Dancer of Konoha

"Ranmaru...I'm...I'm waiting for you!"

A weak voice resounded in the spar. Ranmaru lay on the ground with tears in his eyes and frantically dug into the soft earth. He had never heard such a weak voice from Lei Ya.

"Hold on! Lei Ya! I'll rescue you right away!"

"Okay...I'll wait for you..."

His eyes had started to turn black, and the sunken soil gradually covered Black Hoe Leiya's lips. In the haze, Black Hoe Leiya thought of his past with Ranmaru.

After defecting from the blood mist, he regarded Ranmaru as flesh and blood, as a brother, and as a companion. Born in the blood mist, he had a twisted personality and left all his emotions and weaknesses to Ranwan.

They see each other as the meaning of life.

He is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of how Ranmaru will live after he dies.

"Ranmaru...you must live..."

Time passed slowly, and the white hands were now covered in blood, revealing the white bones. A nearly broken coffin finally appeared in front of Ranwan. The anxious Ranwan rolled and crawled towards the coffin.

"Leiya, here I come! Wait for me, Lei Ya!"

However, when he opened the coffin lid, a heartbreaking cry sounded from the pit.

"Why is this like this! Lei Ya...it's not you!. Why isn't it you..."

The strange bones in the coffin made Ranmaru's spirit almost collapse.

"Sorry...Thunderya..."

The sound of Black Hoe Leiya's breathing in the spar has become inaudible, and the falling sand has already covered Black Hoe Leiya's head.

"It's me who should be sorry...Ranmaru...It's such a shame..."

The darkness and suffocation of despair, along with the sand, covered up the only gap left in front of Black Hoe Lei Ya's eyes.

"Thunder Ya, without you, what's the point of my life..."

Exhausted, Ranmaru also closed his eyes in despair and fell helplessly into the darkness.

"Wonderful... This script is really wonderful. Your and Idu's ideas have become more and more mature."

Yan Yan applauded appreciatively, as if he had watched a highly rated movie.

"Idu and I think so too, but we still have to thank Yan Yansang for his good teaching."

Kurama Yakumo also narrowed his eyes and smiled proudly,

"No, no, no, Yakumo still has your talent..."

"No, no...it's still Yan..."

Kong looked helplessly at the two guys who were immersed in business, shook his head and jumped onto the cliff.

"Anyway, let's take a look at those two guys first. The mental damage is so great, so don't really die."

At this time, Black Hoe Lei Ya's complexion under the hood was already pale, as if he was really dead, and behind him, there were constant murmurs like talking in sleep.

"Thunder Ya is dead...what's the point of my life..."

"It looks like I won't wake up for a while."

Sora looked back at everyone and shouted:

"It's going to rain. Let's take them back to the Curry Shop of Life for a while. Yakumo's genjutsu will do a lot of damage to them."

"OK......"

Yan Yan, who was praised by Kurama Yakumo, happily agreed, then turned around and left leisurely.

"I'll leave them to you. This is cultivation."

"what?"

Kong's eyes twitched as he looked at Yan Yan's back.

"It's obvious that my brother doesn't want to help... Yakumo..."

Before he could ask for help, Kurama Yakumo tapped the corner of his mouth and said with a weak look:

"The battle just now was so fierce. I'm so tired. I can't use any strength at all..."

"What a fierce devil! It's obviously a one-sided abuse, okay!"

But looking at Idu who was staring at him coldly in the drawing board, Kong swallowed his saliva and did not say these words, but turned his attention to Xiang Phosphorus.

"Except for Lord Yanyan, don't let me touch any other man!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Ling turned around and pulled Kurama Yakumo to chase Yan Yan.

"How dare you say that!"

With a dark face, Kong carried Black Hoe and Lei Ya on his back, gritted his teeth and looked at Xiang Ling's jumping back.

"She's obviously a perverted idiot who is plotting evil against my brother, yet she still talks so fresh and refined, just wait, I won't let you get what you want..."

