The wind, a cold and strong wind whistled past Iruka, and even the corner of her clothes was not touched. Iruka was wrapped in her wings and disappeared. However, when he heard the whistling wind passing by, his thoughts moved and he went down toward the low altitude, almost no less than the speed of light, and he could not even notice it at the naked eye. At this moment, he had reached the low altitude.

Looking down, there was no trace of human beings outside the vast and protruding hills, and there was no trace of wild animals. However, this place was the same as before, with many fields, and crops had long been planted.

It seemed that it was not far away. Iruka thought to himself, but Iruka's body floating in the low altitude disappeared the next moment. He slightly chose the direction to the right and disappeared. The speed was really gone, and there was no trace of it. There was no trace of it. It was incredible fast!

Time has only passed a few minutes, and it is quite far away from where I stopped. Anyway, it is difficult to calculate. Moreover, Iruka doesn't care. It is still floating in the air, but there are some deserted fields on the ground. Seeing that there is still no one, I can only say that he is carrying it. With a wry smile, Iruka vibrates his wings again and searches for a large area ahead.

It was here, and it flew very quickly, so he didn't realize it was a long time. He floated in the air and looked at the village on the ground. There was a castle in the center! Not far away, that is, in a place that ordinary people could not see, he descended.

Finally arrived, I found me so hard. Iruka sighed in her heart, and walked slowly without hesitation. Looking at the distance, there were still many roads, which were always more than the previous street.

Walking slowly and leisurely, like walking around his home, Iruka finally walked to a calm road. The houses on both sides were staggered, but not messy, with strange rules. Each house was a little empty, just a few paths. All the shops were not only seen on the surface, but also some deep in the depths. However, Iruka only walked on the road.

There was no noise or clamor in my ears, it was very quiet. Every shop had its own sign hanging, written in Japanese, but it had already integrated the original body's memory, so Iruka could read it well. Anyway, he was so dazzling that he could watch it.

Walking around, aimlessly, Iruka is not like this. He is looking for a clothing store and wants to buy some clothes for his disciples, so that he can save himself from the way he used to.

Iruka, who had been walking on the road, suddenly turned around and walked into a path. A clothing store slightly towards the inside, a store with the brand name "Mitsunokawa". There was no so-called welcome. Several rows of clothes were filled with clothes, and the men's

, Ladies and some children, actually have ninja costumes, very different and very exaggerated. It seems that the owner is planning to attract young people who worship ninjas or children. Iruka thought with a little amused in his heart, why would he become an idol that others admire one day? Ninja is a cruel profession! There are children who like it, which is a really incredible world!

Hello! A sweet voice, a woman bowed to Iruka with a smile, and her face smiled, and she felt a little embarrassed when she saw it. She suddenly had an idea of ​​buying a piece of clothing. It was a ridiculous idea. It seemed that she had the so-called kindness! Iruka's face also became a little bad, but she quickly recovered. As long as it did not hinder her survival, the rest would be as long as it would be as good as it would be as good as the gods will. I felt a little reluctant to give up the last, somewhat ridiculous "goodness".

Even without looking, under the surprise of the woman, Iruka said in a deep voice: Help me choose a few clothes, just wear them, you must act neatly.

Yes, the woman smiled sweetly, turned around and twisted her waist and headed towards the clothes hangers, but Iruka didn't even look at it, but just looked at the surrounding environment carefully and ignored it directly. It seemed that he was not a pervert in his previous life, nor did he stare at the kind of man when he saw a beauty.

The gray walls of the room were painted with strange patterns in some places, including flowers, fish, etc. There was an old man hanging above the counter in front of him, with an extremely painful expression because he had no arm and was obviously disabled. However, Iruka did not mean to laugh at him, but he was a little strange in his heart. How could the owner put on such a portrait here? Doesn’t it affect business?

That was my husband. He had his hand cut off to protect our home. Because of the unbearable pain, he committed suicide and left me and my daughter alone. Fortunately, my daughter married a good young man, and the family was still past. At some point, the woman came over and spoke intermittently in her mouth. She couldn't hear sadness or joy. She could only say that she was like a stranger without emotion.

Is that true? Iruka only said plainly.

Okay, the guest has chosen all your clothes. The woman put the stack of clothes in her hands in front of Iruka and let him choose. Her tone suddenly became cold and she stopped laughing.

I wanted them all, wrapped them up for me, Iruka said coldly, taking out a stack of paper money from his arms and handing it to the woman.

The guest, the woman took a look and said, "I have too much money and can't find it."

Iruka just put the money on the ground, quickly wrapped her clothes, and then pushed the door away without giving the woman a slightest opening.

The guest, the woman called out, but she didn't look at the money on the ground. She just turned her head and stared at the portrait on the wall. The man who could not bear even the pain at all, committed suicide and left the bullying of the orphan and widowed mother. Before she knew it, two lines of clear tears flowed out of the woman's eyes and murmured: "Dense River". After that, the entire store fell into a sad atmosphere.

