At noon the next day

It was drizzling in the sky, and the raindrops hit everyone's bodies, splashing a trace of mist.

The mist coalesced and slowly slid down everyone's skin.

"Tick Tick Tick Tick"

Thin raindrops fell into puddles of water on the ground, rippling one after another.

Looking at the familiar street in front of him, Yan Yan took a deep breath of cold air and narrowed his eyes pleasantly.

"Then, it's up to me and Tekuno to report the mission."

Bai Yunye Mountain, who had recovered from his injuries, looked back at everyone, and his slightly soothing gaze seemed to be relieved.

"It's hard for you this trip, so let's disband it first."

"Ahh Then I'll go first, Captain Hayama!"

Suddenly remembering Sasuke, who had been injured by Uchiha Itachi before leaving, Naruto Uzumaki ran towards Konoha Hospital with a scream.

"Big brother Tekuno, grandpa, there will be a period later!"

The goodbye sounded faintly behind the rain curtain, but only one person was missing.

It's not that Naruto Uzumaki forgot to say goodbye to Yan Yan, but he is really afraid of Yan Yan these days.

The blood-red monk's robe on Yan Yan's body, even after cleaning, still exudes a strong smell of blood, like a key to open his memory.

The hellscape that was frozen in Naruto Uzumaki's mind was always inadvertently opened by the key, like a nightmare.

If it weren't for Kosuke finding a few medicinal herbs in the wild, I'm afraid Naruto Uzumaki, who had vomited all the way, wouldn't have been able to stand and return to Konoha at all.

"Ho Ho Ho, then please leave it to you."

Seeing this, Kosuke smiled kindly and nodded, and the rickety figure waved his hand to everyone and turned to leave.

It's just that the pace is much faster than before, as if I'm afraid of being caught up by something.

"Then I'll go back first."

Yan Yan, who was holding the umbrella of the thousand machines, looked at Tejiuno, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Remember to go back when you have time, grandma and Tiantian miss you very much."

"Of course, I've recently studied a super ninjutsu, and I'm planning to teach it to Tiantian!"

Tehisanohan smiled and patted his chest, watching Yan Yan walk into the rain.

Although he was miserable by Yan Yan, but if he didn't have Yan Yan this time, I'm afraid he would never have a chance to come back.

In the drizzling rain, the voice of Yan Yan came out faintly.

"Uncle Hayama's words, the next time Aunt Keiko ties you up, I'll try not to watch the excitement."

"This stinky boy"

Bai Yunye Shan shook his head with a smile.

"Let's go, Tekuno, nearly a hundred Iwa shinobi died, this is not a trivial matter"

In the continuous rain, a touch of scarlet swept in the direction where Kosuke had disappeared.

"Old man, you can't run away"

The sky was dark, the raindrops were getting more and more sparse, and a faint red glow reflected at the bottom of the clouds.

Root training base

In the gloomy corridor, Sora was holding a set of clean monk's robes and clothes and walked in the direction of the bathroom of the logistics department.

Not far around the corner, a redhead suddenly appeared, blocking the empty path with an inexplicable smile.

"What do you want to do?"

The empty pupils shrank, and he took a step back vigilantly, hiding the monk's robe tightly behind him.

"Think"

In a trance, Xiang Lian, who nodded again and again, seemed to think of something, and the corners of her misty eyes couldn't help but show an infatuated smile.

"Huh?!"

"No, Lord Yanyan ordered me to bring his clothes."

In the sound of empty suspicion, Xiang Li, who suddenly returned to his senses, stretched out his right hand.

"Give it to me."

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

Sora's face darkened and he took a step back, trying to find an opportunity to change his path so as to avoid this who was plotting against her brother.

He clearly knows that although this's strength is not as high as his own, she is a scheming guy.

Without a certain certainty, this will not come to block him.

"So there must be helpers!"

"What doesn't look like, be confident"

Xiang Ryu squinted her eyes and laughed, and pressed towards the air step by step.

