With a dull sound of rolling thunder, with the arrival of the rainy season, it once again rained black rain.

This overly atmospheric rainstorm divides the whole world, partly outside the rain curtain and partly within the rain curtain, and there is no communication or communication between the two.

Some are just shadowy figures staggered under the stage of the rainstorm, and those that are displayed in the rain or in the porch, only a few people can understand, the tragic picture.

"If I could vent my feelings now, I wouldn't be so distressed. Self-Born also master. ”

The translucent chakra scalpel in his hand that exuded terrifying lethality quietly annihilated and collapsed in the hands of Bo Feng Shuimen, and the little sun of the former Konoha gently hugged his man, who was also a teacher, a father and a friend, and whispered:

"So, no matter what, please don't stop me. Otherwise, I don't know what I'm going to do in my current state. I don't want to do anything at this time that I might regret it. So, please don't do it, Master Jiraiya. Because if we continue, I'm sure the result isn't what we like. ”

“…… That's a shame, little watergate. ”

Looking at the gloomy wave wind and water gate in front of him, Zilai also sighed deeply when he looked at his apprentice, and his body suddenly exploded into a cloud of white smoke.

At the same time, in another corner, countless black flies began to climb and spread on the ground, these ancient runic words formed a spirit contract, and with a muffled sound of slapping the ground, two short figures rushed to the shoulders of the comer in the blink of an eye.

"Shima Immortal, Fukasaku Immortal, please!"

"Oh! Go hard, the kids! ”

"Needless to say, kid dad!"

“……”

It's Immortal mode.

It's not an ordinary blood-moving outfit, but a real, fully modified Miaomu Mountain Toad Immortal Mode.

Looking at the markings crawling all over his body, carrying two small old toads on his shoulders, and the terrifying chakra of Jilaiya circulating up and down Zhou's body, Bo Feng Shuimen stood inside the door frame and looked at them expressionlessly.

Especially when looking at Jiraiya's somewhat toad-like face and the resolute look, the expression on Bo Feng Shuimen's cheeks twitched slightly.

And when the two old toads saw the wave of wind and water under the door frame clearly, they also made a sound of surprise.

"Watergate? Why are you kid? Are you angry with yourself? ”

"Even if it's a competition, it's too big to play like this, right? Hey, Jiraiya, what's going on? ”

"It's too long to explain, anyway, stop the water gate first!"

After explaining to the two immortals on his shoulder, Zilai also looked at the numb Bo Feng Shuimen and whispered:

"Hey, Watergate, even if it's going to be beaten, let's find a safe place. This is your home, right? You won't be happy if you break it. ”

“…… It's okay. Self-Born also master. ”

Looking at Jiraiya, who was surrounded by immortal chakra, Bo Fengshuimen chuckled, slowly raised his head, and looked at Jiraiya.

The blue pupils were dyed with a terrifying blood, but it also gave his pupils a little deadly willpower.

"You can directly cast all the ninjutsu and immortal techniques, I don't care."

“……”

Jirai is also a crisp and neat ninja.

Looking at the stubborn appearance of Bo Feng Shuimen in front of him, he had completely made up his mind to teach his arrogant little apprentice a lesson.

Just stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and the two immortals, Fukasaku and Shima, knew it. The chakra of the two toads and one person was instantly harmonized, but the three parts were jointly released.

The two toad immortals each spit out wind and fire, while Jiraiya himself spewed out countless oil in an instant. The wind made a fire, the fire burned the oil, and a round of burning boiling oil fireballs exuded a raging heat, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding air dried up, and instantly penetrated a pale passage and arrived in front of the Bo Feng Shui Gate.

"Immortal law. Goemon! ”

"The Heavenly Maiden returns."

A narrow black crack silently unfolded in front of the Bo Feng Shui Gate, engulfing the menacing boiling oil fireball in an instant.

Then in the next instant, that terrifying immortal fireball appeared in Jiraiya's eyes again. It's just that the trend of flying is exactly the opposite.

That is, the boiling oil fireball forged by the Immortal Law Goemon was actually returned to him intact, and even the fluctuations and speed exuded on it were even better than the one that Jiraiya had used at the beginning!

"This is one of the techniques that Brother Aizen specially finalized according to my physique, so if it's just such a technique, there is no way to stop me, Mr. Jiraiya."

The narrow gap behind him quietly returned to nothingness, and Bo Fengshuimen silently raised his eyes and looked at Jilai in front of him with a look of disbelief, and his face was gradually covered with lines representing blood.

