Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 81 The Lost Tower
In the 40th year of the Shayin calendar, May 5, at nine o'clock in the morning.

The 16-year-old Queen of Loulan, Sarah, hurriedly put on the gorgeous queen's dress handed over by a plump puppet butler in her bedroom.

"There is still time." Sarah said to the puppet.

Actually talking to himself.

She knew that this was a lifeless wooden man, but she didn't know when these puppets filled every place in her life. What made people uncomfortable was that she had gotten used to it silently.

Sarah lifted her skirt and ran, from the middle floor of the Loulan tower to the top floor panting all the way.

What I saw head-on was An Lushan, who was still fat and fat. He stood respectfully in front of the door between the balconies on the top floor, just like ten years ago, harmless to humans and animals.

"Your Majesty—" An Lushan's round body turned slightly, and he made a gesture of invitation towards the outside of the balcony.

"Am I not late?" Sarah asked repeatedly.

An Lushan nodded and comforted, "Of course. The subjects downstairs will not blame Your Majesty anytime Your Majesty arrives."

"It's good if you're not late." Sara said with concern.

She is very sensitive to time, because she doesn't like to use the calendar of other countries to define the time of this land. However, Loulan has avoided the world for hundreds of years. Gradually step out of the great desert of the Kingdom of Wind and look at the world.

In order to be in line with the world, Loulan had to accept the time setting of his neighbor, Shayin Village.

This once made Sarah, who was gradually sensible, feel humiliated.

But what can she do?

Following An Lushan's respectful gesture, Sarah put down her skirt, slowed down her pace, and walked forward.

Through the door in front of the balcony, newborn sunlight shone in unscrupulously. The flickering light was unavoidably dazzling, but it was also so warm that it made people feel at ease.

No matter how slow your pace, as long as you insist on moving forward, you will definitely reach the end.

Sarah stepped into the light.

The golden light made her feel hot as soon as she touched it.

This is the sunshine of the Great Desert of the Land of Winds. It is venomous, and this is its consistent performance.

Sarah suddenly felt a bit of fear, whether it was a woman's intuition, or she was simply afraid that the sun would tan her fair and tender skin, she couldn't tell.

But An Lushan knew very well that his chance to monopolize Loulan was coming.

This is the result of his 16 years of waiting.

Behind the light, inside the balcony, An Lushan's respectful gesture remained unchanged, the only thing that changed was the sinister smile that flashed across his chubby cheeks.

This smile is very light, so slight that it is hard to fathom.

Sarah walked out of the door and entered the balcony, her delicate body was completely exposed to the scorching sun.

"Hi everybody!"

Sara waved her right hand and said a blunt greeting to the crowd below in a solemn manner.

"Whoa whoa-"

"Her Majesty the Queen—"

"La la la la-"

"Long live, long live—"

Below the tower, the loud crowd erupted into even higher decibel waves.

However, Sarah had no idea what the people below were talking about.

Under the urging of An Lushan, the Loulan Tower was built by craftsmen to a height of more than [-] meters, which is exclusive to the royal family.

Sarah stood on the top floor of the tower, overlooking the ground, and could only see the vast central square, crowded with small black dots with heads surging, like sea waves roaring to the sky, rolling with crazy noises, Soaring to the sky, but the fool who is so cold at the top can't tell whether the sound is a vicious curse or an obsessed raving.

"Hi everybody!"

Sarah is like a marionette, shouting lines with rich voice and dancing, but her face is expressionless from beginning to end.

She didn't feel embarrassed, because she didn't know that her life was not just a rigidity of herself.

The moving echoes coming from the square are all recorded by puppets with blurred faces.

This day-to-day pilgrimage is nothing but a play played by a scheming villain.

How could she, who was still young, understand how many unknown villains and lunatics were hidden in this cruel world?

The bright sun shone passionately on the earth.

Queen Loulan, who has always been living in a cage designed by others, suddenly felt a strong hand pressing down behind her at a certain moment.

"Her Majesty—"

When she noticed something strange, Sarah immediately heard a familiar greeting.

"You should disappear—"

The voice added happily.

Sarah was dressed in a gorgeous queen's dress, standing on the top of a tall tower, and a bit of dull doubt suddenly appeared on her stiff face.

Should you disappear?who?Why?
Such thoughts disappeared instantly after being pierced into the cochlea by the happy laughter behind him.

All she felt was a big fat hand leaning against her back and gently pushing.

Sarah's eyes widened.

She reacted.

It's Anlu Mountain!

--why?
She grabbed the railing on the balcony violently.

This iron railing has been extremely strong since the Loulan Tower was built. However, when she really needed it, she suddenly discovered——

It turns out that everything in this world is unreliable!

Sara was wearing a gorgeous queen's dress. Under the sunshine, the unique patterns and decorations on the queen's dress were reflecting the moving brilliance.

This other kind of brilliance, from the moment the girl's feet were empty and her body suddenly staggered, it suddenly burst into shining light.

It was a tear gushing from the girl's right eye socket.

Just a drop, nothing more.

It's too cold at the heights, it's all deceiving.

There is nothing more chilling than falling from a height.

But, why are the people in the square below cheering as always?

"La la la—"

"Her Majesty the Queen—"

"Long live, long live—"

The loud carnival sound was consistent throughout, as if mocking the girl's astonishment.

At that moment, the girl who was about to fall from the tower to hell felt countless grievances, frustrations and losses in her heart, until her eyes were empty, and she could no longer see the difference between the sky and the earth, and despair spread to the depths of her heart.

"Bastard Mizuki! Save her!"

"It's not my business?"

"Please, save her!"

A sound of kneeling down sounded from a remote corner on the edge of the noisy central square.

In a dark corner where light and shadow cannot touch, a little girl knelt down on the ground with tears and pear blossoms, her bright red long hair silently fell to the ground, and her red hair was stained by the eye-catching dust.

At that time, a hard-hearted white-haired man stared at the little girl expressionlessly for half a second.

Then the man said, "Okay."

Then, a thin layer of purple chakra attached to his feet.

A thunderous figure flashed out of the darkness.

In the eternal and unchanging venomous sunshine, a desperate red-haired girl quietly descended from the sky.

Until a swift figure suddenly flashed across the ground.

A hand suddenly embraced the girl.

Sarah's eyes widened, and before she had time to think, a white-haired man firmly hugged her into his arms.

(End of this chapter)