My Ninjutsu in Naruto will be automatically practiced

In the process of constant struggle with her substitute, Ada did discover a certain pattern - the spiritual power of the original body is often stronger than that of the substitute. Although I don't know if all substitutes are like this, but in Ada, this tendency is very obvious.

Indeed, in terms of the application of abilities, "Pink Moon" is significantly higher than Ada, so she always overpowers her. But at that time, the substitute retained more memories about the use of abilities than the original body, and took advantage of the weakness of the original body's temporary mental insufficiency. This does not mean that the double has the upper hand. In fact, Ada, who can slowly regain lost ground in battle after battle, regain control, understand the application of abilities and practice them, is actually stronger than "Pink Moon".

In Ada's view, taking complete control of the relationship between herself and her substitute is something that must be achieved sooner or later, and she is full of confidence in this.

"Pink Moon" obviously doesn't think so. It regards itself as the "ghost of Adelaide" and stubbornly sticks to its past agreements. Even as it lost territory one after another, it still held on. This insistence is meaningless to everyone except itself, and perhaps even the sealed "Adelaide" himself would not agree.

Let’s not press the button for now.

Ada showed off her new skills carelessly on the street, and was studied again after returning to the restaurant.

It was Apache who took out his Swiss Army Knife, touched the invisible layer of media in front of Ada, confirmed the position, and poked carefully.

"It doesn't hurt anywhere, I'm fine." Ada picked up the knife Mista used to cut the cake from the table, and with a pop, she pierced her masterpiece. The white cream was stuck in the tiny slit made by the knife, but she felt no pain or itch.

"It really doesn't hurt anywhere?" Nalan Jia was shocked by the force of her knife and asked her quickly.

Fugo also said: "This is not the time to try to be cool. Things like substitutes can be fatal."

It took Ada a long time and exhausted efforts to explain to the team members that this air wall-like thing was really not any part of her body, nor any part of the "Pink Moon" - she almost had to take off her clothes. Knowing his intention, Bucciarati quickly held him down.

"There is no need to do this. Everyone just cares about you, not distrust. In short, it's fine as long as the body organs are not used. Let's continue to develop in this direction in the future." He took the page away and asked, "Today How was your open day?"

"You can no longer use sunscreen in the future!" Ada pressed the page tightly, refusing to let anyone turn. "It is like a layer of sunscreen that can reflect ultraviolet rays, and I can also make it bulletproof." It’s as hard as glass, so you won’t be hurt if you’re hit by a car while crossing the road.” He raised his chin as if to show off, and banged his handiwork with his fists.

"Bulletproof glass?" Apache tapped the wall of air with the tip of a Swiss knife, and found that the medium that could easily be pierced by a table knife now only made a crisp sound similar to glass being struck by a metal object. The only mark was a small white dot after the tip of the knife left.

Ada puffed out her small breasts and waited for praise.

"Okay, okay, I know you're great. Come sit down and have some snacks. If you don't eat, you'll have to wait until after dinner." Mista finished her work and just came back and sat down not long ago. He had been thinking about afternoon tea since he entered the door, and now he couldn't help it anymore.

Although it was not as exciting as expected, it was still better than the night before, and it was satisfying.

Ada sat down happily and waited for the waiter to bring black tea and desserts.

Today's tea is citrus cake - ripe citrus, cream, orange and lemon peel pickled in sugar, and soft and dense bread soaked in liqueur - it looks very sweet, but it is Ada's favorite in every sense of the word. It was an inedible snack, and in front of her was a small piece of non-alcoholic tiramisu - a dessert she didn't like to eat because it was covered with a layer of bitter cocoa powder. Not wanting to waste food, Ada finished the cake. To be honest, the dining experience was not very pleasant. She stared enviously at the others feasting on the meal, her eyes like a puppy silently accusing the owner of not sharing the delicious food.

Apache was sitting diagonally across from Ada, and finally he couldn't stand the look in her eyes.

He asked the waiter if there were any other desserts, and was told that only these two were prepared today - the restaurant's cakes were only given to guests after the meal to change their taste. After all, it was not a specialized dessert shop and could not make too many varieties.

Ada's eyes became more and more sad, and Apaki had no choice but to start chasing people away.

"You can go and have fun wherever you like." He took out a handful of change and put it in her hand. "Pocket money - go buy something else to eat on the street." Staying here is too annoying, and my appetite Nothing.

"You can't eat too much." Bucciarati added, "You can't eat anything that tastes too exciting."

