My Ninjutsu in Naruto will be automatically practiced

Tearful Ruka has always been dissatisfied with the fact that he was transferred to the airport. To him, it was an insult to his talents. He is a man who is willing to fight with his life. He believes that a guy like him who can go all out to do anything will never be so easily ignored by Bolbo, but the fact is the opposite.

"In a place where fighting is often necessary, sending a guy with an injured eye can be fatal." These are Bolbo's original words. "Crying tears will blur the vision, and blurring the vision will slow down the movement, even if the other eye Even if it is intact, it will get in the way terribly, and more importantly, a man who sheds tears at any time will also pity himself at any time." Bolbo's words were fallacies used to whitewash it, of course, but who made him the one to make the decision. Luka was sent to early retirement.

Most areas near the airport are jurisdictions with little oil and water, and this is basically the case throughout Italy. But the terrible thing is that not far from the Naples International Airport where Ruka was assigned, there is a US military base. In Luka's view, it was full of lunatics who were acting recklessly on the basis of "extraterritoriality". He did not dare to be too presumptuous there, so he could only stare at the taxi drivers who came to solicit customers and bully them, or else he would flee into the city to show his power. Be a blessing.

After all, for him, no matter how sharp a shovel is, it can't beat a bullet, even if the bullet only comes out occasionally to "have fun."

This kind of cowardice engraved in a person's personality is why Luka went to find Bailey Crowe in Sicily. It's also why he still pokes his head into the restaurant even if he has made up his mind to take Ada away. The Bucciarati team inside confirmed that they had not noticed them for the time being.

For Luka, who has no substitute, the "Stand-In Messenger" is a UFO that is more terrifying and elusive than bullets.

Unfortunately he didn't see anything.

"You'd better come here on your own." Luka didn't have the guts to take action directly, so he had to threaten him, "Otherwise, when I return to Polbo, Bucciarati will definitely be punished. You don't want this, right?"

Ada panicked when she heard "punishment". She tried her best not to show her emotions, but she still rejected Luka. "You go, I only listen to Bucciarati." She suppressed the idea of ​​further questioning, and also suppressed the "Pink Moon" that wanted to rush out.

"Polpo is not an ordinary person. You don't want to know the consequences of not doing things according to his ideas." Luka moved forward and approached Ada. "You are a little girl with thin skin and tender flesh. You'd better be wiser and don't let it happen." I'll use force." Not wanting to waste any more time, he reached out to Ada, grabbed her arm, and forced her to go. "Gangsters are also divided into three levels. Bucciarati is a gangster among gangsters. Even if I take you away without saying a word of nonsense, he can't do anything to me. Polpo Keming said... …”

Another hand grabbed his shoulder.

"What did Porpomin say?" It was Bucciarati.

Luka froze in place as if he was frozen, sighing in frustration at his bad luck, and turned around with a normal face. "Polpo gave instructions to invite her to join, and I just followed the instructions. Bucciarati, if you have any dissatisfaction with Polpo's decision, you should go to him personally instead of interfering with my work here. ——What’s more, this is the result of your own disloyalty. Quickly let go of your hands."

"I know Bolbo's decision." Bucciarati said while giving Ada a look.

Ada understood, broke away from Luka, and fled into the restaurant like an arrow. When Ada entered the room, Bucciarati relaxed his grip on Luca. Luca turned around to face Bucciarati, then took a few steps back to keep his distance, just like Ada a moment ago.

Bucciarati said bluntly: "Shortly after you came to see her for the first time, I already asked to see Porpo. He asked me to let you go two more times." There was no need to explain the unfulfilled intention, Luka's face was already pale—— He is indeed not smart, but he is not so stupid that he cannot read the eyes. Bucciarati looked so calm, his hands hanging naturally by his legs, but Luca could feel that the man in front of him was full of murderous intent.

Luka's voice became harsh. "Aren't you here to stop me? Is this called letting go?" He was still trying to struggle.

"Even if it's not Ada, but an ordinary passerby, and it happens under my eyes, I won't let you just arrest people on my territory." Bucciarati looked magnanimous.

Luka's face turned completely blank.

"This is, this is the first time!" He dropped a sentence like a naughty child and ran away. Just for a guy like Luka who has no human character at all, facing the murderous substitute messenger, not being so scared that he knelt down and begged for mercy on the spot, maybe it was a bit of backbone.

Bucciarati was about to return to the store, and when he opened the glass store door, he looked to his left side with feeling. He met a pair of inhuman eyes.

"Black Sabbath", Porpo's stand-in, wearing a costume similar to a carnival clown, stared at him blankly, and suddenly disappeared.

