Return to the world

Mami's name kept changing between "Omiji" and "Okaori Kaori", changing with Axing's happiness.Even a few guests who are familiar with Ah Xing are very puzzled by this.

"What's the name of this kid you newly hired? Is it Kaori Oboro or Omiji?"

"Her name is Mayumi." A Xing smiled benevolently.

The two drinkers looked at each other, and while pouring sake, they began to talk about things in the village.

"Uchiha's security department is too overreaching. I heard that people are often taken away directly now."

"The better you are, the more special you are. The power given to appease them will be taken back one day."

"Uchiha", a somewhat familiar surname, entered Mami's ears.She was sitting cross-legged on an empty chair, waiting for the last two customers to pay.But the two drinkers had no intention of leaving. After getting drunk, they forgot to close the door on Yan's mouth, and began to talk about major events in the village.

Listening to them talking about the pride and isolation of the Uchiha clan, Mami thought of the Uchiha clan she knew.The first thing that comes to mind is Uchiha Itachi—that five or six-year-old boy with black and soft hair, soft eyes, and a shining background when he smiles.Then there is the gentle and beautiful Mikoto, the majestic and polite Fugaku, and the giggling little Sasuke in the swaddling baby.

I wonder how old Uchiha Itachi is this year?

Or did she accidentally miss the time when Uchiha Itachi lived?

Until now, she has not met anyone she is familiar with.Whether it's former teammates, colleagues, or those two friends.

In the middle of the night, the izakaya, which had been bustling all night, finally sent away the last two drunken guests.The streets had already dimmed, and the lights that were flamboyant in the night were also quietly extinguished at some point, only the street lamps still emitted a radiant brilliance.Except for the occasional drunk lying unconscious on the side of the road, there were no other pedestrians.

This is Konoha Ninja Village in the middle of the night, in a deep sleep, but still maintaining vigilance.

A Xing proprietress needs to rest, after closing the shop door

God she doesn't need to sleep, god she can't sleep.

Mami lay on her back on the hard bench for a while, and wanted to jump up and explore the secrets of human beings in the izakaya.Admittedly, the shops on the ground floor aren't much fun, but it's just too boring to force yourself to lie in one place all the time.

Asami tumbled off the bench and pushed the two pieces of clothing she used as a quilt to the end of the chair.She stared at the wooden door of the izakaya, then slowly walked to the door, lifted the shoes in front of the door, and then walked straight through the door.It was as if her body encountered a piece of air, or some phantom projected in the night, and it merged into the wooden door without hindrance, and then completely submerged in it.

She walked through the wooden door and stood on the street with the lights out.With a snap, she dropped her clogs on the ground and squeezed her bare feet into them.She tied her cuffs, revealing a smooth and thin arm. The thin clothes could not resist the cold of winter, and Mami shivered her shoulders.

The dark street was deserted, and there were a few dim street lamps at the end of the street.The bookstore and food store opposite the wine house have closed their shutter doors, and all the signboards along the way are hidden in the night.Occasionally, there was a piercing sound in the narrow alley. It was a night owl who didn't know where to look for something of interest.

Mami took a few steps forward, and the sound of long, fragmented footsteps sounded from the empty street.

Konoha's architectural style has not changed much from when she left, and it looks like the one she is familiar with.The round or high roofs are arranged in a chaotic manner, there are no tall buildings, and everyone can look up at the sky from the windows.Pipes undisguisedly climbed on the walls and roof, and occasionally there was the sound of crackling water.

The sound of pattering footsteps fell in the silent night, and Mami walked to the end of the street unknowingly.She raised her head and began to look for the Konoha landmarks she knew well.

On the hillside surrounding Konoha Ninja Village, there are still four Hokage heads, guarding the village condescendingly.From left to right, they are the first generation, the first generation, the second generation, and the third generation, and the last one is still Namikaze Minato.The rough carvings and the hazy night made it impossible for Asami to see the details of the statue clearly, and only relied on the rough outline to identify the appearance of Minato.

...Minato seems to have grown like this, right?Ai?

He has blond hair and blue eyes, and he has a gentle smile, with a helpless look that he can't help others.Standing in the ninja school playground, wearing a Hokage haori, he teaches young students how to throw a shuriken by hand.

It seems that the current Hokage is still Namikaze Minato.Time has not passed too long, maybe only a few months have passed, or a few years.Watergate may be 25 years old this year, or 30 years old.

