My Ninjutsu in Naruto will be automatically practiced

The structure of Ada's wing membrane is very similar to that of a bat's chiropterans, but the limbs are not connected, and the joints are more flexible and flexible. After hearing Apaki's words, she didn't know why, but she still obediently let one of the wing membranes bend forward from the middle part, and handed the tip farthest from the body to Apaki's hand.

"Apaji, what are you doing?" Mista asked him, but Apache did not answer.

Fuge and Nalanjia looked at him, and Apaki ignored them.

"If it hurts, tell me where it hurts and how much it hurts." After Apache finished talking, he grabbed the tender and translucent wing membrane and stabbed it.

"Ahhhhh! Apaki!" Nalanja rushed forward, pushed away the knife in Apaki's hand, and opened the wing membrane to check it over and over. No wounds, not even scratches.

"It's okay, Nalanja, it doesn't hurt too much." Ada touched Nalanja's hand that was holding on to the wing membrane soothingly.

Apache put away the blade. "Come on, tell me, where does it hurt?"

Ada carefully recalled the source of the pain. "Tip of the wings?" Everyone's expressions darkened.

"What's wrong with the tips of the wings? Isn't it supposed to hurt?" Nalanja was the only one who didn't understand it for the time being.

"Ada, let me take a look at the root of the wing membrane." Fuge walked around Ada's back, and the other team members also came over in unison, staring closely at Ada's back.

Ada had never had her bare back looked at like this. She uncomfortably wanted to turn around and avoid everyone's sight, but Apache stopped her movement.

"Don't be nervous. After all, this situation is not suitable for going to the hospital." He held Ada's shoulders to prevent her from moving.

Fuge pushed aside the wing membrane and slightly opened the hole in his clothes. The back hidden under the black leather wings looked like there was no flesh at all, it was abnormally thin, and the skin was extremely loose, like the back of an elderly lady. Fugo's fingers pressed against the lower corner of the shoulder blades, and Ada's skin sunk along with his force, like a loose sponge, and the bones that should have been at this location disappeared.

"Are the bones gone?" Nalanja was worried.

Apaki said calmly: "The bones should still be there, but they have just changed their shape. Without the scapula, the shoulder cannot maintain its normal shape - Ada, raise your hand and take a look." Ada raised her hand above her head as usual. At the same time, the two wing membranes involuntarily leaned together and pressed against the ground.

Fugo then pressed upward and found that the part that was supposed to be a triangular sheet bone turned into a shape similar to a golf putter, maintaining the movement of the shoulders and arms while supporting the huge wing membrane.

"Pink Moon" stretched out her upper body from Ada's body and held the root of the body's wing membrane to explain. "This is using the ability of 'mimicry' to change the shape of bones and skin, temporarily turning into a wing membrane skeleton." It rubbed the translucent soft skin on the wing membrane, "After all, Ada is too small, so the mimicry The bones and skin that come out are fine and thin, and when Ada grows taller and the bones get bigger and thicker, the wing membranes will become stronger."

"There's nothing else." Ada urged, hoping that everyone would finish the inspection quickly.

"The shape of the wing membrane is too fragile. Fortunately, the functions of the rest of the body are not compromised." Fuge retracted his finger.

"Not necessarily." Apache said to Fugo. "With such a large wing membrane, the bone mass must not be small. There must be more than half a scapula in it. I guess there are other bones and even muscles in it."

"If too many bones and muscles are lost, whether the body can function normally is another matter." Mista quickly understood what Apache meant. Bucciarati pursed his lips and crossed his arms. Nalanja couldn't say anything and could only watch nervously as Fugo continued to check Ada's back.

Fugo tentatively touched the latissimus dorsi, one of the largest muscles in the body, but he only touched a layer of skin and pitifully thin ribs. His fingers could even fit into the gaps between the ribs. Fugo was shocked and asked Ada to bend forward. Ada complied obediently, and her wing membranes involuntarily cooperated with her movements to support her body forward. The wing membrane once again covered most of Ada's back. Apache and Mista each lifted up the cortex of the wing membrane, while Fugo counted the number of Ada's ribs according to the outline of the skin on her back. "It's gone. The muscles on his back and nearly half of his ribs are gone." He told his teammates in shock, and Naranja gasped.

