There are always so many coincidences in the world, some people meet a romantic love in a coincidence, some people get a huge treasure in a coincidence, and some people are more unlucky, and they are forced to travel to a different world that one party does not want to cross into for no reason.

The girl Sally was walking in the desert, listening to the white-haired uncle beside her say some crazy words, and she nodded her head as if she didn't understand.

"So, in fact, you are from another world, but you were forcibly sent to this world by a mysterious force?" Sally asked in a strange tone.

"That's right." Mizuki said sincerely. Although his eyebrows jumped and jumped without seriousness, like a third-rate artist performing funny pantomime, his tone was unprecedentedly serious, and he had a hooligan temperament of "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, but please believe what I say".

Mizuki took Sally's left hand with his right hand.

There is no warmth in this picture of big hands holding small hands, because after Mizuki, the madman, took Sally's little hand, he kept dangling like a retarded person and refused to stop.

"However......" Mizuki added, "if your primary school Chinese teacher has passed the education level, he should tell you that the words 'forcible' and 'send' are conflicting, little girl, you should replace the word 'send' with the word 'lose', and it will be perfect." ”

What the hell is elementary school—Sally's face suddenly lengthened, as if she had fallen into a deep depression.

In fact, Sally is not a pampered eldest lady, she has been trained in the desert since she was a child.

In her many years of travel, she has met robbers and sand bandits, seen poor people, and sometimes even saw that most of the poor hungry ghosts and the robbers who killed people and set fires were actually the same person. People of all professions struggle to survive in this desert where all life is buried, not to mention the powerful ninjas, and even a small ant hiding in a sand cave has a hideous appearance.

In the desert, there is no shortage of man-eating devils.

But the man in front of him seemed to be a little different. He is arrogant and domineering, but he is always rational. He has a peaceful mind, but he is always unruly. There was no lack of smiles and exaggerated expressions on his face, but there was also a faint hint of loneliness and sadness flashing from time to time. He obviously wants to say the truth in his stomach, but often he just talks nonsense to entertain himself. He's obviously not a bad guy, but he does kill people like hemp.

White-haired demon Mizuki? What a weirdo.

The girl Sally thought about the information of the man in front of her, and her immature and white face showed a little inexplicable distress.

"It's almost ......" Sally picked up a compass in her other hand, slid a map out of her sleeve, opened it with one hand, looked at the sign, and then scanned her surroundings.

Mizuki continued to shake Sally's little hand as if he was retarded, humming the tune of "Let's swing the sculls" in his mouth, and asked, "Do you think I'm joking after saying so many unbelievable things?" ”

The corners of Sally's mouth twitched slightly, and she shouted very unceremoniously, "You care about my feelings? If you care, can't you just let me go first? ”

"Ah...... Mizuki said in a long voice, "you have a point—I don't care how you feel anyway......"

When Sally heard this, she couldn't help but hate it.

Mizuki looked at the girl's grinning appearance, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

At this time, the sun hanging high above the dome gradually set in the west, there is no lonely smoke in the desert, and the sunset of the long river is not round, but the sunset red that the sun quietly spreads over the earth at dusk is as bright and moving as ever, like blood.

Sometimes, red is an ominous symbol, beautiful, but dangerous.

It was already evening, and a few cold winds were rising on the desert for no apparent reason.

Scattered bits of sand and gravel rolled gently on the ground, and when the force of the wind increased to a certain extent, the little bits of sand began to gather together, and the waterfall poured out, and the poisonous snakes swimming in the sand violently swallowed their tongues, screamed hoarsely, and flew in a hurry.

The cold wind was sudden and violent.

In the high roar, the venomous snake with many spots just flew out three or four meters, and was quickly swallowed by the violently turbulent quicksand.

One wind, two winds, three winds...... Chaos is on the verge of breaking out!

The strong wind swept up the yellow sand all over the ground, and the poisonous snake was pulled up in an instant, breaking into more than a dozen pieces of minced meat.

Suddenly, a huge haze rose from the ground.

