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Mikoto looked at the beautiful boy who seemed peaceful even when he was lying on the ground, and felt a vague sense of familiarity.
But Mikoto was very sure that she had never seen this boy before, and her memory had always been good.
"Wow, what a handsome brother. His skin is so delicate, even better than yours." Yoshino gently poked the boy's face with her index finger, leaving a little stain from her fingertips on the fair cheek.
"Yoshino, I have never seen this person before."
"I haven't seen it either." Yoshino said calmly, "It would have been nice if we had seen it before the marriage, hahahaha."
"What are you thinking? I mean, we should be careful."
Mikoto held the kunai tightly in her hand, and opened her three-magatama Sharingan, staring at the boy intently.
Then she added, "There are only two of us left in the entire escort team. We must cherish our lives. Our families are waiting for us back home."
Uchiha Mikoto missed her husband and her children.
She was homesick.
In order to successfully return home, all dangers must be eliminated.
Yoshino seemed indifferent. She shrugged and said nonchalantly, "If I have to go back to accompany that ugly man who complains about me being boring all day long, but is actually the most boring person, I might as well just die here."
"What are you talking about!" Mikoto frowned, "Your life was bought with the life of Rihui!"
Nara Yoshino's mood also became depressed after hearing this, and he nodded slightly: "I will listen to you."
As a living person who has survived by exchanging her life for another's, she has no right to throw away her own life at will.
Although it can be identified from the forehead protector tied on his right arm that the boy should be from Konoha, who can be sure?
Sometimes, a spy can kill a large group of people.
Seeing that Yoshino was not stubborn, Mikoto's eyes softened. She stared at the boy with a hint of pity in her eyes and murmured in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, if it were peacetime I would definitely save you, but now the situation is special and we can't identify you, so we can only leave you here."
The bleak cold wind blew my black hair, and dark clouds gathered in the sky again without me noticing.
What a horrible July.
Lots of water.
Mikoto walked away sideways, with Yoshino following closely behind her.
“Rumble——!!!”
Suddenly there was thunder and lightning, and rain as big as beans began to fall.
The green plants in July are the most lush, and the raindrops make "patter" and "patter" sounds.
After walking a few steps, Misaka suddenly turned back.
"What's wrong?" Yoshino asked puzzledly as she looked at Mikoto who had stopped.
"It's nothing. I'll go drag him to a place where he can shelter from the rain and come back."
Mikoto's voice revealed a hint of irritation, and she walked quickly towards the place where the boy had been lying.
"Pfft." Yoshino chuckled, "I thought you had such a cruel heart."
Mikoto explained: "Don't think too much. I was just thinking, if he is really from the village, at least don't let him die in the rain."
Yoshino glanced at her and said, "You are just stubborn. If I were to use a new word to describe you, you would be called tsundere."
“I don’t have that attribute.”
"Ha, you really know what tsundere is. I thought our gentle and virtuous Lady Mikoto wouldn't understand these words."
"Stop it."
The only place to shelter from the rain around here is the cave where we had previously avoided the mountain torrents. I didn't expect that I would have to go back and hide again less than half an hour after coming out.
However, this time when I went back, there was an extra boy.
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The damp smell pierced his mouth and nose, and Naruto opened his eyes in pain. His head hurt as if it was about to split.
After a dizzying moment, I could barely see the scene in front of me.
A pitch-black place.
"Um"
"I'm still in the passage. Haven't I escaped?"
The pain was not pleasant, and Naruto was tired and hungry at the moment. He subconsciously wanted to enter the storage space to look for Quan, but the next moment he found that he could not open the storage space.
Not only that, he couldn't move at all at this moment.
even
Unable to mobilize even a trace of chakra.
It only has a mouth, but it can barely speak.
Naruto's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.
Yes, although the perfect version of Eight Gates Ninjutsu will not kill you, it will have very serious sequelae and it will take some time to recover.
How can I open the storage space if I can't mobilize even a bit of chakra?
In other words, Naruto now can't even ask for help and is completely at the mercy of others.
"It's a good thing I didn't escape the passage, otherwise any three-year-old kid could kill me now."
"The average person can survive for several days without food and water."
"As a member of the Uzumaki clan, it wouldn't be too much for me to live for ten days or half a month."
"As long as I can wait until my meridians repair themselves and I can refine chakra normally, I can open the space and release the spring."
Just as Naruto was thinking this, a strange face came into his sight.
Although there were many stains on her face and her hair was messy, it still couldn't hide the woman's beauty.
"Oh, you're awake?!" the woman shouted happily.
Naruto panicked.
When you are at your weakest in life, your first reaction to encountering anything unknown is panic.
Now, even a three-year-old child could kill him, let alone a grown woman.
Moreover, it seems that there is more than one person.
"Da da da."
The sound of light footsteps gradually approached, and the woman shouted back: "Mikoto, he's awake!"
"I saw it."
Another gentle voice came, and then a beautiful, familiar face entered Naruto's sight.
Why do you say familiar?
Because Naruto saw this face every day for a period of time.
Isn’t this just a female version of Sasuke?
And from the word "Mikoto" just now, we can conclude that the female version of Sasuke in front of us should be Sasuke's mother, Uchiha Mikoto.
"Damn it, I must have been tricked."
"I'm actually dead?"
"How else can you see a dead person?"
At this moment, Naruto still found it a little hard to accept this conclusion. It was clearly said that the perfect version of the Eight Gates would make him immortal, but how could he still be killed by himself?
Foolish selector.
Uchiha Mikoto frowned, her right hand already placed on the ninja tool bag, full of vigilance.
"Dead man, who's dead?"
Her sudden words interrupted Naruto's thoughts.
Seeing a hint of displeasure on the other's face, Naruto swallowed and thought that the most important thing for a person is to know when to act.
Now that I am completely unable to move, it is always better to try to curry favor with the other party first.
I don’t ask for anything else, at least don’t take the opportunity to hit anyone.
When I can move again, I will think of a way to try to contact the world of the living and let Haku and Orochimaru find a way to resurrect me.
After deciding on his thoughts, Naruto felt much more relaxed. He smiled and said to Mikoto, "Auntie, I am Sasuke's best friend."
"Who are you calling auntie!!!"
Before Naruto could finish his words, he was interrupted by a roar.
Yoshino, who was standing next to Mikoto, had a dark face and said with gritted teeth, "I just turned 22 and you call me auntie?!"
???
"My beautiful sister, I didn't call you auntie." Naruto blinked blankly and emphasized the word "beautiful".
Hearing this, Yoshino nodded in satisfaction, but then he thought again and felt that something was wrong.
This kid didn't call me aunt, so he probably called me...
Yoshino turned her head and saw that Mikoto's face had turned cold.
At this time, Naruto, who was unaware of the situation, was still grinning at Mikoto: "Aunt Mikoto, I am Sasuke's best friend."
"stop!"
The next moment, Naruto's words were interrupted again.
Mikoto's voice was indifferent: "Don't mention Sasuke. I don't know him. You don't need to use him to establish a relationship with me."
After saying that, Mikoto's face darkened as she directly showed her kunai.
Yoshino on the side was already laughing so hard that she held her stomach and couldn't stop giggling.