After walking out of the shop, Iruka felt a little cold. Even these civilians had these experiences. Fortunately, I was a ninja, so I should be glad that I was a ninja! I mastered the power that ordinary people could not reach, and even death was death in battle. It was like the powerless way of death that made me even more decadent. As I thought about it, Iruka didn’t know where he had gone? In short, I was just in the clouds, walking in a mess.

Here is? Some ironclad sounds of banging irons came from Iruka's ears, which were clear and pleasant, and they were extremely beautiful. Looking up, the house looked a little secluded, and the surrounding houses were far away, which isolated the house.

There was no brand, it was a bit dilapidated and dirty dust. In short, it was not a person who lived in it. Thinking of this, Iruka walked in. As soon as he entered, there was a spacious courtyard with a large iron furnace in the middle. A long knife on it seemed to be hit to the limit, but this strong and short old man was still knocking, of course in Iruka's eyes, because he was a little shorter than Iruka, so it was reasonable to call it this way.

Just standing quietly, Iruka looked at the old man whose hair had not turned white yet, and watched his beating with a god.

The dinging sound continued. After waiting for a long time, the short old man finally stopped. However, his movements were very fast, much faster than ordinary people. He saw a long knife clamping it into a water tank next to him. The white smoke from the sky kept coming out, but before this stopped, the short old man baked and beat the long knife square and above the stove.

There was another tingling sound, and it had been knocking again twice, at least so many times during the time Iruka waited. However, Iruka didn't know how many times he had hit him in total. A dull sound made the hammer hit the stove, splashing a spark, and the long sword had been broken in two pieces.

The short old man sighed and swept the long sword to the ground hard, shaking his steps in a hurry, sitting on the ground, panting, and saying: You have been watching for so long, I must be a knife lover. Tell me, what kind of knife do you want to buy? I have been building it for so many years, but I still can't get rid of it. It's still a tool for ordinary people. The last sentence is obviously sad.

Well, Iruka didn't expect that he was considered a knife lover after staying for a long time. It was really funny, but Iruka didn't say it, let alone, he had made up his mind not to use that weird sickle, so he naturally wanted to find a knife, because in his previous life, he envied those sword dancers, especially the "Dugu Qiubai" in Mr. Jin Yong's book.

If you are lonely all your life, you just want to lose. This is time, fate and luck.

Just a knife that can be used is enough. Iruka took off the hood and walked out the equally divided face. There was a faint smile on it, and she smiled happily, as if nothing could affect him.

Can it be used!? OK, okay, the short old man smiled happily and said twice.

Come with me, the short old man got up and walked towards the inner room. His steps were extremely slow, but every step was so calm.

Iruka also followed, not falling a step, and followed closely.

The door of the cottage was pushed open, and there was a table in the house with a shelf on it. A long knife more than three feet long was placed on the shelf, and it was covered with dust. The dust on the table was thicker than a thumb, and the dust on the knife also covered the sharpness of the past.

The old man approached and suddenly stopped, recalling the memory: This long sword was my travels around the world and traveling around, and bought me a meal from a samurai family. At that time, the situation in that family was in a very difficult situation and almost had no money to eat. It was forced to do that, the mother sold the sword for the sake of her child. Unfortunately, the treasure was covered in dust and dark, and no one could recognize it, so that the mother and son

The two were hungry for several days but they didn't sell it. At that time, I was walking on the road. When the mother and son met someone, they went up crazily, saying that they didn't have much money and they just had to have a meal. I happened to see the long knife, so I went up to talk to the mother and invited the mother and son to have a full meal. But the short old man's voice was a little sad. After they had enough, they rested peacefully. After waiting for me for a long time, the mother and son had not yet gotten up, and they died. The child was still very cute? As he said that, the old man could no longer speak, and his tears were in his eyes.

He said slowly again. Before I could carefully observe the long sword, I buried the mother and son. I waited until I returned to my hometown before watching. This sword had no other special abilities, only one, which was the solid and undestroyed blade and the sharp blade. I have never seen a curled blade yet, and the knife that was cut was cut in one or two pieces, which made me admire it. So I spent decades to imitate and build this kind of knife in hopes of ending the chaotic days.

Just like you saw it, I failed again today. I can only say that the material of this knife is very special, which is the only thing I can think of. Haha, I wasted so much time because I have never dared to believe in the material of this knife. Alas, I failed today and I don’t want to continue. I finally traveled to this life.

The short old man looked at the long sword deeply and turned around and left. He didn't care about his residence until the door was at that slow voice: I hope you take good care of it!

Yes, Iruka responded heavily, and at the same time, his hands were no longer on the scabbard of the long sword. At almost the same time, the light ball in his mind jumped for no reason and returned to its original shape.
Chapter completed!