The sky became increasingly gloomy, and iron-like dark clouds connected the mountain peaks together. From time to time, dazzling lightning and thunder flashed in the thick clouds, followed by violent roars and sudden explosions.

Not long after, the ground was covered by thick dark clouds, and continuous rain covered the sky.

In the Curry Shop of Fate, Black Hoe Lei Ya's eyelids were constantly trembling. The familiar sound of thunder and the unfamiliar scent of curry were awakening his body.

"Am I... not dead yet?"

A bright yellow light reflected into Black Hoe Lei Ya's blurred vision, and bursts of noisy sounds also came over.

"Sure enough, the sweet curry is still delicious."

"No, Yakumo, salty curry is the way to go."

"Yanyansang, I don't agree with this, sweet curry is enough to be called a beautiful food."

“The sweet curry is simply devilish!”

“Salty curry is the one!”

"Brother, Yakumo, please stop arguing..."

The two people, who had been exchanging business blows before, now almost broke the roof over the dispute between sweet and salty parties.

"Ranmaru!"

At this time, an exclamation sounded from behind everyone, and everyone turned their attention to the two people on the tatami.

Black Hoe Lei Ya nervously hugged Ranwan who was lying next to him and examined it carefully. Seeing that Ranwan was still sleeping and nothing serious, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, you're a pervert who likes to bury people alive. How do you feel?"

Xiang Phosphorus's joking voice reached Black Hoe Lei Ya's ears.

Black Hoe Lei Ya covered Ranwan with a quilt without any expression and said coldly:

"I don't dare to take it. I really can't bear the title of pervert in front of you."

Even when he was awake, the helpless feeling of despair in the illusion still lingered in his body.

Black Hoe Lei Ya looked at everyone with fear in his eyes. The person who cast the illusion was a real monster and pervert who played with people's hearts.

However, he also knew that if these people had any ill intentions towards him and Ranmaru, they would not be alive now, so Black Hoe Lei Ya stopped being defensive, walked slowly to the dining table, sat down, and looked at everyone.

"Can I make two curries...salty ones?"

"certainly......"

The corners of Yanyan's mouth slightly raised, while Kurama Yakumo looked at this heretic with an unhappy expression.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

Accompanied by the crisp sounds of spoons hitting dishes, Black Hoe Lei Ya devoured three portions of curry.

He originally planned to eat one portion and save another for Ranmaru, but unexpectedly found that the curry on the plate was so delicious.

Everyone in Yanyan couldn't help but smile at each other when they saw this. Granny Sanjiao's curry indeed had a fascinating magic power.

"Dang Cang..."

Black Shoe Lei Ya put down the plate with satisfaction. After experiencing the endless despair in the fantasy, at this moment, he even felt that every spoonful of curry was full of happiness.

Of course, more importantly...Ranmaru is still alive.

"thanks for treatment......"

"Ah...ah, that's so polite!"

Only then did the young brother Jie Zi who was standing aside realize that the notorious Black Hoe family boss was actually thanking him. After nodding hurriedly to express his courtesy, he served Black Hoe Lei Ya a glass of ice water.

"Then...what do you want to do?"

Taking the ice water from brother Jie Zi's hand, Black Hoe Lei Ya calmly looked at the crowd of Yan Yan and asked meaningfully.

"Actually, we are here for the boy behind you..."

As if mocking himself for being soft-hearted, Yanyan shook his head and said:

"I planned to kill you, but we really can't bear to kill a child's father and then enslave the child's life."

In addition, Yanyan thinks that he is not as charming as Uzumaki Naruto. After the quarrel, his opponent repented and admitted defeat, and killed the black hoe Thunder Tooth that Ranmaru regarded as his life. Who can guarantee that at a certain critical moment, Ranmaru will not hold a grudge and seek revenge? Woolen cloth?

"brat......"

Black Hoe Lei Ya looked at Yan Yan with strange eyes. It was clear that the little monk in front of him was also a child. Such old-fashioned words were simply too inconsistent.

"you......"