"What are you looking at? Come and help me," Apaki's voice sounded from inside the room, "Mista is about to hit the wall with Naranja and Ada." He was approaching the door with Fugo in a daze. Mista followed behind, half dragging and half holding Naranja. Ada and a waiter were trying to help Mista walk in a straight line.

Bucciarati had no choice but to put the "Black Sabbath" thing behind him for the time being.

"Wait until tomorrow, I have to talk about these people, it's shameful." He stepped forward and picked up Nalanja, put it on his left shoulder, and held Mista in his other hand, "Apaji, follow me first Send these two guys back, and I will accompany you to see Fu Ge; Ada, you hold Mista's right hand, I can't hold him with my free hand, and when we get to Naranja, you can Leave him a note and stay at my place for one night." Bucciarati arranged for the team members and Ada, and took them home. Fortunately, it was generally a smooth journey without many detours.

Halfway through, Mista broke away from Bucciarati and sang excitedly. He danced and danced wildly along the way, dragging Ada with him. The two of them hit the wall together, Ada was confused, and Mista was confused. Da immediately fell asleep; Fugo started to get drunk and went crazy after not walking a few steps. He cursed a certain professor at the School of Literature and Philosophy of the University of Naples Federico II as an "old scum", and then kept hitting Apache with his head. The chest was knocked unconscious by Apaki who was in pain; Bucciarati's shoulder hurt Naranja's stomach and returned the entire night's stock. Naranja himself almost choked, but fortunately Bucciarati made a quick decision. , adjusted his posture and punched his back and stomach a few times... I won’t list these one by one.

After Mista got home, he was thrown into the bed, but he still grabbed Nalanja's hair and refused to let go. Everyone had to keep Naranja, and Ada wrote a note and posted it on Mista's bedside. . After all, Apache was still worried about letting Fugo get drunk and unconscious at home alone, so he took him back to his residence, and Ada followed Bucciarati.

Bucciarati gave her the bed and replaced it with clean pillowcases and blankets.

Ada covered herself with a blanket, thought for a while, and finally asked: "What is the 'infidelity' that Luka mentioned?"

Bucciarati just turned off the light for her. "This is not something you need to know." Closing the bedroom door, he sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV.

Naples prison.

"Bucciarati is a man of his word. He is obedient and smart. He only needs a little reminder to know what to do and what not to do." Polpo was enjoying dinner - which started at five o'clock in the afternoon. It took a full four hours to get to the end. His setting for "Black Sabbath" was not triggered - "Kill Bucciarati when he attacks Tearful Ruka."

"My settings have to be changed now." From the table in front of him that was filled with all kinds of snacks, he selected a crepe stuffed with fresh cream and fruit. "In a few days, the informants will come over and report. It’s also very tiring to always leave your substitute outside.”

Black Sabbath disappeared without a trace, and Porpo had finished his crepe. "When I finish eating these, I can have a sweet dream." He said to himself and looked at the landscape paintings on the wall.

"I hate Monet's paintings. They are blurry and not as good as tourists' photos. I will replace them tomorrow."

But Ruka did not live to see the time that Porpo had planned for him.

March 3, Thursday morning.

Apache's birthday is the day of the switch to daylight saving time. Clocks across the country are set forward one hour, and Ada's alarm clock is also set forward. However, it has been raining since Monday, and there was even thunder on Wednesday, so Bucciarati gave the members three days off. Thursday morning, the first day after the holiday, even though it was still raining a little, Ada arrived at the restaurant on time and took shelter under the eaves, waiting for others to come and go in together.

"It's still raining, you could have slept a little longer." Bucciarati, who also appeared at the door of the restaurant, walked over and patted her on the head, "Didn't Nalanja refuse to come with you today?"

Speaking of which, earlier, when Ada went to wake Naranja up, she was pushed back by her heels by the "Aviation Smith" gliding on the ground. Maybe she had to thank Nalanja for not being completely asleep and remembering not to turn the propeller, otherwise Ada would have lost her toes the moment she stepped into his room.

"You arrived on time too?" Ada grinned and watched the waiter open the door of the restaurant and welcome them in. "I want to have cake for breakfast, what about you?" She found her seat and sat down in a familiar way. Down.

"I think you will arrive as usual, so let's take a look first. Let's have breakfast after everyone has gathered. It happens to be the end of the quarter and there is some work to be done." Bucciarati took his seat, and the waiter immediately sent a stack of documents, which is this All accounts and some documents in the quarterly store. Bucciarati thumbed through the thickness of the pile and changed his mind. "Give me a cup of coffee, give Ada a macchiato, and some cookies. I need to refresh myself before I can continue reading." He lowered his head and began to browse the accounts.

