Konoha is also very enthusiastic today

"Konoha is also very enthusiastic today"

This is the beginning of the first large-scale essay solicitation event organized by the Writers Association. As more and more submissions are submitted, the review procedures of the Writers Association are also being continuously improved.

The preliminary review was completed within 24 hours by the Chinese language teacher she hired and several publishing houses under her control.

This step can screen at least half of the manuscripts for her.

After that, Konoha selected a relatively elite group from among these people. To put it bluntly, they were people who had been engaged in Chinese language teaching/editing work for more than 15 years and had sufficient literary sense, and held a meeting for review.

The wages of this wave of people must also be raised.

Taking into account the diversity of submission forms, Konoha also invited several entertainment companies and animation clubs to participate and let these professionals make the selection.

In the end, Konoha's request was that there were less than [-] drafts left, and she, Natsume-sensei, Odasaku, Dazai and Ango would finally discuss and decide on the final winner.

...But to be honest, even if Konoha thought she was well prepared, when she saw the number of submissions rising steadily, she was still a little frightened - staff, are the number of people really enough?

I have no choice but to work harder and overtime... Why don't I increase my salary?

Konoha was writing and drawing in her notebook without looking down at the road. The girl who was obsessed with work didn't know that she had already deviated from the direction of home.

Ever since he learned to fly the Thunder God, Konoha has become more and more lazy to remember the way. It doesn't matter if he gets lost, who doesn't know how to show up?

Until a dilapidated and dim building burst into view, dripping with sewage leakage, and the rugged road was piled with stones, almost tripping her.

Konoha raised his head blankly.

Where has she gone?

What he saw in front of him was a completely different scene from the bustling city center. Just like the opposite side of this luxuriant city, his nose was filled with the smell of decay.

She even smelled blood.

Konoha knew how serious the gap between the rich and the poor was in this country, but she had never experienced it so intuitively.

There were no solid concrete roads, there were muddy waterways filled with potholes, there were no high-rise buildings, just broken bricks and tiles, and there were no plump and well-looking citizens. The people she saw were skinny and skinny.

Konoha is neatly dressed, with bright hair accessories and a delicate face. For this place, her color is too bright and eye-catching.

A girl who seems to have been separated from her family is like a little white rabbit that accidentally broke into a wolf's den.

People in the slums stare at the girl who doesn't belong here.

Some of them yearned for this color that seemed like another world, and some were afraid of this brilliance that they would never be able to touch. But more of them had a fierce look in their eyes, and they looked at everything about her with saliva, and they were stuck in it. Every inch of her body was like densely packed needles.

Konoha made no move.

The gazes coming from all directions made her uncomfortable, but she made no move - as long as these people didn't take the initiative to attack her, she had no reason to trouble others just for some looks.

It's so boring to bully people, or...such a person.

What's more, she understands these people too well.

Look, this looks like the common people in the ninja world, who are separated in another world of poverty and hardship. It seems that they are born to be abandoned by God. In order to survive, they abandon their reason and conscience, and are squeezed out of the last drop of blood by this society.

Konoha was just silent, looking around at the scene in all directions. She was walking silently, step by step. In the silent slum, the only sound was the echo of her footsteps.

She wants to see with her own eyes and remember--

No matter how good the era is, there will still be abandoned remnants. Don’t be fooled by the brightness of modern times. Human nature, in the end, leads to the same destination through different paths.

Her strength is too weak.

Countless times, she sighed like this.

She dreams of changing her world and the fate of mankind, but now, she can't even interfere with the fate of a city.

Imprint this scene into your eyes and carve it into your bones.

Always remind yourself, don't be complacent, don't be arrogant, what you have done is far from enough... When you drift away from the land, these people are your wake-up call.

How many slums like this are there around the world?

Konoha walked in silence.

The people in the slums huddled beside their dilapidated houses and shrank when the girl slowly walked towards her. Then, they looked longingly at the green clothes as they floated away.

There was a thin girl who couldn't help but stretched out her dirty hands as Konoha gradually moved away from her, trying to catch that rare ray of light.

But she was too weak. As soon as she took a small step, she tripped over a small pothole in the road, fell to the ground, and burst into an earth-shattering cough.

Konoha looked back, she saw the girl lying on the ground, everyone around came to help, the girl couldn't help coughing, but she still stretched out one hand in the direction of Konoha, her eyes hidden under the disheveled black hair , revealing slightly invisible light.

With just one glance, Konoha could see the difference between her and the others.

In order to survive, the people in the slums have degenerated their humanity and returned to their beast-like instincts, fighting and framed for a little survival material. They have no choice but to live like this.

These people are accustomed to such an ugly lifestyle and have no intention of saving others or themselves.

