Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Osaka Prefecture.

Takeo Moribe listened to the description of the assistant, his face was serious, and there seemed to be an angry flame in his eyes that condensed into a solid body.

In the clenched fist, the temperature in the training ground suddenly rose with the blazing ferocity that could make one burn to ashes.

Looking at the ordinary-looking Takeo Moribe, the assistant licked his lips.

The assistant is a male with normal sexual orientation, but when he entered Takeo Moribe's training ground in the summer, normal humans would have dry mouths, and the military training ground was tortured by Takeo Moribe. Like gods and Buddhas, the hair on the assistant's body was bent and scorched unconsciously because he was close to the heat source for a long time.

But for Takeo Moribe, the assistant has a heartfelt worship, such as paying homage to the gods and Buddhas. This worship first comes from strength, and then discovers the shining points of Takeo Moribe on the basis of strength.

Since graduating from Dongda University and working in the department until now, he has never seen a high-ranking member like Takeo Moribe. Apart from work, meetings, and simple diet, he has devoted himself to training almost wholeheartedly. , that is, the meeting with the daughter is timed.

Corruption, slackness, and shirking are all invisible to Takeo Moribu. If this was the case in the island country, it would have been out of this lost 20 years long ago.

In this specially opened training ground, the specially made stones were blackened by the flames of Takeo Moribe. As far as the assistant had seen several times, some stones were even roasted by the flames into thick flowing magma.

The important things that happened in Yokosuka must be explained to Takeo Moribe. Even if he does not look at his strength as a supernatural being, in his official position, Takeo Moribe is also the head of the Osaka Prefecture Supernatural Headquarters and is a high-ranking official of the island country's Supernatural Department.

"The attacker's name is Fujitora Renichi, a native of Akita Prefecture. The young man has participated in many combat competitions, but because of gambling, borrowing and other reasons, he was entangled by the polar organization, and his family wealth was scattered. In the fight of the extremist organization, he accidentally killed people, and at the same time, he was injured and blinded.

"However, Tokyo is still investigating the whereabouts of Fujitora Renichi. The long-term life at the bottom of the society has distorted his heart, and the idea of ​​revenge on the society has arisen from eating and dying. Fujitora, born out of his wickedness, attacked the Yokosuka military base and attacked innocent citizens."

What the assistant said was more believable than what the spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs said. It was half-truth and half-false. It was like using words to describe a mermaid that did not exist, whether it was a fish with an upper body or a fish with a lower body, the truth was always the same. bewildering.

Even the assistant didn't know the truth of his words. The blind man who became a homeless seemed to be able to get up from the edge of society at any time, and he didn't get up just because he was lazy.

In particular, on the official tablet held by the assistant, there are pictures of the Yokosuka scene, the half-collapsed house, and the affected people who were crushed under the rubble. , a peaceful and quiet country turned into a displaced war.

Moribu remembered the tragic scene caused by his fight with Misa. There must be such a scene in the ruins that he couldn't see, couldn't bear to see, didn't dare to see. With empathy, the guilt squeezed Moribu's throat. It was as if he was the one who slaughtered the citizens of Yokosuka.

Fear, resentment, and mixed flavors rushed to my heart and mixed together.

"Unforgivable."

Takeo Moribe took a few long breaths, gnashing his teeth and suppressing the flames that were rolling in his body.

Unlike his own unintentional spread, Fujitora Jinichi planned to attack ordinary citizens, what a deranged sociopath can do.

Feeling the anger of Takeo Moribe, the assistant could not help but take a few steps back silently. The heat radiating from Takeo Moribe's body was like a small sun, and the hair on his body seemed to smell burnt as he approached.

"This heat is like... the Sahara Desert."

Africa, Sahara Desert.

This is a barren land covered with yellow sand, symbolizing the boundless death.

Unlike its desert relatives not far away, there are no rich oil resources in the Sahara Desert. Only in the northern remote areas have a bunch of oil countries been created. However, black gold has also brought endless wars to the countries of North Africa.

The surrounding countries divide the Sahara Desert neatly and geometrically. Anyway, such a large area of ​​land has almost no effect. Anyone who wants to do it can do it. No one will pay attention to the borders of other countries in the desert, except for a very small number of human beings. Tenaciously prospering in the desert, the Sahara Desert is an extraterrestrial world outside the earth's civilization.

Maybe the role of such a large desert, in addition to the role of dividing civilization and barbarism in ancient times, the remaining value now is to let human beings challenge their own limits.

And it appears in various fables and small stories, such as what problems encountered by people dying of thirst in the desert, or some Saharan love poems with deep meaning, poetry is always good, really walking in it, only ascetic persistence .

The boundless sand stretches to the sky, and a group of experienced adventurers slowly walk in the desert under the guidance of the guide.

The three camels were full of joy, carrying a pile of supplies for crossing the desert on their humps. In the hot sun and dry weather, the camels would not even sweat a drop.

Members of the team rest on the camel's back only when they can't keep up, and then continue on their way.

This is a death that is destined not to be rescued, and there is no way to quit in the middle. Except for going out, it is dead here, buried by the yellow sand in the sky, and turned into a puddle of oil after countless years.

"Aba, ah, ah, ah."

The Berber guide looked at the sand dunes ahead and shook his arms, while the Berber-speaking team members pinched their masks: "He said that the sand dunes in front of him can rest for a while, and after walking for a while, they will reach the next water supply point. ."

"These peoples living in the desert are really amazing~www.NovelMTL.com~ The dunes that look exactly the same can still tell the difference."

"Because people who don't have this ability have long been eliminated in the history of the ethnic group, their genes will not be inherited. After thousands of years of screening, those who can survive will learn more about the orientation and the experience of the sand dunes. excellent."

Walking down the road, several team members started talking: "Austronesian people in the Pacific Ocean, once the small island they live on reaches the limit, some of them will use a bamboo raft to overcome obstacles in the Pacific Ocean to find the next island. , so after the great voyage and the industrial revolution, experts are all curious about how the Austronesians made the great achievement of crossing the Pacific Ocean with bamboo rafts."

"In your words, those who are swallowed up by the ocean in the midst of thorns and thorns, we can't see their traces at all, and everything we see is the deviation of the survivors."

Sitting in the shade behind the dunes, several team members were laughing and laughing. This was the 120th day, and the distance of crossing the Sahara was just around the corner.

The outside world must be peaceful and beautiful.