"You're just like me, you're a fool in love."

"Love? Not good!"

Sora, who looked nervous, was suddenly shocked in his heart, and immediately thought of him who Kurama Yakumo was nearby, and instantly turned around and ran backwards.

However, just as he turned the corner, a touch of azure sleeves suddenly met his eyes

"Hey, hey, hey"

Xiang Lian ran to the corner excitedly, snatched the monk's robe and clothes in his empty hand, and quickly left.

"Thank you, Sister Yakumo, Lord Yanyan, I'm here"

In the dimness, hearing the footsteps of Xiangru getting farther and farther away, Kurama Yakumo's eyes turned slightly, and he slowly walked in front of Sora.

Looking at the empty and distracted eyes, the warm and blurred voice murmured:

"Don't blame me, Xianglin told me"

While the white slender fingers stroked the empty jaw, the empty eyes suddenly regained their brilliance, but the body was even stiffer.

"She saw with her own eyes that you and Yan Yansang were tricking me in the Forest of Death."

Looking at his lips that were getting closer and closer to him, the hollow Adam's apple with wide-eyed eyes rolled up and down with difficulty.

"So I'm really curious, what else are you hiding from me?"

A scorching snort greeted him, and Sora closed his eyes tremblingly.

"I'm sorry, brother, I did my best"

"Squeak"

Behind the glimmering bathroom door, the sound of the shower water stopped abruptly, and a long sigh of comfort sounded faintly.

"Click"

"Long wait, empty"

After a while, with the sound of the door sliding open, a large cloud of steam poured out like a cloud, and in the vapor, a vague figure wiped his hair.

"It's so comfortable to take a shower after a good night's sleep."

"Speaking of which, you and Yakumo didn't have any accidents on this mission, did you?"

"Nope"

A hoarse, dry voice rang out.

"It's good if you don't, I'm going to be busy this time."

Looking at the gradually dissipating fog, the figure is becoming clearer and clearer.

Xiang Li, whose heart was beating sharply, licked the corners of her thirsty mouth, and her hands holding the monk's robe and clothes trembled excitedly.

The white neck also seems to be smeared with rouge

"Alright, give me the clothes."

The fog cleared, wiping the moisture off his head and face, and Yan Yan opened his eyes with a smile.

"Remember to burn the previous one, especially the underwear, don't let it smell"

“”

His gaze gradually condensed, looking at the red hair that had fainted on the ground at some point.

Yan Yan picked up the clothes scattered on Xianglian's body with a blank face.

"It's better to keep it, after all, it's better to be blocked"

"Brother!"

Just when Yan Yan, who was dressed, was wiping Xianglian's nosebleed, Kong's anxious exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Damn, it's still too late"

Seeing Yan Yan raise his head, he looked at himself calmly, and didn't look away for a long time.

Hollow lowered his head and muttered:

"I tried my best brother, but"

"Ahh

Yan Yan looked at the lipstick marks that were slightly invisible at the corners of his empty mouth, and nodded solemnly.

"I can see it"

"This kind of behavior is what Yan Yansang called the wingman theory, right?"

In the dim corner, Kurama Yakumo leaned against the railing and looked at the affectionate violence, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a thoughtful smile.

"The statement in the book is indeed true, as long as the time is ripe, why not be a long wingman"

Carrying Xianglian, who was still fainting, back to the conference room, Yan Yan made a cup of tea and leaned weakly on the chair.

Scarlet eyes faintly looked at the book marks highlighted on the bag of the incense burnt ninja.

"Hey, hey"

"Hey, hey"

The faint inaudible laughter of Xiang Lian kept ringing in his ears, and the little figure let out a long sigh.

"It seems like a good thing, but I always feel that our brothers have suffered a big loss."

Who says a female hooligan is not a hooligan?

"Is there one?"

Looking at the empty face scratching the corners of his mouth shyly, Yan Yan rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Well, it looks like I'm the only one who suffers."