But... there will always be some people who, no matter what, are unwilling to let themselves fall into the quagmire. They are struggling and struggling without giving up any hope they have.

Konoha closed the distance between him and her, leaned down, and stretched out his hand towards the girl.

"Can you get up?"

"..." The girl didn't make a sound. She stared blankly at the face of the girl close at hand, which was white, soft, and had a faint fragrance of vegetation.

She placed her hand on Konoha's palm.

Konoha gently lifted her up, and did not mind the dirt on her body. He supported her with one hand, and the other hand lit up with a bright green light, diagnosing and treating the disease-ridden girl.

Konoha could detect that after the green light lit up on her hand, some of the murderous intentions that were about to start suddenly subsided, and at the same time there was a slight human voice: "People with super powers..."

She didn't care and continued to treat the girl with a normal expression.

The girl has external injuries and illnesses that have accumulated over the years. It is not an incurable disease, but if it is delayed for too long and effective treatment is not available, it will eventually wear down this young girl.

"What's your name?"

After all her injuries were cured, there was nothing Konoha could do about the disease. After all, she was not a professional doctor, so she thought she could only take people to the hospital for treatment.

The girl pursed her lips and breathed out a few sounds: "..."

Before Konoha could hear clearly, a sudden tearing sound of air, accompanied by the boy's hoarse roar, pierced her eardrums!

"Let go of silver——"

Konoha hugged her and jumped back a few steps. The position where she was standing before was penetrated by a sharp black and red object.

Konoha didn't recognize what it was for a moment.

At this time, the slums that were originally sparsely populated with people were completely dispersed.

A battle between two people with super powers!They don't want to be involved!

Konoha hugged the girl, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the hostile boy in front of him.

Konoha, who felt there was a misunderstanding, looked down at the person: "Your name is Gin? Do you know him?"

The girl struggled to think: "Yes, it's my brother..."

elder brother?

Okay, so I guess.

Konoha put down Xiaoyin and tried to communicate with the boy: "Wait, I don't want to be disrespectful to your sister-"

Before she could even utter the word "sharp", she saw another gust of wind carrying screaming murderous intent, breaking through the space, and black and red objects came towards her.

Konoha: "......"

Why doesn’t Guawazi listen to what others say?Do you have to force someone to take action?

Konoha dodged another attack and formed seals with an expressionless expression.

3 minute later.

The land in this area was overturned, and the boy's coat was stripped off. The tree vines tied his limbs and hung him in the air. Konoha stood on the ground and looked up at the struggling boy.

"Can we talk now?"

The young man's eyes were as fierce as a knife, as if he wanted to cut out her flesh and blood.

Xiao Yin on the side finally found a chance to interrupt, and she quickly explained: "No! Brother...she is the benefactor..."

Under Yin's explanation, the boy finally slowly stopped moving.

Seeing that they could communicate well, Konoha controlled the branches to put the person down and released the restraints: "What's your name?"

"...Akutagawa Ryunosuke."

The black-haired boy lowered his head, "Thank you for treating Yin... I am willing to pay the price for my previous unreasonable treatment of you..."

"It's okay, it's okay." After touching the soft little silver's head, Konoha asked the boy Akutagawa to raise his head, and sure enough, he saw the same light of life as little silver.

They are all children who have not given up on themselves.

"I only cured your sister's trauma. Those old illnesses still need to be nursed back to health slowly. It would be difficult for me to take care of you if you stay here..."

Hearing the unfinished meaning in Konoha's words, Akutagawa stared at her in disbelief.

Konoha smiled and added: "So, do you want to come with me? My association happens to be short of people, are you interested in joining?"

"you……"

"My name is Konoha." The girl held Xiaogin's hand in one hand and stretched out the other to Akutagawa.

The black-haired boy stared at the delicate hand. It looked like the palm of a pampered eldest lady who was different from them...

Are such people willing to acknowledge his existence?

Akutagawa moved his fingers, then slowed down the camera, covering it bit by bit.

Konoha arched her eyebrows and smiled like the rising sun.

"Welcome to the Writers' Association, Akutagawa-kun."

Konoha felt that she might not be qualified to complain about Odasaku, because she also picked up two cubs herself.

emmmm... Although this age may be out of the range of Zaizai, and even a little older than her... But after all, he is younger than his old father Odasaku, so it doesn't matter.

Konoha took the two back to his house and introduced the awkward Akutagawa brothers and sisters to the family members: "Little cubs, you have a new brother and sister!"

The Zaizai, who were used to having new people in the family, welcomed the two brothers and sisters in very enthusiastically. Their eyes were filled with pure kindness. This made Akutagawa, who had never been exposed to this kind of warmth, feel stiff all over and didn't know where to place his hands.

Odasaku had already laid out the plates and took off his apron.

He turned back and smiled: "Welcome home."