Seeing that Jiraiya was embarrassed to dodge the boiling fireball and set off a constantly burning fire pond behind him, Bo Fengshuimen raised his hand at Jiraiya, and instantly threw out several dim and almost invisible invisible blades.

Before he could put on any defensive posture, in the next moment, the golden figure of Bo Feng Shuimen turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

What so-called instinctive reaction is too late for speed, Bo Feng Shui appeared in front of him expressionlessly, his palm shook slightly, and Jiraiya's left foot was instantly nailed to the ground by the void chakra scalpel.

"Damn!"

But this little injury is still -

Looking at the looming blade on his instep, as soon as he decided to grit his teeth and break free, he heard the shouts of the two immortals beside him.

"Jiraiya! Watch the back! ”

"Brother Aizen once said. He said not to say anything forgiving to people who were immersed in hatred. ”

"W-"

Zilai also looked behind him in astonishment, and the wave of Feng Shuimen, who was obviously still in front of him just now, seemed to violate the law of time, and took over several invisible sharp blades that he had just thrown out by himself behind his back, and instantly nailed through his left and right hands and right feet, and firmly fixed on the ground.

And it was only at this time that the figure of Bo Feng Shuimen in front of Zilai slowly dissipated. The intense pain that came from his limbs made Jiraiya's eyes split. But what made him even more heart-wrenching was that the wave in front of him seemed to have become a somewhat familiar appearance to him.

Bathed in the black rain curtain, Bo Feng Shuimen leaned down to look at Zi Lai Ye, who was nailed to the ground, and didn't even look at the two toads on his shoulders, but slowly showed the sharp blade in his hand.

"Because only those who are in the midst of hatred know that it is something that cannot be done at all. Hatred is an emotion that is stronger than love, longer than love, more lasting than love, and more poignant than love. ”

After a person dies, the living person often recalls the dead person's voice and smile without restrictions.

In the past, Ha Feng Shuimon and Kakashi Hachiki often teamed up to make fun of Aizen's habit of preaching, because in their eyes, Aizen was often preaching for the sake of preaching.

Although it sounds like a big truth and a bitter mouth, in fact, it is something that others have already explained thoroughly and know very well. At this time, Aizen always showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, and then pushed his glasses and said something like "this is worrying about you" and "for your good", like a big parent, who half-understands strange things.

And at this time, even Kakashi, who had been holding a strained face, would laugh very cooperatively.

Generally speaking, Aizen tends to shake his head a little helplessly, and then once again bring out a long explanation and finally admit that he really shouldn't say too much.

At the end of this discussion about life, hatred, and the world, Aizen often just gives them an answer. An answer that will get them out of the confusion.

When the time comes, do what you think." Don't have any regrets, and don't have any concerns. Your life is your own, so be it. ’

“……”

The illusion shattered, and only the sound of heavy rain pouring on the ground entered the ears of Bo Feng Shuimen.

“…… I'm sorry, but I'm also a master. ”

After a long time, looking at Jiraiya's painful expression, Bo Feng Shuimen slowly put down his raised palm and said in a low voice:

"It's just that you have your way, and I have mine. I'm no longer a child, and I'm not going to be behind you all the time. ”

"I understand your thoughts, I understand that you don't want to plunge the village into civil strife. However, for me, for us, it is the most important thing to find the murderer. ”

"What's more, even the elders and agents of a village want to kill and dare to kill, they are no longer worthy of being called people in the village. For this pest that hollows out Konoha leaves, I feel that all I should do is kill them. You say not? ”

Children of prophecy are a game that you should also wake up.

Looking at the limbs nailed to the ground, barely having any power to resist, Bo Feng Shuimen overlooked his master, and his body silently turned into white smoke and dispersed in the rain curtain.

As for the two toad immortals, Fukasaku and Shima, the once polite Bo Feng Shuimen didn't even look at these two toad immortals of Miaomu Mountain, as if they regarded the two toads as objects and ornaments. In the pitch-black rainstorm, feeling the appearance of the two toad immortals trying to pull out the invisible blades on their bodies, Zilai also slowly closed his eyes.

"Watergate ......"

In the pure blue eyes, they were already soaked in red rage.

That is no longer the appearance of the son of prophecy. Jiraiya finally knew that the child of prophecy he was looking forward to would probably never come back.

(End of chapter)