfway, and the key was not to improve the mission level, and both of them felt that it was the fault of the oil girl Shihei.

After handing in the task and entrusting the stolen goods to the money, the oil girl Shiguro announced that he would rest for two days and go to the Hokage Rock on the third day to gather, and he was ready to guide the cultivation of the three of Hanfeng.

After disbanding, the cold wind walked straight home.

I don't know if it's an illusion, all the way over, the cold wind feels that the people around me have a sense of coming and going in a hurry.

Could it be that something is going on in the village?

Hanfeng frowned and walked forward, and when he passed by a ninja shop, he paused, hesitated, and turned around and walked into the ninja shop.

"Ninja-sama, do you want to buy ninja equipment?" The owner of the ninja shop greeted him as soon as possible.

Han Feng casually pointed to a few kunai and shuriken and asked for the price.

The boss is very enthusiastic, and bluntly said that these handfuls are made by the masters of the craftsman ninja village, and they are the only good ninja tools in ten thousand.

Hanfeng didn't interrupt his compliment, and praised him calmly for five minutes, and finally learned the price from the boss.

However, this price is thirty percent more expensive than the price when Hanfeng left Konoha a month ago.

As the so-called Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet, these ninja shops have their own sources of information, once the scale of the war expands, or the situation is tense, the price of forbearance will rise.

Han Feng was a little heavy, nodded and turned to leave: Hey, I was praised in vain, this deal is done!

The owner of the ninja shop looked at the back of the cold wind, his face twitched slightly, he felt that he had been tricked, but there was no evidence!

……

All the way home, Hanfeng opened the door and went in, the living room was empty, and there was no one in the backyard, obviously Meeko and Hurricane hadn't come back yet.

Hanfeng went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, then sat down on the sofa for a while, then turned his head to look around.

I don't know why, he always feels that something is weird, and there seems to be a very depressed feeling in the house.

Could it be that someone is watching here?

Han Feng silently closed his eyes, and used the perceptual ninjutsu to perform the seal seal, and then slowly spread his perception around, but there was no one else in the family except him.

Cold Wind did not give up, and continued to expand his perception, and when the range of perception spread to the nearby neighbor's house, Cold Wind sensed two blurred humanoid lines.

And the location of these two people......

The cold wind opened his eyes violently: it was the wind family!

Could it be that the little brother's father, Moonlight Star Stone, is back?

The cold wind got up and came to the corner of the backyard, and then jumped lightly to the Moonlight Star Stone house.

When he landed, the oppressive feeling became even more serious!

Because the house type of Moonlight Xingshi's house is similar to Hanfeng's house, Hanfeng entered the living room directly from the backyard of his house, and then saw the two old men of Moonlight Inoue and Moonlight Panasonic.

As soon as Han Feng waved his hand to say hello, he saw a lot of black banners hanging on the walls of the living room, he looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the wall...... Portrait?

"Cold Wind, you're back."

Seeing the cold wind on the moonlight well, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of arc like crying and laughing, and said softly.

The cold wind looked over and found that the moonlight well was more completely bald and older.

"Uncle Xingshi, he ......"

Hanfeng didn't know how to speak, and there was some disbelief in his eyes.

"Sacrificed on the battlefield."

Moonlight Matsushita sighed, "There's nothing to be sad about, how can there be immortals in war." ”

The cold wind is a block.

To say that he is heartbroken, it must be a lie, after all, Hanfeng is an 'outsider', and the number of times he has met with Moonlight Star Stone is only a handful.

If you want to say that you are not sad, it is impossible, after all, it is a blood uncle.

Especially Moonlight Star Stone is still the father of the little brother.

In the past six months, Hanfeng has eaten and lived with the wind, and even slept on a tatami mat, even if it is a stranger, he has slept emotionally, let alone his younger brother.

After that, Moonlight Inoue told Hanfeng the whole story.

Half a month ago, Moonlight Xingshi led a team to attack the logistics supply of Shayin Village, but he didn't expect that the person in charge of escorting the logistics supply was actually known as the hero of Shayin Village, and had the upper ninja of the scorching blood inheritance limit, Ye Cang!

Moonlight Starstone and his companions did not escape, and all of them died.

There are no heart-wrenching stories, and there are no deeds to sing and cry about, so sacrificed.

The body was exchanged for the corpse of the Ninja of Sand Hidden Village, and after being sent back to Konoha and buried the next day.

And that was five days ago.

"Tempest...... You okay? ”

Cold Wind was worried about him.

"He's still young, and he'll probably forget about it soon." Moonlight Inoue sighed.

Moonlight Panasonic said: "Cold wind, you spend more time with him these days." ”

"I see."

The cold wind whispered.

After putting two sticks of incense on the moonlight star stone, the cold wind jumped back to the backyard of his house, and when he entered the living room, the cold wind paused and turned around and walked to the wooden stake in the backyard.

The last time the cold wind and moonlight smoke were here, this wooden stake was tragically amputated by moonlight smoke, and it was only more than one meter high.

Cold Wind approached and found that the surface of the stake was covered with messy thick sword marks, which had been cut out with an unopened sword, densely packed, stacked on top of each other, and Cold Wind reached out to caress it, as if he could feel the pain in Wind's heart.

Back in the living room and sitting on the sofa, Hanfeng sat still, thinking about how to enlighten him when the wind came back, but he didn't know what to say when he thought about it.

Chicken soup for the soul?

No kidding.

If you die of your father, someone else will come and pour chicken soup for your soul, and you will have to kill him!

Thinking about it, I don't know how long it has been, but suddenly there is a sound of opening and closing the door and changing shoes at the entrance.

Hanfeng heard that it was the little brother's, got up and walked over.

The wind came in from the entrance with his head down, exuding an aura of loss all over his body.

"Tempest ......"

The cold wind opened his mouth, and he really didn't know what to say.

"Brother, you're back on a mission."

Hurricane raised his head, there were obvious bloodshot in his eyes, and his expression was indescribably decadent, and after putting down his schoolbag, Hurricane went straight to the backyard.

After a while, there was a messy slashing sound.

When Hanfeng walked to the back corridor, he saw that Hurricane used all his strength to cut the short sword in his hand every time, and after a while, Hurricane's hand slowly overflowed with blood.

Only then did Hanfeng realize that Blast's hands were wrapped in bandages, but the bandages were already red at this time.

The cold wind couldn't stand it anymore, so he went up and slapped down the short sword of the wind.

"Hurricane, I know you're sad, but if you practice like this, Uncle Xingshi won't be happy to see it." The cold wind whispered.

Swift Wind looked down at the dagger on the grass, not crying, not making trouble, and not speaking.

This situation is the most vexing of all.

Han Feng stiffened his head and comforted two more words, but it had no effect, and Han Feng only felt that the air around him was going to solidify.

At this time, the cold wind really wanted to turn into a blue beast, taking youth and blood as the entry point, hugging the little brother and crying bitterly.

But you really can't do it......