The lights in Hokage's office are still on, and it seems that Minakaze Minato is still busy - if he doesn't come home at night, Uzumaki Kushina, who has not been waiting for a long time, must be very angry.

Just as she was standing at the entrance of the street and looking at Hokage Yanyan, feeling the past, a figure hurriedly passed by in the night sky (from Mami's perspective, it was a big brother swishing past), and landed on the roof beside the street.That small black shadow suddenly appeared in midair, covering half of the moonlight.His appearance was so sudden that Mami took a step back in surprise, and the wooden clogs made a crisp clicking sound when they stepped on the ground.

The man originally walked very fast, with a clear goal, and he didn't mean to stop at all.After the sound of the clogs landing, the man did not know why he forcibly stopped his progress, and abruptly fell to the side, squatting quietly on the roof like a ghost inhabiting the night.

Mami was a little confused about this person who was quietly squatting on the roof and staring at her.

Human behavior is sometimes really hard for gods to understand.

She turned sideways and raised her head, trying to use the reluctant moonlight to look at the voyeur who came out to commit crimes in the middle of the night, but found that the man was just a child in appearance.He squatted halfway on the ridge of the roof, with a beast head mask covering his face, wearing silver-white armor, and a short knife slanted behind his back.Under the black lacquer jacket, a thin and small arm was exposed, and a white strap was tied around the wrist.

Well, since you are a young child, you can't call him a "peeping criminal who came out to commit crimes in the middle of the night", hey.

Two people who looked like children, one up and one down, one up and down, staring at each other through a mask and a certain distance, the street remained silent for a while, except for a thin and soft meowing from time to time.

After a long time, the man spoke from behind the mask.As Mami expected, it was indeed a child's voice - soft and clear, sounding very gentle, with a little curiosity.It's just that the question in the child's mouth made Mami feel a little strange.

"Is your name... Mami?"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of night wind gushed through the street, and the night wind with the chill of early spring swelled up the clothes of the two of them.Mami's untied long red hair fluttered towards her shoulder, her cuffs were loosely bulged, and the hem of her shirt rubbed against her bare calf.

And the person squatting on the roof was also blown with jet-colored short sleeves and a soft black braid behind his back.His black hair looked soft, and the white ties that held it back fluttered in the wind.

Somehow, Mami came up with an idea - "I don't want to talk to the other party and I'm going to throw a Kagetsuin Photo Maple Red at the other party."

She silently stared at the masked boy for two seconds, turned around, and ran towards the dark street with her footsteps clattering into the deep night.Even she herself didn't know why she ran so fast.Only the gods know that it is a tiring thing to worry about whether your shoes will be lost while running.

Fortunately, the masked child did not catch up, but squatted quietly on the roof, as if watching her leave the dark street.

After running for a certain distance, Mami gradually slowed down, and then switched to walking.

——Why is she running away!What a run!

Maybe the other party is Mr. Lu Jiu's son!Or Yamanaka Haiyi used the transformation technique!Or simply because the thick eyebrows and wearing a mask are too idle at night, so I turned into a little boy and went shopping!You can see that his clothes look exactly like that masked silver-haired ninja!Anyway—just happened to know her name.

It is also possible that Mami, who is fourteen or fifteen years old, just happens to be similar to another Mami who looks like Mami in the village.

However, no matter how you think about it, there is only one "another Mami who has appeared, looks similar to her, and has the same name"——that is herself.

This thing is a little tricky.

Obviously, when she left Konoha Ninja Village last time, Asami erased the memories of other people, and those who knew her would no longer remember the person "Nikawa Asami".Even with the 14-year-old Asami who looks similar, he should not be able to remember anything.So why can the braided boy squatting on the roof call out her name accurately?

subtle!

Mami walked back to the door of Ah Xing's izakaya, made sure that there was no one around, and walked straight through the door as when she came out.It was as quiet as in the izakaya, and her going out without authorization obviously did not disturb A Xing who was already asleep.

Full of doubts, the god kicked off her shoes, lumbered back to her wooden bench, pulled the two coats over her body, and began to stare at the dark ceiling in a daze.

The author has something to say: Brother Weasel: My teacher has shrunk to 14 years old, what should I do if I ask for help online.

ps, although she is 14 years old, she is still older than me.

Re-ps: Starting from this chapter, the author decided to practice Northeast dialect in the title.