Whoosh——!

The shuriken pierced through the layers of shade and cut off a small toothpick exposed behind the trunk, and a white-haired young man with a thin body, wearing a Konoha uniform and a half-mask on his face, fell not far away, looked at the toothpick, and said lightly: "You lost again, Asma." ”

"Not necessarily."

The voice rang out from the canopy behind him, and in an instant a cold kunai slung around his neck.

Asma held a toothpick in his mouth, his body was upside down, his legs were between the branches, and he tapped Kakashi's shoulder with kunai's back, and said with a smile on his face that had succeeded in his plan, "Kakashi, I won't make the same mistake again." ”

"I won't use the same trick a second time."

Bang——!

'Kakashi' in front of Asma's eyes suddenly turned into a piece of wood, and in an instant, Kakashi's voice rang out from behind him.

Asma was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but open her mouth, and the toothpick in her mouth fell to the ground with gravity.

He sighed, shook his head and came down from the tree, "I still can't win against you~ Kakashi." ”

Kakashi didn't respond, instead picking up the kunai he had just ejaculated and putting it back in his pocket.

"Coming out of the shadows, I don't feel like you've changed~"

Asma picked up a toothpick from the floor, wiped it on her body, and stuffed it back into her mouth.

"I have more time to practice, and that's the change."

Kakashi spoke, his hands not pausing, and he jumped into the air, holding eight kunai between his hands, and shot them out in all directions as his waist twisted.

Click——!

The sound of kunai nailing into the wood sounded, and Asma saw that each kunai tip was wearing three leaves.

He stepped forward, feeling the slightest hint of wind in the supreme Kuwu, and pursed his lips.

In the past, he thought that he was inferior to the four generations of adults or the three shinobi because he didn't work hard enough, but when he trained with Kakashi, he realized that what he lacked was talent.

This kind of use of chakra was something that even as a Wind Escape Ninja couldn't do so exquisitely, but Kakashi, who was younger than him, did it so easily.

If it weren't for the obsession of avenging Hong, he might not have been able to support it for a long time.

Asma looked up at the sky and waved at Kakashi, "I'll go first." ”

Kakashi picked up Kunai's hand and paused slightly, "Are you going to the Sunset house again?" ”

Asma nodded: "Well, Uncle True Red is being imprisoned in Sand Hidden City. It's just my aunt, and I'm not very relieved. ”

Speaking of red, Asma's face is also a little less bohemian and a little serious.

Kakashi nodded, didn't speak, and when Asma left, Kakashi looked at the kunai in his hand, jumped to the branch, leaned against the trunk, and looked up at the clear blue sky as he used to.

For some reason, the clouds in the sky seem to change into the faces of Rin, Obito, and Sensei.

Without Lin's care, the noise of Obitu, and the teacher's reliable admonition, this world is really empty~——

Asma held a bouquet of flowers in her hand, looked at the sky, and couldn't help but speed up her steps.

He was a little later today than the agreed time.

I really don't blame him, the flower shop that was originally closest to Xiri's house was suddenly transferred, and the owner was a damn Wind Countryman, and that accent made him turn around and leave for the first time, as if he would be polluted if he stayed for a second longer.

He had no choice but to run to the flower shop run by his family in the mountains a little farther away.

"Hopefully it's not too late."

Asma muttered, and her steps quickened a little, and soon she came to Sunset's house.

The Sunset Red House is a three-story villa near the center of Konoha that fits the identity of Sunset True Red.

Now, it seems a little deserted to live in such a large house with only one person left.

Soon after the doorbell rang, footsteps were heard from inside, and a woman with a kind face opened the door and saw Asma, with a little love on her face: "Asma, you are here." ”

"Auntie, are you feeling better?"

Asma handed the flower in her hand to the other party and spoke.

"Much better."

As she spoke, the woman suddenly frowned and covered her mouth, and let out two muffled coughs.

"Why don't you go to the hospital, or ask two people to take care of you."

Asma said with concern when she saw this.

The woman shook her head: "It's an old problem, the family is very good like this, and I'm not used to adding people." ”

Asma instinctively wanted to say that he would ask Tsunade-sama to take a look, but remembering that Tsunade-sama was still in Sand Hidden City, he felt a little inexplicably irritable in his heart.

All the unhappiness is related to Sand Hidden City, and he really doesn't agree with that filthy place.

"Don't talk about me, Asma, how are you doing? I heard that I became a shinobi some time ago.,Congratulations~"

The woman led him into the house and said, "Time flies so fast~ You children have become the pillars of the village." ”

Hearing this, Asma shook her head and said, "It's not enough, it's just that if you are ninja, it's still too weak." ”

The woman understood what he was talking about, reached out and grabbed Asma's palm, which was already covered with fine scars, and said softly: "Asma, you still have a long future ahead of you, and it is very likely that the next leader of the village will be entrusted to your shoulders, don't let hatred blind your eyes." ”

said, with a bit of memory in his eyes: "Only now do I understand how precious the opportunity to be together as a family is, Asma, it's time to slow down and look at the people and things around you." ”

Asma nodded, but only he knew if he had listened to him.

Time flew by, and Asma looked up at the clock on the wall and got up to take her leave.

"I'll come back to see you next time I have time."

Asma bowed goodbye, and as she walked through the intersection, she almost collided with an oncoming person.

"I'm sorry."

The visitor took a step back and said with an apologetic smile on his face.

Asma nodded, leaning sideways to let the other person go first.

Looking at the other party's back, Asma asked the ghost, "Hey, what's your name?" ”

The man's figure paused slightly, turned around and said with a smile: "Qi History, Kishimoto Qi History." ”

Asma stared at the man, muttering his name several times, and after a few seconds, waved his hand to let him go.

He picked up the toothpick, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly.

Secretly laughing at himself in his heart, it seems that he has been cultivating a little crazy recently, and he is suspicious when he sees a living person.

It's time to give yourself a vacation.

Walking past the familiar flower shop, Asma was suddenly stopped by the owner inside.

"Guest, someone gave you a bouquet of flowers just now, please sign for it."

The boss stepped forward and said with a smile on his face.

"Flowers?"

Asma frowned, originally didn't want to pay attention to this Wind Country, but when she heard the other party's words, she thought for a moment and said, "Take it." ”

He decided to take a look anyway.

The boss answered, walked briskly back to the store, took out a bouquet of flowers from behind the cabinet, and walked quickly to Asma.

"The name of this flower is pansy, and the flower language is contemplation, happiness and longing, and it is a very beautiful variety."

Asma didn't take it, but looked at the petals of the flower like a grimace, and he turned his head suddenly, looking in the direction he came, and a sense of ominousness came over him.

(End of chapter)