"Fuge, it hurts when you touch the inside of the ribs. It hurts even more when you bend over. It hurts everywhere." Ada said suddenly, her voice was as usual, but a trace of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Mista leaned over to take a look. There is now only a piece of skin left on Ada's back, with the bones clearly outlined. The skin on both sides of the spine is uneven, looking like the outline of organs. Mista looked away and carefully held Ada's shoulders to help her stand up straight.

"That could be internal pain." Bucciarati looked grim. "It looks like her internal organs are almost exposed now."

"I'll try to be as gentle as possible. I may touch your waist next. If it hurts, tell me right away."

Fugo then searched for the whereabouts of Ada's latissimus dorsi, and finally found an abrupt strip of muscle at the connection point of her lower back. He pulled Nalanjia over and touched the same spot on his waist. Nalanja does not have this muscle on his body.

"I don't fully understand this aspect. Can any of you take a look? Is this the missing muscle?" Fugo slightly pulled the hole in Ada's clothes outward, revealing this unnatural muscle.

Bucciarati took a look. "Yes." He said, "Ada, take the wing membrane back. Don't use it again."

Ada put herself back to her original position angrily.

Apaki grabbed her and asked Fugo to recheck Ada's back to make sure that the muscles and bones were back to their original positions before letting her go free.

"I still like flying around like this. It doesn't matter if I let it out occasionally, right?" Ada returned to her original position and sat down, lying on the table and haggling unhappily.

"No." Bucciarati refused, "There is no room for negotiation."

"Pink Moon" tries to win for Ontology. "It doesn't matter what's going on inside, right? It's not covered with layers of skin, and it won't fall apart." After all, it's a stand-in. Although it has the same senses as the original body, the internal structure of the body is completely different. It cannot understand that the internal organs have lost the protection of muscles and bones. as a result of.

Fugo explained: "If Ada encounters danger in the air, even if she just collides with a bird, it may be fatal."

"Can't Pink Moon fly? Ada, you haven't seen it yourself. The look on your back is so scary. Even mummies or zombies are not that scary." Mista also said.

Ada was in a very low mood. The current situation was very different from what she had expected. She originally thought she would be praised by everyone, but after some research, her "construction rights" were directly banned.

Nalanja dragged the chair and moved it next to Ada. "Think of a way." As a little expert in making full use of the substitute's ability, he sincerely suggested: "If you can't build yourself, try building something else." Ada tilted her head, as if she didn't understand. Naranga handed her a fork. "Here, why don't you try this? Imagine it's your bone?"

"You can learn from Nalanjia more about this." Mista held up his chin.

Ada stared at the fork in her hand, unable to convince herself that it was a bone. "My bones definitely don't look like this. It would hurt so much," she said.

"No one can help you, just think about it slowly." Nalanja looked at Bucciarati, "Why don't you go home? I'm almost exhausted."

"Let's go." Bugalati stood up, and everyone followed him and left the table.

"I want to go back and have something nice to drink. It's been a very rough night." Mista had already stood up.

Before parting, Bucciarati specifically told Adal about his fate. "The pair of wing membranes, or any other things that change the body, are temporarily prohibited." He emphasized: "Listen clearly, it is prohibited, not even once. Am I clear enough? In addition, the area near the prison has not been peaceful recently," It’s better for Pink Moon to appear less frequently.”

Ada nodded obediently, clutched her fork, and followed Nalanja back home.

Bucciarati and Apaki made an appointment to go to the bar again, and Mista and Fugo were about to go back to their respective homes.

"I forgot one thing." After taking a few steps, Bucciarati suddenly called everyone back, "In two days, I should bring a new person here. If he passes Bolbo's assessment, then he will Becoming the sixth member of the squad.”