Mista has the habit of getting up early, unless he was drunk the night before, otherwise he would not be able to do anything. Ada had just ironed the coffee cup on her palm when he came grunting.

Nalanja got out of bed early in the morning and looked out the window. She found that it was still raining, so she allowed herself to stay in bed. Unfortunately, she didn't stay in bed for long, and was disturbed by Ada's wake-up service - her damn alarm clock. As soon as the sound rang, Nalanjia, who returned to sleep and was kicked out again, knew that something bad was going to happen, so she unhappily used her stand-in to teach the mean girl a lesson. She flopped on the bed for a long time before getting up. After washing herself, Coming soon.

Fugo and Apache also arrived. Fugo experienced social death last Sunday night and spent the past few days holding his head in frustration.

"Okay, okay," Nalanjia enlightened him, "We all know that you have met an old scumbag, but scumbags are very common and I am used to it." He took the initiative to spread out his Exercise book, grab a ballpoint pen. "Where did we go on Friday? Do you remember? Let's start quickly, I can't wait." He tried his best to make his words sound less inconsistent, and pushed the notebook in the direction of Fu Ge. .

Fugo showed one eye. "It's not the scumbag's problem, it's me. I haven't let go of that scumbag's problem yet."

"Then forget it, I can try to help you." Ada suggested, but Apache flicked her forehead.

"If you're talking about beating him with a stick until he loses his memory, I've tried it on him a long time ago. See, it doesn't work." He blocked Ada's words and prevented her from refuting. Fuge glanced in the direction of the waiter in the distance. The other person was looking here. After receiving Fuge's look, he came up to him.

"Mr. Fugo, is there anything I can do for you?" The waiter bowed slightly. He was a young man with short chestnut hair. Hearing the young man's voice, Nalanjia looked at him immediately.

"It would be great if you could give him a cup of love water; if you can't, let's have some coffee and croissants." Mista placed the order skillfully, "Four cups of coffee with hazelnut cream, and bread too. Four...ah, okay, five." He received Ada's longing look.

"Hey, don't you come here every afternoon? Is there another red-haired one in the morning?" Nalan Jia asked the waiter who took the order.

The waiter smiled shyly. "You are talking about my unlucky brother. He will go back to the rehabilitation community in Rimini tomorrow to participate in activities. He will take leave from today and will not come back until Sunday. He will stay there for three and a half days in total. I have to work for him these days. La."

"Ah, the one in Rimini." Nalanjia nodded, and then Mofuge helped him read the math problems.

Bucciarati was busy looking at the accounts, and when he heard the waiter speaking, he raised his head from the paper. "Is he recovering well?"

"Very good, thank you for introducing us, otherwise my brother's life would be ruined." The waiter suddenly lowered his voice, "Speaking of which, I have to ask the chef for a leave of absence these two days to go to the prison to visit the elders at home. He I have always cared about you very much, and I often talk about you to him. However, I have never said anything bad about you, and I will never say anything bad about you in the future. Please rest assured." He then returned to his normal tone and repeated Mista's point. Order: "Five croissants and four cups of coffee with hazelnut cream, they will be brought to you immediately." He quickly left the sight of the team members and Ada.

"He is..." Apaki raised his chin and asked inquiringly.

"He's a good person." Bucciarati nodded. Apache understood the hidden meaning of his words and said nothing more.

Bolbo's messenger phone came over at this time and asked Bucciarati to go to the prison. He came back after answering the phone and handed Apache the account book he was reading. "Please help me take a look at these things first. I will be back before lunch. Remember to order some food for me." Then he left.

The waiter brought coffee and bread, and Mista ordered lunch. Naranja was reluctant to eat dinner at noon and only wanted pumpkin soup. When Ada heard that Mista wanted steak, she ordered the same thing as Naranja did.

Fuge was depressed enough and continued to solve math problems for Nalanja, while Ada was assigned by him to start reading history. While doing the problem, Fuge and Nalanja got into an argument over the position of the decimal point in the multiplication result. Nalanja raised his head and listened to Fuge as if out of body as he explained why two decimal points multiplied to four. bits, while the fractions of two rows multiplied together do not become four rows.

"It's not like it won't become four lines, but usually we don't write it like this..."

"Ah! Please stop talking. I don't want to study anymore. It's too crazy." Nalanja gave up on herself and pulled her hair.

"You were the one who said you wanted to learn from the beginning. If you want to give up, at least hold on until Ada starts school? How about it?" Fuge persuaded patiently, and finally got Nalanja to agree to give it a try for another week. .

There was a bald man looking uneasily at the door. After being discovered, he walked to the table where several people were sitting with a cane and asked roundly about Bucciarati's whereabouts.

