sell leaves

Chapter 38
"Is it in the town ahead?"

Isamu Fujita jumped off the snail. The snail is too big to enter the town, so let's release it here!
The snail glanced at the high platform that disappeared on its back, and felt that Isamu Fujita and his party were moving away from it. As if realizing something, the snail crawled towards the direction they left, and its tentacles kept rubbing against Isamu Fujita's clothes.

"I know, I know, how can I go whoring for nothing?" Isamu Fujita took out a fist-sized ball from his pocket and threw it to the big snail who had worked hard for more than 20 days.

The big snail's tentacles immediately rolled up the balls, and then left without looking back.

"I also said that I have feelings, and the feelings are greedy for my beast god ball." Isamu Fujita spat at the back of the big snail that was going away, and pulled the two of them towards the town ahead.

The town is not big, but it is very lively. There are always a lot of shops in the town of Taki Country, probably because of the big forest, and various rare and exotic animals emerge in endlessly. You can see a child riding a three-wheeler. The parents of the four-meter-tall rhino follow behind with a smile, and you can also see a few bugs whizzing through the air holding the goods. This place is not as big as Konoha, but it is much more fantasy than Konoha. There are also many ninjas on the Ninja Village logo, but it’s just inexplicable. Everyone will not have any excessive physical conflicts, and their tempers are also inexplicably good.

It seems to be it.

Isamu Fujita raised his head and glanced at the giant tree in the center of the town. There is such a tree in the towns passing by these days, and the locals call it: Ann.

Without continuing to think, Isamu Fujita brought two naive people who had never seen the world to a restaurant.

This is a store specially sent by the blond Art. There must be something strong about him. After all, the blond Art often regards himself as the leader. Of course, the leader must have something that can match him, such as this restaurant.

The northernmost part of the country of Taki is the coast, so there is never a shortage of seafood. First, there is an unknown sweet and sour prawn, then steamed fish and barbecue, served with the favorite rice of ninja people, and finally a bowl of legendary It was soup made from the water of "Waterfall Falling into the Spring", and the three of them leaned on the chairs contentedly.

Isamu Fujita's appetite can vary. After all, he is a Jonin, so he consumes a lot. How can he survive without eating six or seven bowls of it?Not to mention Yamato, the ruthless man who had 31 bowls of ramen in the Yile Ramen Competition, Shisui was not a good person, seven or eight bowls were piled up in front of him, and he even ordered a dessert.

On the table, the barbecue bones and fish bones piled up in a hill were silently telling all this, and the eyes of the last half of the fish also emitted a strange light.

"The boss pays the bill." Isamu Fujita yelled, and then turned into a piece of wood with a "bang"—substitution technique!

The boss came slowly, Shishui also smiled strangely, Sharingan turned, Yamato froze in place, he stood up and walked out leisurely, the boss walked towards Yamato as if he hadn't seen him .

This group of people! ! !Yamato roared in his heart, obediently took out his wallet.

Outside the restaurant, Yamato came out with a wallet that was almost half shriveled, and walked out with a dark face. At the door, Isamu Fujita and Shisui crossed shoulders, smiling at Yamato who wanted to kill someone, and each of them was holding a bottle of blue water. colored juices.

It's detrimental to the taste of friends.

"Isamu Fujita!!!" Yamato's eyes were on fire, but his face was expressionless.

"Okay, okay, go back to Konoha, I'll give you a hardcover version of the new book, okay~" Isamu Fujita took a sip of juice and waved his hand.

Yamato thought for a while, then let out a cold snort, and let go of his clenched fist.

"Let's go, go meet that blond hair."

Isamu Fujita comforted Yamato, let go of Shisui's shoulder lazily, and walked forward.

This is a method, to stimulate Yamato's emotions, joy, anger, worry, sorrow, fear, let's do it all first, and by the way, you can escape the meal money, so why not do it.

"Yes." Yamato agreed and followed closely.Shisui drained the juice in one gulp, returned the two cups to the roadside vendor, and followed Yamato.

It was around one o'clock in the afternoon, and the shade was still very cool and comfortable. A large group of people gathered around the big tree in the center of the town, sitting under the shade, eating melons, and watching plays.

Under the trunk of the big tree, a young man with blond hair made gestures and gave a speech, with bursts of laughter and applause from time to time. Compared with speeches, Isamu Fujita wanted to call him cross talk.

"So, no one, no one understands the ninja world and understands applause better than me."

The applause did not come, but it caused a roar of laughter. Some people even threw some currencies from various countries.

He is a very successful comedian!
Just when Isamu Fujita raised his eyebrows and was about to cheer, a small figure jumped out and picked up the currencies of various countries on the ground one by one, even the coins that fell in the gaps. She sorted the various coins, and then Carefully put it in the little red envelope he was carrying.

Short blue-green hair, early teens, orange hairpin, dark skin.
Nanao Jinchuriki, Fu?
But, didn't it mean that Nanao had already caught it?And this perception can't be faked, can it?
In the spiritual world, Isamu Fujita pinched the back of the pocket Nine Lamas, pointed at Art and Fu, and asked again: "Which one of them is the seven tails on?"

Kyuubi didn't struggle, and it didn't seem like it was the first time that he looked proficient: "I said it, how many times do you want me to say it on that blond hair?"

"Are you sure? If you make a mistake, the Internet will be disconnected for a week~" Isamu Fujita felt a little headache when he saw that Jiu Lama couldn't get in, so he took out his trump card.

Jiu Lama's originally lazy expression changed instantly, and his face became serious: "Little ghost, put me down, I will sense it carefully."

Isamu Fujita put down Kyuubi, and Kyuubi sat on the ground and closed his eyes. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes: "It's confirmed, it's in the hands of that blond hair."

"That's weird." Isamu Fujita scratched his head, grabbed Jiu Lama and put him back on the sofa.

"Remember to take out the trash!" He kicked away an empty Coke bottle on the ground, and got out from the crack of the big iron gate.

"Got it, got it." Kyuubi agreed, and casually picked up the Coke that Isamu Fujita had replaced, drank tons and tons of it, and even let out a "burp~~" after drinking it.

Dead fat house/Tie Han batch

One person and one tail beast scolded each other in unison in their hearts, and then Isamu Fujita disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the disappearance of Isamu Fujita, Kurama curled his lips (this is the habit he and Isamu Fujita learned), and continued to fight in the canyon. The IDs of the five people on the opposite side were extremely dramatic: Wandering Mage (computer), Ice Shooter (computer) , Daughter of Darkness (computer), Power of Demacia (computer), Debang Supervisor (computer).

"This is called a computer, what kind of organization is it? It's so powerful!"

Jiu Lama's fox paw is holding the mouse, and the other paw is pressing the special keyboard. He sincerely said that the record of 0-12-0 in the upper right corner is daunting.

It's not connected to the internet at all!
Under the shade of the tree, Isamu Fujita opened his eyes. Now he is very interested in how Fu survived.

(End of this chapter)