On a cold morning, after the fire was extinguished, everything began to repeat itself as if nothing had happened.

In fact, there may have been something happening, but nothing really happened.

There is no exchange of words, but between two people, it is not a situation that needs to be worried.

In order to ensure the successful completion of the task, Winter Night really still cares about the [friendship] between the other two teammates, but he is just a bystander, and under normal circumstances, he will not interfere.

From the beginning, I knew that because of the difference in the division of labor, there were few situations where two people could contact and talk at the end of the day.

At this moment, this is also the best situation, after all, as long as there is no need to communicate deliberately, they will not exist for the time being, because of the embarrassing idea of a certain memory of the night, for two people with awkward personalities, having such a [blank] time, is like a necessary and perfect lubricant.

However, lubricants also have a shelf life, and the expiration date of the product is limited, after all, time always determines the direction of the straight step.

So.

It's dusk again, and someone is treading the twilight.

The unnamed row of trees that occasionally passed by, at this time, the leaves had fallen off, and only the brown branches remained, stretching out beautifully into the gray-blue sky, and there was a stubbornness in the depression.

Following the road, turning the corner, I walked on another road, which was a row of camphor trees that were as lush as spring, with green leaves, firmly grasping the branches, and letting the wind blow without moving.

I caught it in my ears, although I heard it first because of the thick green in front of me, and the jingle bell that matched it very well, it was flowing water, and at this time, it was always a rare murmuring of flowing water.

The stream not far away, receding very low, with faint ripples. The stranded silt on both sides of the stream, in the twilight, is a little desolate, and even more silent.

As far as the eye can see, the mountains are shrouded in a pale mist, and the cold air is everywhere, and every crevice and corner is not missed.

Beautiful, very beautiful, quiet, very quiet, compared to the caravan in a hurry, only the winter night can be careless, with a blurry gaze, looking at this dusk in winter.

Yes, he was looking at winter, and the winter night was looking at this twilight of winter. It's been too cold this winter. Walking in such a desolate twilight, most people will miss the spring when the wicker is green, and the summer when the clothes are fluttering.

Winter is the night of the four seasons, but dusk is only the end of autumn of the day, in fact, as long as it is not a real winter night, there is still a trace of hope.

Not everyone is idle.

More people have less appreciation for beauty.

It is always customary to look for dry sticks that can be lit to make torches.

Then, when it got dark, the torches lit up the night again.

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The mission is boring.,If it's really based on the current situation.,Leave it to Hinata Yuki and Mitarai.,It's probably the impression that's it.。

It's simple and easy.

It seems that only yesterday's bandits are their first and final success.

And the pressure that the other party can give is obviously pitiful to them, and it is not even more difficult than crushing a bunch of ants.

At this time, it will happen inexplicably.

Based on the heart of a young ninja, the so-called rebellious idea that appeared.

It is inevitable to think about the B-class missions in the past and the current B-class missions in comparison.

It's obviously a similar mission content and the same task rating, but it obviously reflects the difficulty of the world's difference.

So, what will be done?

The demands of the curse, looking forward to the road ahead, there will be powerful tribulations waiting for you, hindering you?

Will you ask for a bigger storm to keep yourself in the storm?

This is masochism, which some people cannot understand, but it is actually possible, at least that's the idea.

Is this stupid, or can it be explained that this is a sense of crisis defense in advance?

Although it is not clear what kind of results the curse can give? Will the same thing really happen in the future? Will Murphy's theorem come true again?

But sure enough.

In fact, most ninjas should just be determined like this, and the mission just ends in a dull way.

This is a real world, and every person is a real life! When Winter Night realized this, it wasn't when he killed the first person, but when he felt death approaching him.

yes.

Only then will people realize that they don't want to die.

So.

It's not easy to forget that ninja is a profession with a high mortality rate.

Thereupon.

All ninja villages exist, and the range of ninja missions is limited.

Based on the existence of the ninja level, in order not to consume the ninja's living power, the range of tasks that can be accepted is generally limited.

In general, the generally accepted tasks are B-level and C-level, and this still takes into account the overall strength of the entire squad.

But even so, every year in Konoha, there are many ninja squads that have a high chance of dying because of B-level missions.

Any decision made by any member of the team could result in the death of a companion.

Even if there is a dark selfishness in the heart, most of the time it is to pray for true peace rather than the quiet before the storm.

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The first night watchman tonight is Mitarai.,Tonight,There was no normal conversation between the two.,The girl was already asleep on her side in the sleeping bag.。

Bored, he stirred the fire with a stick, and suddenly heard it.

The sound of breaking through the sky.

First came a crisp single sound, and then a black light that was not much slower than the sound.

It flashed past the fire, and the only effect was that the cold wind suppressed the tongue of fire, and then the stars of the charcoal fire jumped through the space, blooming like fireworks in the air in front of them, and finally disappeared.

The fastest reaction was Mitarai, who was still awake, and then the upper body that almost straightened was Hinata Yuki, who was still [asleep] just now.

Similar frowns and glances at each other, within a few meters of distance, the body has made a similar and consistent response.

One step.

The distance of less than a few meters, after they took a step towards each other, immediately shortened the two to the extent of more than ten centimeters.

The fluttering seals on Mite's hands continued to pick up speed, all of which he had begun to prepare before he had even stepped forward.

Whew!······

Compared to the previous fast and refined bass, what followed was clearly not the same type of sound that was captured by the keen sense of hearing for a moment.

It was a noisy series of sounds.

The sound that came first, and then the naked eye barely saw it from the darkness, was the stars swaying in the sky.

"Soil Dungeon!"

The time was just right, and the stamping was finally completed at the final, most critical time.

Then, the earthen wall that rose like crazy vines sealed everything and enclosed the siege of a dungeon, wrapping Mitarai and Hinata Snow together.