"Male or female?" This is probably the question that Mista is most concerned about.

"It's a man, his name is Giorno Giovanna." Bucciarati ignored Mista's disappointed look and gave additional instructions, "There are always some ridiculous coincidences in this world. Don't do it after meeting him. I’m so excited, especially you, Naranja, Fuge, and Ada, please control your temper.”

Fugo understood instantly. Naranja felt that the name Giorno sounded familiar, and thought about it before recalling it.

"The bastard who used Spanish textbooks to get money," he blurted out.

"It was an attempt, but it was not implemented." Fugo corrected, "Don't act like you are the one with a bad temper, Nalanja."

"Then can I hit him?" Ada asked, "Just one, such a small one." She gestured with her little finger.

"Okay, don't see blood, don't send people to the hospital." Considering that Ada was a poor person who was almost defrauded of her savings, Bucciarati recognized the legitimacy of her behavior and agreed.

"I also want to fight." Nalanjia agreed. His request was denied.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night when we got back to the apartment. Ada and Nalanjia went into the house from their respective homes to wash up. After Ada had taken a bath, she wore a rabbit-patterned one-piece pajamas, wrapped her wet head in a large bath towel, and ran into her kitchen like a little penguin to make some milk powder to drink.

"Ada, I want to drink tea, but there is no milk. Can you give me a spoonful of your milk powder?" Nalanja poked his head out of the hole in the wall and saw Ada's hand gesturing "OK" from the kitchen. Stretching out, he came in carrying an empty milk can.

Decorators came a few days ago. In order to make it easier to move around when playing games and watching movies, Ada and Nalanja were reluctant to seal the holes. In the end, they only reinforced them to prevent unreasonable wall holes from affecting the overall stability of the building. After the completion, the decorator suggested installing a small door at the entrance, but that would cost extra, and the small door had to be made to order, so it couldn't be installed on the same day. Naranja called Bucciarati to ask for his advice, and finally set the day for the door installation to be next Friday afternoon.

"When the door is installed next week, I will stuff the door cracks with towels every night so that your alarm clock won't wake me up." Nalanjia scooped a few spoonfuls of milk powder into his own milk jug and put Ai into it. Pour in the remaining boiling water, tighten the lid and shake it up and down.

Ada listened to his complaints absentmindedly, and after drinking the milk powder, she stared at the fork in her hand.

Nalanja didn't hear the answer and went to see her.

"Is it so difficult?" As soon as he unscrewed the milk can, the hot air rushed out and made a "puff" sound.

"It doesn't respond." Ada grimaced, called "Pink Moon" and asked it, "Can you turn it into something else? For example... a straw?"

Pink Moon sticks a finger to the fork, turning it into a stainless steel straw.

"But I can't teach you this, I just rely on my feelings." "Pink Moon" told Ada honestly.

Nalanja asked puzzledly. "How did you teach her to change those wings?"

"Pink Moon"'s green-gold feline eyes narrowed, and the cat-headed ears drooped. "Actually, she took it out on her own, so I'm responsible for showing her mine every night."

Ada threw her fork beside the stove and went to wash the cups.

She pulled the handle of the faucet, and the water column rushed down. Her eyes lit up, she turned off the water again, and turned around to ask questions.

"Aviation Smith's bullets are not real bullets, are they?"

"No." Nalan Jia originally wanted to go back to his place to drink tea, but now he had to stop.

"Then how was it created?"

Nalan Jia was asked. "This doesn't seem to be something I have considered. It was Mr. Smith who loaded the bombs. He is not responsible for flying the plane. He should have been making bullets inside." He subconsciously passed the responsibility to the person sitting in the cockpit of "Aviation Smith". The pilot who doesn't even know what the real body is used for. After finishing speaking, Nalan Jia thought about it briefly and thought that he was right.

"Then the small screen you use to watch the carbon dioxide reaction every time is not a physical thing, right?"

"No."

