What do you want to say? What to say? What will be said? When I get along with people, I always think about these three things.

When you are being listened to, you always think about what you need to say. It's an idea based on the ego.

When you listen, do you always feel like you need to say something? It's based on other people's ideas.

When you say it, you don't know what you're going to say. is based on unknown ideas.

As a result, the answers to all three questions are often not consistent.

The so-called inconsistencies between the outside and the outside may be the case.

Thereupon.

What do I want to say to her? Or is there something I am going to say to her after that?

In the strange silence, between the winter night and the sunnata snow, it doesn't look like the awkward atmosphere that people who have been reunited for a long time should exude.

Finally, what would I say to her at this moment?

The closed lips open up and down in an instant.

And then.

The silent female voice suddenly broke off.

"Mitari washing."

Compared to the men's winter nights, the female Hinata Snow was more active, and said the name of the man who had [died] written on the grave in front of her.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

She didn't use a tone of certainty, but a hint of confusion mixed with anticipation that she herself didn't seem to be aware of.

Is that the question directly asked? It's more direct than I thought.

So.

What do you want to say? What to say? What will be said?

Winter Night asked himself such a question over and over again in his mind, and then, it was decided.

At this moment, he may want to be a person who is consistent on the outside and on the inside.

The answer or something has been decided a long time ago, and the choice has been made a long time ago.

"He died, because I killed him with my own hands, I know very well."

What he said, when facing Orochimaru, the facts he said were only the second time at the moment, and this was his second admission.

"Someone killed him."

And then the fourth, this is the fourth restatement of the same thing in the face of the fourth person on Rukawa Winter Night, and compared to the past, he used this time, which sounded very strange at the beginning.

"But I saved him."

Immediately after that, it was like a turning point that would have happened unexpectedly, and even if it did, it wouldn't be surprising, but it should have been a casual "breath of relief".

"And then I killed him again."

The twist again, beyond everyone's expectations, came so quickly, and the strange beginning, the ordinary transition, is the most unacceptable ending.

"Use this knife."

Perhaps in order to increase his persuasive power, Winter Night, who tried his best to prove that he was not lying, made a decision that was as similar to anyone else.

The blade of the aqua blue light flashed between the inadvertent raising of the hand in the winter night, and between the snow-white pupils of Hinata.

That's it! The killing intent that pierced Hinata Yuki's skin could be perceived, as if he was laughing with his hideous mouth open.

"And then, oh, the kunai that came out of him at the time."

It seems that he suddenly remembered something.,A kunai that I don't know where it got it.,When I reacted.,It's been casually thrown to the ground.,The crisp sound of metal impact.,On the surface, it should be exactly the same as the ordinary standard kunai.。

However, it was this kunai, Rukawa's eyes on a winter night stared directly at the Hinata snow in front of him, and this was one such thing he needed her to understand.

Although it was a chance encounter in advance, in order to be able to return the lost item to its owner, it was carried at any time on the winter night. The kunai that was stained with the blood of the Mite's washing, and then it was washed away little by little, and finally cleansed.

"Because I thought that I was going to kill him after all, it would be more appropriate to use my own knife, and I also hoped that he should know who killed him."

Hinata Yuki stared at Kunai, those rolling eyes, could she see a different place than the Rukawa winter night? Then, her face, which had become as pale as the pupils of her eyes, was she already convinced of something?

"Why?"

"What?"

The trembling voice was unusually low, and the footsteps of the winter night that were inaudible for a moment suddenly stepped forward, and his suddenly approaching figure pierced Hinatayuki's eardrums with a louder voice.

"Why?"

"Why kill him?"

As if it had been detonated, Hinata Xue, who suddenly roared loudly, the woman who also did not retreat, her face, cute and immature face, was radiating all kinds of addictive negative emotions at the moment.

Anger, regret, hatred, despair, Rukawa Winter Night discovered that in addition to the emotions she could feel, there were more complex emotions, more full of extreme charm and attraction, at this moment of her.

It's beautiful!

Makes people, involuntarily, want more.

More to get her into.

In the midst of that deeper despair.

"Why do you say?"

Why? I was also asking myself, was I at that time a whim? Or is it a whim? Is it a human choice? Or is it the inevitability of fate?

In a word.

"There's no particular reason."

Compared to the increasingly terrifying expression, Hyuki has also begun to distort her face to the point that it has nothing to do with cuteness and beauty.

The emotional face of Rukawa on a winter night may be confused.

Is it strange to kill? Isn't it normal to kill people? Or is it that I, who am used to killing people, am I actually abnormal?

Even if you kill Mitarai, it doesn't make a difference, right? Or can't he kill him because he's a ninja from Konoha Village?

So, in the end, you still need a reason to kill someone.

So.

"If I had to say it, I might hate him."

"Because I hate it, I kill people, it should be like this."

What is the reason for this? What kind of justification is it to kill someone? No kidding!

But!

"Really?"

"In that case, there is no way to do it." The expression of everything that suddenly disappeared, and the smile on that face suddenly appeared.

"You're laughing, but it's dangerous, you give me the feeling."

"Really? Please take care of me in the coming days. ”

What is there besides hypocrisy in her overly maintained bright smile?

"What's next? It can't be what I thought it would be. ”

What I perceived in the words of the other party was a premonition of uneasiness.

"Since you are Rukawa senior, of course your strength is not doubtful, but considering that you are not familiar with the operation laws of the roots, so, Lord Yanzang specially asked me, who is more familiar with you, to assist you."

"So, in the days to come, please take care of it."

The news she said with a smile really made people laugh.

"Really? Then please take care of it. ”

"Yes, I will definitely kill you carefully."

"I don't want to die yet, and I won't kill you, so I'll try not to get hurt to the point where I'll be killed by you."

The men and women who are only a fist apart from each other do not feel ambiguous between them at all.

The woman's bright smile corresponds to the man's unchanged expression, and between the two people of similar height, their eyes are level, and there is a breath that makes the morning light, which is not warm, even colder.

At this moment, they concluded a new contract of [Kill or Not Kill].