Kawanokuni, a small and closed and backward country.

Black clouds were rolling and thunder was rumbling, and it was clear that this unusual weather had been going on around for a long time.

Since half a year ago, the mining area of this place has been frightening electric lights from time to time.

"Woooooooooooo

In the heavy rain, a tall man stood beside a coffin that had been buried in the ground, weeping bitterly.

Dressed in a one-piece hood, he held his head in grief from time to time, but with the thunder that suddenly crossed the sky, his expression under the hood was very distorted.

"Don't be afraid, I'll let you keep it in my memories!"

Looking at the coffin that was still struggling, the man's tone seemed strange, and as his hands were raised, two long knives with protruding counterblades rubbed together, flashing with dazzling thunder.

With the sound of endless thunder, the crowd that had been waiting nearby for a long time finally rushed over, and began to bury the still shaking coffin with the shovel in their hands.

As the earth completely buried the still shaking coffin, the surrounding crowd and the slightly nervous man all stood silently in the rain and mourned, but the man with the twin swords flashing with lightning suddenly reflected bursts of red light on his bulging back.

"Ranmaru, are you alright?"

For the figure whose back suddenly squirmed, the man who was giving a funeral to the living seemed particularly concerned.

"I'm fine, Thundertooth,"

The boy known as Ranmaru opened his mouth faintly, and although he had already said that he was fine, the weak voice did not sound like that.

"Hold on for a while, Ranmaru, it's over right away."

Knowing the weakness of the young man's body, Lei Ya slightly accelerated the funeral process.

It's just that in that cold weather, the young man's figure inevitably squirmed.

……

On a rare sunny day, a figure in a red cloud robe walked slowly on the still muddy path, holding the hat slightly with one hand, and a pleasant bell rang from time to time as he walked.

At the end of the road, a sign hung up in a humble shop caught his attention.

The curry shop of life, seeing this, the person who came removed the hat with the jingle bell, revealing a delicate face, but compared to this, his white eyes were more eye-catching.

"Is it finally here?"

Muttering to himself, Ning Ci looked at this familiar signboard, and finally inevitably recalled.

This place Ning Ji remembers very clearly, in addition to the incredibly spicy curry that is unforgettable, it is the things that the guy in the nearby mine has that makes people remember.

Black Hoe Thunder Tooth, one of the former ninja sword seven, the man who defected from the fog has something that Ning Ci also cares about.

That is the red eye's blood inheritance limit, and the three major pupil techniques that have been handed down, red eyes are a more peculiar pupil technique, it has the ability to penetrate objects, perceive danger, and even be able to create phantoms that deceive the perception of the white eye, you must know that the white eye can be compared to the other two major pupil techniques, but the observation power is stronger than anyone else.

But in the face of the little ghost with this pupil technique, Ning Ci was defeated by others for the first time in terms of observation.

"Ranmaru, well, that guy should be called that, right?"

Remembering the name again from his memory, Ning Ci frowned and seemed to be a little unsure, after all, from his memory, he was also in contact with that guy for the first time.

Thinking of this, Ning Ci shook his head slightly, looked at the familiar shop, hesitated for a moment and walked in.

"Guest, what do you order?"

A rickety old woman stood up and looked at the young man in a red cloud robe, looking a little surprised.

"Guest, you're a foreigner, aren't you?"

The mother-in-law recognized Ning Ci's face at a glance.

"Well, sort of!"

Seeing that the old man was running this small shop alone, Ning Ci couldn't help frowning.

It seems that as in memory, the grandson of this mother-in-law still joined the family established by the Black Hoe Thunder Tooth.

"That's really rare, there are no special products in this country, and even my own people don't want to stay here."

Speaking of this, the old woman sighed slightly.

After a while, the old woman finally remembered something, and trembled and brought out a bowl of rice poured with black curry, not only did it look scary, but even the spicy smell of her nose made Ning Ci frown inexplicably.

Can people really eat this level of spiciness?

With a soup spoon in his hand, Ning Ci hesitated for the first time.

After hesitating for a while, Ning Ci tasted the first bite, and the hot feeling in his mouth instantly alleviated Ning Ci's tired feeling a lot.

"It's spicy, but its spicy touch relieves the fatigue of people and rejuvenates their bodies."

When the old woman said this, a proud smile bloomed on her wrinkled face.

"Well, it's true, it does give you a feeling of energy when you eat it."

Ning Ci frowned, although this kind of spicy was beyond the scope of his mouth, it was undeniable that after swallowing the first bite, he did feel a lot less tired.

"Mother-in-law, are you the one who runs this small shop?"

There was really no way to enter, Ning Ci put down the spoon, looked at the lonely old man on the side, and suddenly asked about this.

"It used to be run by two people, but my grandson left the town and said he was going to join the Black Hoe family and hasn't come back for a long time."

Speaking of this, the old woman's tone seemed very helpless.

"That's right."

After picking up the water glass on the side and drinking it all, Ning Ci can be regarded as confirming the shadow in his memory.

The old woman, who was reawakened by Ning Ci's words, turned her back with some sadness.

A moment later, as the person got up, Ning Ci had already put on the hat again, and the pleasant bell rang outside the door.

"Don't worry, mother-in-law, your grandson will be back soon."

Ning Ci's voice came in from outside the door.

Only then did the old woman turn her back and look at the bulging money bag next to the lonely bowl and chopsticks, and she realized that the young brother had left.

"Little brother, even if it's a checkout, these are too many!"

Holding the money bag left by Ning Ci, the old woman walked out of the store, looked at the disappearing figure in the distance and hurriedly shouted.

However, in the distance, only Ning Ci waved his hand, and then completely disappeared from the old woman's field of vision.

The sorrel gold mountain, which is a mountain range with many mines.

As a poor country of Kawanoku, this is the only place where you can find a few special products, such as gold sand, but this was a few decades ago, and the only thing that can be produced here now is iron ore, but even so, the people here are living in a very tight situation.

The black oppressive clouds reappeared, and lightning flashed across the sky.

Noticing this scene, Ning Ci shook his head.

It seems that that guy is right, as one of the seven ninja sword members, this guy's behavior seems to be extremely bad.

Still retains all the vices handed down from the era of the blood mist, this man has always taken pleasure in slaughtering the weak, but compared to simple killing, this guy's hobby is even more unacceptable.

If it weren't for the help of the red-eyed imp all the time, I'm afraid this guy would have died many times ago.

Thinking of this, Ning Ci couldn't help but look forward to that little ghost's pupil technique.

After all, being able to protect a fool for so long has proven his ability, although in Ning Ci's opinion, it seems a bit wasteful to use this ability to protect that guy.

PS: I couldn't stand the pain in my ears last night, and I went to the emergency department in the middle of the night to find out that it was acute otitis media, which made me groggy all day today, and I just listened to everything buzzing, and the code words were not in a state, alas, everyone should bear with it, I was also helpless.