"Did Mr. Smith also make it?"

"That's part of my stand-in."

"Why isn't your stand-in humanoid? Mista has six little ones, but you don't have any."

"Mr. Smith doesn't count..."

Nalanja felt that he completely understood Fuge's pain when he was tutoring him in his math homework - why was it that Ada was speaking in human language, but Nalanja just wanted to curse after hearing this? Nalan Jia secretly made up his mind to treat Fuge better in the future. He must have endured such hardship. It was really not easy.

In the end, Nalanjia had no choice but to call Fuge.

"Fugo, help!"

The task of answering Ada's questions fell to poor Fugo.

"The capsule of 'Purple Smoke' is on the back of your fist, right? If you break the capsule, others will bubble to death."

"What you said is so disgusting. What's wrong, Ada? Why do you ask me this suddenly?" Fuge was watching "The Mermaid in the Sewer". As soon as Ada started talking, he turned off the TV screen directly. The appearance of the mermaid made him feel disgusted. His own stand-in had a bad association.

"What kind of virus is this? Does it actually exist? What is it called? How did you come up with the idea of ​​using a virus?"

After Ada asked the question, Fuge hung up the phone.

Nalanjia took the phone from Ada and found a text message from Fuge.

——Did you give her expired milk powder?

--fart.

Nalanjia replied with a curse word, and silently retracted his decision to treat Fuge kindly in the future.

Neither Mista nor Apaki accepted Langa's call. The former one was probably asleep at home, and the latter one might simply be unhappy to answer the phone. In short, Bucciarati became the final savior.

"Bucciarati, your zipper can't be photographed in the camera, can it?"

"Zipper?" Bucciarati sat at the bar of the bar and glanced at Apaki beside him. "If you are talking about the stand-in's zipper, then it is indeed it."

"Then why is it a zipper? Are the buttons bad?" The atmosphere in the bar was quiet, with only the sound of ice cubes clashing when the bartender was mixing drinks. Ada's untimely question therefore seemed particularly abrupt, even though her voice was only in the receiver.

Bucciarati took the phone away from his ear and stared at the call screen for a few seconds.

"Bucciarati?" Ada urged him to answer.

"Are you coming to argue with me because I imposed a ban?" Bucciarati still couldn't hold it back, "Then let me tell you, the reason why the 'Steel Chain Fingers' use zippers instead of buttons is because of the spacing of the buttons. It leaks; besides, it's not cool to be called 'button finger'." Apache turned to stare at him, disbelief written all over his face.

Ada put Naranja's cell phone on speakerphone. She sat on the kitchen tiles, twirling her fork.

Nalanja sat diagonally across from her.

"It's not an argument." Ada defended, "I can't turn that fork into anything else, so I want to ask how you control the avatar for reference - Pink Moon doesn't know how to teach me. , is this really based on feeling?" Even though her question sounded like she wanted to be beaten.

"I don't understand the idea of ​​'Pink Moon,' but you really should delve into it yourself." Bucciarati gave her a little reminder, "Ada, you know that you have albinism. ,right?"

"It's clear." The little girl raised her hand and touched her snow-white hair.

"So, have you ever used a parasol since you came to Italy?" Bucciarati asked again.

Ada immediately replied: "Never used... Oops!" Bucciarati's prompting made her immediately realize that something was wrong.

"Do you need me to say any more? Or can you draw your own conclusions?"

"Thank you, Bucciarati, good night!" Ada happily hung up the phone.

"Understood?" Nalanjia was thirsty, so he had to taste Ada's milk powder. He quite liked it.

"Probably." Ada stared at her palms, thinking hard.

"It won't work if you just think about it. Let's go to sleep first. I'm really sleepy." Nalanja stopped checking, drank the milk powder in a few gulps, and went back to his place to sleep.

Ada was still sitting on her kitchen floor.

"Pink Moon." She called her substitute softly.

The stand-in poked his head in from outside. "I am here."

