HxH: The legendary prop master who beats the enemy Hakka

He has long black hair and a goatee, and wears a tight-fitting black combat uniform with green jounin mail on the outside.

There are dark red logos tattooed on the shoulders and back. The imprint of the Fire Nation's coat of arms hangs on the waist.

Asuma was playing shogi with Shikaku with a cigarette in his mouth. He was suddenly surprised to be in an unfamiliar environment.

His hands quietly touched his lower back. That was where the weapons for which he was famous were located - two chakra swords, Shinichimonji.

Are you so nervous? Noticing Asma's little movements, Sean took out a pack of cigarettes from the sea of ​​clouds, took out one and lit it himself, threw another one to Asma, opened his mouth and blew out a faint ring of smoke and said: "Advice Don’t have any extra thoughts.”

"Who are you?" "Nabe Shadow Ninja" has not yet been serialized to the part where Kakuzu Hidan invades Konoha. So the current Asuma is still a living person.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I know who you are." Sean looked at Asuma with a smile and said: "Konoha's elite Jonin, the third generation's son, Kurenai's fiancé, Ino Shikacho's teacher, Fire A friend of Earthland, one of the Twelve Guardian Ninjas of the country, a prodigal who painstakingly searches for Jade."

He revealed all of Asuma's connections in one go. The expressions of Konoha's elite jounin changed again and again, which was extremely exciting!

"Oh~ By the way, I almost forgot." At the end of the sentence, Sean looked at Asuma meaningfully and added: "Little Sarutobi's future deceased father."

As soon as these words came out, Asuma's face, which had a beard thicker than a sycamore tree and was thicker than a sycamore tree, completely lost all color. Just for his deceased father, he almost didn't break his defense. Fortunately, he was facing the evil city. A man who can stay calm.

Asuma caught the cigarette thrown by Sean and lit it, taking a deep puff. The taste was strong and spicy, and it was obviously more powerful than Konoha's cigarettes. However, a real man should smoke spicy cigarettes. He swallowed his breath without coughing and looked at Sean and said, "It seems you know me very well."

"That's right." Sean flicked the ash from his cigarette and winked at Asuma: "You can also think that I know everything about Konoha, including the past and the future."

"Oh~" Asuma's reaction was unexpectedly calm. After he calmed down, he seemed to not care about anything and asked lazily: "Sarutobi Mirai is my child?"

"To be precise, it's your unborn daughter." Sean put out his cigarette and raised his index finger at him: "One question after another."

"I've answered one of your questions for free. If you have any questions, you can ask now."

Then, Sean added: "I believe you have discovered that this is my conscious space and I can pull you here, so naturally I have something to rely on."

Asuma nodded, and after getting rid of his initial panic and vigilance, he also discovered that his subconscious was obeying the orders of the mysterious young man in front of him.

This is the first time in his life that he has experienced the feeling of being restrained. It is also a novel experience.

"Hi~hoo." Konoha's elite jounin didn't say anything immediately. After quietly smoking a cigarette, his bloodless face finally regained its rosiness.

He flicked his finger, and the cigarette butt cut through the sky, leaving a shallow mark, which was instantly swept away by the sea of ​​clouds. He smiled at Sean and said, "Young man, I have nothing to ask. You can tell your questions now."

"Oh?" Sean looked at Asma in surprise and said unexpectedly: "You don't want to know how you died?"

"Or, will your daughter Sarutobi live well in the future?"

"Haha. Good question." Asma touched his goatee, raised his head and thought for a while and said, "No one cares about life or death, and no father doesn't care about his daughter."

"But..." Konoha's elite Jonin grinned and showed a handsome smile to Sean: "Everyone will die, sooner or later."

"Besides." His eyes softened: "I believe Hong will take good care of my daughter."

MD, you are quite free and easy. Sean curled his lips and gave Asuma a thumbs up in admiration. He stopped pretending and said directly: "I would like to ask about the changes in the nature of the 'wind' attribute chakra."

"Haha, your question sounds familiar." Asma laughed: "Being recognized by a mysterious young man, does this mean that I have some ability?"

"Forget it." Sean smiled and said, "But Naruto is Naruto, and I am me. I already know the nature of 'thin and sharp'. Apart from this, is there anything else?"

"Then you have to ask Feng." Asma smiled, looked at Sean meaningfully and said, "No one knows Feng himself better than Feng."

"As a gift before leaving, I suggest you release your chakra, treat yourself as a wisp of wind, completely integrate into the wind, listen to the voice of the wind, and you may get the answer you want."

Listen to the voice of the wind? Sean was thoughtful. When he came back to his senses, Asma waved his hand with his back to him and plunged into the sea of ​​clouds: "I'm sorry, young man, Lu Jiu is still waiting for me."

"I~ must seize every minute and every second of the rest of my life and enjoy the present moment."

"Hula~" The sea of ​​clouds came in and instantly swallowed Asma into the sea of ​​consciousness. Only Sean was left empty, staring blankly at him turning into bubbles, in a daze.

After a while, the young man shook his head and laughed, snapped his fingers, returned to consciousness, took one step forward, and jumped to the window mast.

Close your eyes, open your arms, and at the same time release your "thoughts" and try to embrace the evening breeze

"Master, what are you doing?" Zi Po Nian noticed something strange about Sean and didn't dare to say anything. The three old men behind the scenes who relied on her to grasp Sean's perspective frowned and looked at Sean without saying a word. It was surprisingly quiet in front of and behind the scenes.

It seemed that only Sean's steady breathing was left in the world, echoing powerfully.

At that time, it had just rained during the day on Meteor Street, and the night wind blew unexpectedly with a hint of moisture. The young man, wrapped in the milky white "Nian" energy, followed Asma's suggestion and imagined himself as a ray of breeze. Jumping alone into the arms of "compatriots"

Just like the lost notes, they were included in the staff. Slowly. Slowly. I figured out the rhythm of the wind. I was happy, it was joyful, it was sad, it was sad, it was frustrated, it was frustrating, it was angry, it was angry.

Gradually, his mind drifted out with the evening wind. Sean faintly heard a few insects chirping in the moist grass. Looking up, he saw a few birds cutting through the dark night sky, fluttering their wings and flying past. Then further away, In the side hall of the church——

The handsome young spiders surrounded Chrollo and asked questions. They didn't know that a pair of eyes were following the wind, sticking close to their faces and taking in everything they said and saw.