In the hazy smoke and dust, there is a vague figure walking in it, the figure is slender and slender, but also very tall, like a willow breeze on a March day, soft and beautiful.

However, a person with such a figure, walking in the strong wind and sand, walked extremely firmly and steadily with every step, and the sound of stepping on the ground was orderly and unhurried.

Faintly, the man had long flowing hair fluttering in the wind, and the fluttering strands of hair were wrapped around a long katana tied behind her back.

The last rays of the sun cut through the haze, looming the ruins.

In the distance, Sally, the girl who led the way, paused and stood on a small sand dune, staring blankly at the ruins opposite.

Mizuki, who had been holding her little hand shamelessly, finally let go.

On the same sand dune, Mizuki squatted aside regardless of his image.

Following Sally's gaze, Mizuki cast a calm gaze to the huge ruins on the other side, which were full of ruins.

It can be seen that the ruins used to be an extremely prosperous city, and a towering building in the center of the sky was at least 300 meters high, and in this low-tech world, it was not easy to complete such a huge construction project.

On the small sand dune, Sally's eyes became more and more complicated, and Mizuki, whose eyes were originally calm, also slowly floated up, turning out a beautiful dead fish eye.

"That's what it is...... Your home. Mizuki took the initiative to speak.

Sally pursed her lips and snorted, "Hmm...... This is my home. ”

Mizuki lifted the dead fish eyes and said lightly: "It's really simple enough." ”

Sally didn't talk immediately, but pondered for a while, then turned her head and asked Mizuki, "Are you Konoha a traitor, Mizuki?" ”

Mizuki didn't feel that this question came suddenly, but felt that it was rare that Sally could endure asking until now.

He replied, "Yes, I am Mizuki. Tsk, why does everyone ask such nonsense as 'who are you, who are you, what are you going to do?'? ”

Sally looked at Mizuki's side face and said, "Because I don't understand." ”

"Why do you need to know this?" Mizuki said.

Sally thought for a moment and said, "Because...... Curious. What kind of person are you? Konoha rebel Shinobi Mizuki, did you really destroy your homeland? Did you really kill hundreds of villagers? Are you really ...... Is that the kind of person you are? ”

"Cut—"

Mizuki rolled his eyes at the dead fish and said, "That's right, these things are true, and you don't have to ask me why I did this, so I didn't bother to answer those boring things over and over again." I said - I don't care how you feel anyway......"

"You...... Bastard! Sally yelled at Mizuki and ran out like crazy.

The sky was getting dark.

The sand that has been piled up for many years drifts in the wind, and at a certain moment, the sand falls, forming sand dunes, some high, some low, some flat, some ups and downs, and some intertwined.

In the chaotic terrain, the girl ran out alone, trying her best.

"What an interesting little girl." Mizuki thought to himself.

Thinking like this, Sally, who had left her a few hundred meters away, suddenly let out a cry as she ran.

"Let's do it!"

Sally's cathartic shouts could be heard clearly even by Mizuki, who was squatting motionless on the sand dunes.

Suddenly, Mizuki felt empty under his feet.

The sand dunes beneath him flowed, trapping him almost entirely.

At the same time, in the haze in the distance, a figure as fast as a frightening leap rushed out.

Poof.

A sharp cold light flashed, faint as a needle and thread, but there was a sharp edge condensed in it.

Mizuki, who only showed one head, keenly saw this edge.

Immediately after, the sharp edge instantly reached Mizuki's neck.

Mizuki raised his eyebrows.

A sharp katana was already pressed against the skin of his neck.

Mizuki looked up, and a woman wearing a pair of Japanese-style armor stood in front of him, with a grim face, but she was stunningly beautiful.

Mizuki didn't look at the woman squarely, just looked at Sally who ran into the distance.

In the hazy wind and sand, the girl turned her head, her face was already pale and weak.

Mizuki was trapped in the sand dunes, but his expression was calm, and he laughed softly: "I said, I don't care about your feelings anyway, so you don't have to care about my feelings......"

"The game is just beginning......"