Tonight, it rained in Shayin Village.

This is a very common sight in other places, and it is extremely rare for those who live in this land.

The dirt pavement was already muddy, and the caravans that flowed during this time were moving day and night, and the rain made the dilapidated pavement a 'trap'.

The outsiders frowned and avoided when they saw it, while the local children squatted on the ground, curiously playing with the wet mud.

"It's really bad weather~"

Chiyo and Ebizo sat in the hallway of the courtyard, watching the rain hit the otherwise calm surface of the pool.

She held a cup of hot tea in her dry palm, and the pale green tea soup was held in the quaint teacup, and the mist was especially obvious in this gloomy weather.

"Sister, the people of the clan are dissatisfied with the decision of the Presbyterian Church."

"What do you think?"

Ebizo didn't answer immediately, but was silent for a moment before he spoke: "I have no objection to being punished, but it is enough to punish Kotaro alone." The tribe has given so much for the sake of the village, but it has been punished for one person..."

Ebizo didn't continue to say the rest of the words, but how Chiyo didn't understand what he meant.

"Well... Ebizo, do you remember the cemetery in the village? ”

Ebizo didn't know why his sister suddenly mentioned this unrelated topic, but he still replied respectfully:

"Of course, we built it with our own hands. At that time, the conditions were not good, the adults went out to fight, and we children stayed in the village, which was one of the few places where we could contribute, but unfortunately at that time, the material technology was not good, and the construction could not be compared with other villages. ”

Ebizo raised his head, his eyes full of remembrance.

"Yes~ At that time, there was nothing, just a lot of blood. But now, the elders' mansions, the worst of which are also full of electrical circuits, bright day and night, green grass, and even compare with each other with beautiful concubines, but why no one mentions repairing the cemetery? ”

"Even the only blood and bravery at that time was gone, right?"

Chiyo raised her head and looked in the direction of the cemetery, countless towering houses blocked her view, but she seemed to see something: "I went there some time ago, a small earthen bag with a rough cross made of stone, many people don't even have names, they are just forgotten~"

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'll be tomorrow..."

Before Ebizo finished speaking, Chiyo waved his hand: "I didn't mean to accuse you, in fact, I also forgot." I'm not in a position to accuse you... Do you remember Big Brother Cohen? ”

Ebizo frowned, and after thinking for a while, he said uncertainly: "Is it the big brother who loved to laugh when he was a child?" ”

Chiyo nodded: "That's right~ If it weren't for him, one of my arms would have been cut off by a robber, and I wouldn't have had a chance to become a medical ninja in the future." He was one of the first warriors to enter the graveyard, but I... I couldn't find him anymore. ”

After saying that, she sighed:

"I have always felt that I have given a lot to Shayin Village, I have made Shayin Village better, I despise those fat pigs who are on the corpse and eat vegetarian food, and I despise those guys who rely on the clan to show off their might. Now that I think about it, what's so good about the Chiyo tribe? ”

Ebizo seemed to understand what Chiyo was going to say next, and his expression was a little tangled.

"Brother~ My relatives are only you now... Well... Now it's just you, and all I care about is a few people around me. If the tribe becomes like those people, it will be like a stranger to me, you know? ”

Ebizo closed his eyes and sighed, "I understand, sister." ”

He knew what his sister meant by saying this to him, but he wouldn't resist.

My sister's family only has herself, so why shouldn't she be?

At this time, a waiter respectfully walked not far away: "Chiyo-sama, Hoshino Maki asks to see." ”

"Nope."

"Yes."

Ebizo looked at the back of the waiter and suddenly spoke: "Be bad at it." ”

The waiter paused for a moment and nodded yes.

After the waiter left, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Sister, let's go to the cemetery tomorrow to have a look, I remember that Brother Coen was buried about ten steps by the wall, but I don't know that my old legs are still different from the steps when I was a child."

"It's okay, your intelligence hasn't changed."

“...”

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Bang——!

Looking at the gate that was violently closed, Hoshino Maki held an umbrella, his eyes calm without the slightest surprise.

His small actions may or may not be able to hide Chiyo, but the results are acceptable to him, or bearable.

"Then don't bother."

Hoshino Maki bowed deeply towards the gate and turned to leave.

"Hoshino Maki and Chiyo had a falling out? Are you sure? ”

Orange Juro looked at the dark part of the kneeling in front of him and asked eagerly.

"The subordinates only saw Chiyo refusing Hoshino Maki's visit."

Orange Juro rubbed his chin, his eyes flashing with thought.

If he follows his past habits, he will give this person who once contradicted himself and made it impossible for him to get off the stage an unforgettable education.

But now, after so many things, especially Hoshino Maki who exchanged those captives for so many benefits, made him realize that people can be so useful.

Aren't people who can make people useful more useful?

Think about it from another angle, if you are a mediocre person who has no ability, how can you let yourself hold a grudge?

Stabbing Chiyo with Chiyo's knife doesn't get much more enjoyable than this.

He suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Did you find someone else when you were spying?" ”

"Yuta's men also appeared near Chiyofu."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

"My lord, you only let me spy on Hoshino Makaki."

Orange Juro glared angrily and pointed at the other party for a long time speechless.

Now, he is convinced that what he needs most is talent.

"Go and call me Hoshino."

Seeing the back of the other party pushing open the door, he thought about it and instructed: "Go private, don't let people see it." ”

After his men left, Orange Juro sat down in his seat, thinking about what to say next.

Before he could think for a minute, he saw his men already kneeling at the door.

"My lord, Hoshino Maki brought it."

"So fast?!"

This speed, you use the Flying Thunder God to please?

"My lord, when I went out, I found him already standing at the door of the mansion."

“... Bring him in. ”

A short time later, Hoshino Maki walked in.

"Lord Orangejuro."

Standing at the door, after Hoshino Mu greeted him, the two looked at each other and didn't speak for a while.

This is the first time the two have met alone, and the atmosphere is a little awkward, but in the end, it was Hoshino Mu who spoke first:

"Won't you invite me in for a cup of tea?"

Orange Juro didn't speak, and raised his hand to the side of his seat.

"Thank you."

Hoshino sat down and looked at the décor of the room.

The traditional Japanese style that is rare in Sunagakure Village, tatami mats, sliding grille doors, mainly plain colors, and even there are not many decorations.

He wasn't keen on enjoyment, and that was Hoshino's first impression.

The second impression is old-fashioned.

Everything in the house is arranged according to a certain pattern, and there are almost no new objects, even the electrical appliances are only electric lights.

Hoshino felt that this visit might take a lot of work.