This morning.

Naruto Uzumaki came to bid farewell to Kiyoshi.

He is going to go out now, and for nearly a month, Qingming usually takes care of him, and he sincerely recognizes this big brother, so he naturally has to say something.

With him, there was also a man with white hair with red marks under his eyes, and this feature was still very recognizable: Jiraiya, one of the three ninjas.

Qingming hadn't seen him.

So even if he recognized it, he still pretended not to know, said hello with a smile, and then walked to the back of the kitchen, and quickly took out a huge thermos flask.

The capacity is at least several liters.

"Give."

Throw the thermos flask directly to Naruto Uzumaki, and wait for him to catch it before he speaks.

"One cup of refreshing, two cups of never getting tired, three cups of immortality, remember to drink a cup when you are tired and sleepy on the road, it will definitely make you feel a hundred times more energetic immediately."

"Ah...... Oh. ”

Naruto Uzumaki nodded.

This, of course he knew, wasn't it the Meng Po soup coffee, the dark green, bubbling, unknown liquid that had pitted a lot of people.

So give him this to drink? And still so much? Is this an attempt to murder? Or is it actually for him to defend himself? Treat the enemy for a drink while fighting?

In short, he didn't dare to drink it.

"Big Brother ......"

"Okay, it's not too early, let's go quickly, be careful on the road, and if you see any cute little girls, remember to bring a few back to the eldest brother."

“……”

Naruto Uzumaki opened his mouth.

And then......

There's nothing to do.,Leaving the coffee shop with Jiraiya.、Leaving Konoha.,Embark on a journey to find Tsunade-hime.,It's also a spiritual journey.。

They are gone, but someone returns to Konoha at this time to find the "legacy" left by the four generations of Hokage, that is, Naruto Uzumaki, who is the Nine-Tails Pillar Force.

Itachi Uchiha.

Konoha's S-class rebel ninja, the man who destroyed his own family, the owner of the Kaleidoscope Writing Wheel Eye, one of the members of the Akatsuki organization, and an undercover agent.

Things about him are complicated, and they can't be explained in a few words, but in short, his life is like a coffee table full of cups.

He chose a lot and gave up a lot, and only he knew what he got in the end, after all, it was the life he chose.

Regret?

Maybe not.

Some people, until they die, will not change their minds, will not change their beliefs, even if they are pointed at by thousands of people, even if they leave a lasting stigma.

This is admirable.

However, now he is not dead.

Not only did he not die, but he was also alive, and the two of them, the dried persimmon ghost shark, dared to walk in Konoha Village with a swagger, without worrying about their own safety.

Kakashi spotted them.

Then, Asma and Sunset Red also came over, and finally there was a battle by a small river in the village, an inconspicuous but thrilling enough battle.

Kakashi is put down by Uchiha Itachi's Tsukiyomi.

Fortunately, Kai also came over, and arranged for the dark department to come over for reinforcements, and the Uchiha Itachi and the dried persimmon oni shark who didn't want to make a big deal also directly chose to stop fighting and retreat.

They go after Jiraiya and Naruto Uzumaki.

Then, Sasuke Uchiha, who sensed something, also chased him out, because he was bent on killing Itachi Uchiha, and he didn't know anything, and he only had hatred in his heart.

Let's not talk about the outside world for now.

Afternoon.

Kiyoshi was invited to Konoha Hospital and treated Kakashi, and this time he was not lightly injured, but more seriously, he was mentally traumatized, which was very troublesome.

"All in all, I've prescribed medicine to you, just take it on time."

Qingming said so.

He pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, peeling the fruit with a fruit knife, while Kakashi was listlessly half-lying on the bed, more decadent than usual.

Qingming peeled the fruit, cut it into slices, and then ate it there by himself, quickly finished a fruit, and then patted his ass and stood up.

"I'll leave first if there's nothing else to do."

"Hmm."

Kakashi answered.

Seeing this, Qingming didn't say anything, turned around and left the ward, and saw Nara Lujiu in the corridor outside, this Konoha military advisor was also very busy at this time.

He also saw Qingming.

He walked over and asked about Kakashi's injury, and after making sure that there was no major problem, he breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Kakashi was a candidate for Hokage.

Although the fifth Hokage has nothing to do with him for the time being, he is the successor of the third generation Hokage, and if there is no accident, the sixth Hokage can be sure that it is him.

Among the people of the same generation, only Kakashi is the most suitable, Kai, Sunset Red and others are not good, even Asma, the son of the third generation, is missing something.

King James Decree?

It doesn't matter.

After talking to Nara Lujiu for a while, Qingming left Konoha Hospital and wandered outside by himself, looking at this Konoha Village, which is also somewhat familiar.

I've also met a lot of people I know.

"Alas......"

Shaking his head, he sighed softly.

Then I bought some snacks and ate them while walking, and there was no destination, so I walked casually, and then there were fewer and fewer people, and I saw many flowers and trees.

So this is the suburbs?

Hell knows.

Anyway, Qingming didn't care, he came here, so he took a look at any medicinal materials or anything like that, even in this kind of place, sometimes there are precious medicinal materials that are missing.

But couldn't find it.

However, on a small hillside, I saw a girl, a girl who was engrossed in painting, and she didn't notice it when Qingming walked behind her.

"Hmmm......"

Qingming was eating snacks while looking at the girl who was drawing, but his eyes glanced around, how many ninjas were around, were they spying on this girl?

The girl is still drawing.

Flowers and trees, birds, beasts, fish and insects, blue sky and white clouds, etc., look very good, but there seems to be something special hidden in that picture.

What is it?

Qingming sat down directly on the side, and did not look at the painting on the drawing board, but looked at the serious, focused girl, who seemed to be very interested in her.

This girl is quite funny.

It's pretty too.

Qingming looked at the girl, seemed to be very interested in her, and didn't seem to care at all, because those eyes, as always, had no emotional fluctuations.

The girl still didn't pay attention to him, and was engrossed in drawing, maybe because she liked painting very much, or maybe there was some special reason why she had to paint.

The former or the latter?

I don't know.

For a girl he met for the first time, Qingming had no way to know more about her, although he would read fortune telling, but this did not make him omniscient.

But it's better that way.

Sometimes, omniscience is not a good thing, ignorance is not necessarily a bad thing, there are no absolutes in this world, everything is only relative.

In short, Qingming didn't know anything about her.

The same goes for her.

If she didn't count the watchers, she would normally be alone, and those people wouldn't allow her to see anyone else, and no one else would be allowed to see her.

Today seems to be the exception.

In normal times, the monitors had already driven away the people who were close, but now they didn't see anyone coming out to drive Qingming, maybe Qingming was different from others?

She was a little curious.

But she didn't plan to ask, because for her, as long as it was Konoha people, it was her "enemy", and it was an existence that didn't need to be cared about.

Yes, all enemies.

Not only did they send someone to spy on her, but they also wanted to kill her, and her parents died because of it, and the people of Konoha pretended to be nice to her, thinking that she didn't know.

She knows.

At least, she thinks she knows all the truth.

But is it really?

This is not good, after all, sometimes, people only believe what they want to believe, or perhaps, they just don't want to believe the facts that are not good for them?

God knows.

Human beings have always liked to make up their brains, and some people are even willing to believe the "facts" made up by their brains, and they will not believe in those truths with real evidence.

Therefore, human beings are as strange as Qingming.