It approached the main body, held her outstretched hands, picked her up familiarly, and slowly walked towards the bed.

"If it weren't for Bucciarati, I wouldn't have noticed this." Ada wrapped her arms around the substitute's slender neck. She remembered that she was once too fragile to appear in the sun, and even the starlight would sting her eyes. But now she is no longer afraid of light and can run freely in the sun and look at the sparkling sea.

When did it start?

Oh, it’s a cliché, the answer lies in that sealed memory.

"Let me restore my memory." Ada proposed again.

"Ada, why do you need to get to the bottom of it? This is fine now."

"Stop protecting me like this, I don't like this." Ada's soft voice was pleading, "Now I am like your doll, and you are the program set by me before."

"Adelaide's decision will always be correct." The substitute kissed the child's hair, "If you want to take away Adelaide's happiness from me like you did a few days ago, then come on. But you will regret it, my child." Its young voice sounded both male and female.

"So, am I Ada? Or Adelaide? Can you tell me?"

Ada's question was like a soft thorn trying hopelessly to penetrate the tough wall.

The cat god substitute held her own body, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt. It walked on two legs like a human being, walked leisurely to the door, and turned off the light.

"Ada, let me say it again, you will regret it."

In the darkness, the green-gold feline eyes exuded a sharp light.

"If you only recognize Adelaide, then disappear with her." Ada lifted the quilt and sat up straight. "If you still want to stay with me, then I can't let you dominate me for the rest of my life. Sooner or later you will Give me everything back.”

Another battle between the main body and the substitute has begun.

One wants to forcibly remove the ability exerted on the brain, and the other resolutely prevents it.

The spoils are memories of a tragic past and a ghost who dares not face his fate.

The main body may fail again, but one day...

"One day, I will get back the truth that you and Adelaide took from me."

Ada's last words before she fell into sleep.

Nalanja leaned against the hole in the wall, monitoring the movement in the other room. After a while, he relaxed and edited a text message for Bucciarati.

——Ada and "Pink Moon" had another fight, but no one was hurt and Ada fell asleep.

——Thank you for your hard work, Nalanja, go to bed early and see you tomorrow.

Hirose Koichi learned of the existence of the "arrow" in Bolbo's hand in the evening, but due to Giorno's obstruction, he failed to notify Jotaro Kujo in the United States. He didn't come to Naples for the "arrow". Even so, he couldn't just let such dangerous items be in the hands of gangsters.

Believing in Giorno's "golden spirit" is one thing, eliminating risks is another. Driven by morality and a sense of justice, Hirose Koichi, who returned to the hotel, did not return to his room, but knocked on the door to another door on another floor.

"Mr. Hirose?" The person who opened the door obviously did not expect his arrival, "I have been waiting for you at the airport for a long time. Next time you must wait for me to get off the plane together. I was almost dying of anxiety. Fortunately, Mr. Jotaro called me. Phone." The man's skin was a very even dark brown, like milk chocolate.

Hirose Yasuichi smiled apologetically. "I wanted to call a taxi for us in advance, but something went wrong. Fortunately, I have completed the task assigned by Mr. Jotaro." He handed the other party a sealed test tube.

"blond?"

"Yes, I suddenly turned blond recently, probably because I awakened my substitute. I have already reported the general situation to Mr. Jotaro on the phone. I just need you to help me bring these hair to him."

"Received, I will send someone to deliver it urgently."

"Also, there is 'that' here. The situation is not very good. Is it convenient for me to come in?"

The man's expression became serious. He stuck his head out and looked around. His shoulder-length dreadlocks were tied back, revealing his round forehead, and there was a strange scar on his right temple, shaped like a star.

He made sure there was no one in the corridor, lowered his voice and said, "First of all, let's talk to Mr. Jotaro."

"Of course, but before that, I need to talk to you in detail. If I just wait for Mr. Jotaro, it might be too late."

"I understand." The man stepped aside and said, "Please come in."

"Thank you for your understanding, Adney." Hirose Koichi entered the room.