No one liked this kind of social rhetoric very much, and Ada didn't understand at all that this person wanted to see Bucciarati for something. Finally, Fugo stood up, took him to the sofa on one side, and received him. After more than ten minutes, Fuge came back and sat down. "I've asked for the general details. He's a flower shop owner. His daughter is dead. He wants us to help investigate. He won't say anything more, but he doesn't seem to be lying. Let's just let him wait there for Buga. We'll talk about it when Lati comes back." Everyone continued to do their own thing, pretending that the bald man didn't exist.

Ada wanted to talk to the flower shop owner, but Fugo stopped her. "Read your book."

Fugo gave Ada a wild history novel about the Roman Empire as a small tool to arouse her interest. As expected, Ada took the bait and read with gusto. She moved to Apaki with the book in her arms, and asked questions about vocabulary she didn't know from time to time. Apaki was not interested in historical gossip-themed works, so he passed on the task of answering questions to Mista. "This is the other person in charge of your homework, ask him."

Mista looked dumbfounded as she looked at the title of the article "Cleopatra VII's Love Affair - The Story She and Three Men Have to Tell" that Ada pointed to, and heard her ask why there were three men. "Caesar, Antony, and Octavian, three men."

"But Octavian was the one who killed her, not her love interest, I remember what dad said."

"So this is unofficial history."

Ada was noncommittal and turned the book to a certain page. There was an illustration printed on it that spanned two pages. It was the 1881 oil painting "The Death of Cleopatra" by Juan Luna.

"This painting is good." Nalanjia put down the math problems to join in the fun.

"I like this painting too. It's much better than the cover. I don't like the picture on the cover that depicts Queen Marie and Sekhmet together." Ada showed him the cover and touched the one that symbolized revenge and war. Lion-headed goddess, "Queen Marie is very smart and talented. Every time I see the portrait of Sekhmet, I don't know why I feel very friendly. But when the two of them are painted together, they always seem to be hinting at something, It makes me unhappy." A feeling of discomfort flashed through Ada's mind, but she could not understand the reason.

"When we talk about history, isn't it always like this?" Mista didn't take it seriously. He looked at the oil painting. In the dark and gorgeous room, Antony with blue complexion was lying on the ground, while Queen Marie's pale face hung on her round shoulders. The peaceful death of the two had a quiet and strange beauty. "History is about men who keep repeating their failures, and women who leave their mark in history and take the blame - I forgot which book I read this in."

"Brilliant," Apache commented, and he even started to laugh.

Mista cleverly changed the subject and risked his life by saying, "How about we have lunch first? It's almost time. I'm really hungry."

"No." The first person to refuse was Naranja, "Bucciarati promised to come back before lunch."

"He will come back before lunch. We are not waiting for him to have lunch. It doesn't matter if we start first." Mista's hand that wanted to summon the waiter was pressed down by Apache.

"I'm a little hungry too." Ada was embarrassed to say, but her stomach was growling really loudly.

Fuge also stood on the opposite side of Nalanjia and Apaki. "We can't let everyone be hungry. Let's serve lunch first. Maybe Bucciarati will come back in the middle." He put away the things on the table that were not related to eating, raised his hand to find the waiter, and asked for the meal.

So three to two, several people were ready to have lunch.

Mista excitedly expressed his opinion that herbivores taste better than carnivores, concluding that meat-eaters taste worse. Nalanja loves to eat vegetables and fruits, and was a little anxious after hearing this. Ada, who does not eat meat, was dismissive and blurted out: "You seem to be wrong, I think." But after she finished speaking, her expression showed a bit of confusion.

"Don't be serious. How do we know whether human flesh is delicious or not? You're just talking nonsense." Mista was amused.

Ada was stunned, but her mouth was covered by a cold hand, and the hands of other people present were within her sight.

"It's 'Pink Moon.'" Fugo held his chin.

"It's not taboo for you to discuss cannibalism during the meal." It was Bucciarati who spoke behind Ada.

The reason why Bucciarati delayed his return was because of Lucca's death. When Polbo received the news, he immediately assigned the task of verifying the cause of death to Bucciarati. "But this doesn't mean that my agreement with you ends here." Bolbo said in a cold tone at that time, "There will be someone else. As for who it will be, you don't have to worry about it." This must have made him feel very sad. unhappy.

Fugo led the long-awaited flower shop owner to Bucciarati. After his boss cried emotionally, Bucciarati agreed to his request to investigate the cause of his only daughter's death. Taking over two jobs at the same time, Bucciarati decided to personally carry out Polpo's instructions, while Mista was responsible for prying the mouth of the sculptor boyfriend of the shop owner's daughter.