"I want to go too." Nalanja swallowed the cake, stood up quickly, and pulled Ada along with her. "How about going to eat puffs? I passed by a small shop a few days ago. It was newly opened. The puffs looked like Not bad." Maybe he has been eyeing this new store for a long time but has never found the opportunity. Nalanjia tried his best to describe how attractive the appearance and smell of the snacks were, and tried to persuade Ada to use the pocket money given by Apaki on the "blade" . Ada also listened to his words and agreed immediately.

"I'm taking you to buy this. It's what you want to eat. Do you remember?"

"Yeah!" Ada didn't realize that she was just acting as a shield.

The two were willing to fight and endure each other, hit it off immediately, and then ran away without a trace.

"Brothers and sisters are not so close, right? If I had a sister, and she was a brat like Ada, I would definitely not want to take her around the streets." Mista felt that citrus cake with black tea is not very comfortable, and it makes people uncomfortable. Replaced it with white sparkling wine.

Fugo was amused by him. "You, a single father of six, have no right to say this."

"I just want to feed you and mediate the complicated relationships within the team. Don't make me sound so bitter."

"When it comes to being a single father, Fugo," Apache made a rare joke, "You are the one, you can take care of two."

"Don't you have to take care of your friends...Ah! These two bastards!"

Two figures passed by outside the window. Fugo's sharp eyes recognized them immediately. It's Ada and Naranga. They first made a dash for the ice cream cart across the street before going to buy some eclairs. Fugo immediately jumped up, strode to the window, opened it and shouted outside: "You two! What did I say about ice cream before?! Ada! You already ate one this morning!" Soaking in coffee One that turns into sweet cream.

Ada's fragile stomach, in Fugo's eyes, would never touch unmelted ice cream, and ice cream had indeed been on her forbidden list for a long time (however, when he didn't know it, Ada ate an unknown number of them). Seeing that she was about to violate her taboo, Fugo felt that his daily hard-spoken teachings had lost their meaning when Ada's hands took over the sinful ice cream, the moment her fingertips touched the cone, and even rushed into her. into the sewer. As an outstanding senior who is two years older, his authority was also provoked by Ada's nonchalant provocation at this moment - no matter what others said, he thought he was somewhat authoritative.

He looked around, but there was nothing suitable to throw out the window, and rushing back to the dining table to get a weapon could not satisfy the anger of the enemy. Fuge took off one of his strawberry ear clips and threw it towards Ada.

Fuge's ear clips are made of metal and are slightly heavy. When thrown out with force, they can fly very fast and quite a distance. At least the ice cream could sink into Ada's hand, so that the splashed cream stained her face and clothes. And Ada's tongue didn't even have time to touch the ice cream.

"Run!" Nalanjia dragged her away quickly.

Fuge took a long time to breathe heavily before he recovered. After he regained his senses, he looked slightly embarrassed and turned very slowly to look at his other companions.

At a young age, he transformed himself into a hard-working old father, and Fuge's identity was thus firmly established.

"Take care of your partners...heh." Apaki fully expressed his ridicule with a laugh. Mista was lying on the table, making no sound, but his shoulders kept shaking.

"Both of them are like children, and of course they get along with each other in the same way as children..." Fuge tried to make up for it, "I'm not saying that we treat them as children, but of course they should be appropriately childish when communicating... No. , Only by being simpler can we improve efficiency." It seems that the description is getting darker and darker. Seeing that the clarification was fruitless, Fugo gave up the explanation completely and turned to another topic.

"Mr. Principal mentioned something very important today."

In the morning, the principal looked at Ada and Naranja from the back window of the classroom. The two heads came together to read the textbook.

"The two children are very close," he said.

Fuge also looked at it and echoed: "The two of them are neighbors and play together for a long time."

"Isn't Ada with Mrs. Mennini and the others?" The principal was stunned for a moment. He knew the address registered on Ada's enrollment document, and he also had a general idea of ​​Naranja's situation. This boy didn't look like he would be alone. Live in a family-friendly house across from the restaurant.

"No," Fugo said truthfully, "She had some difficulties getting along with the Menini family, so they took her back and now live in the apartment next to Naranja."

The principal kept nodding to show he understood the situation and was quick to ask questions. "Ada looks young now, but children of her age have entered puberty. If nutrition catches up later, Ada will soon start to grow. By then, who will educate her in this area? ?”

"It would be a good idea to leave the education matter to Mrs. Mennini." Fugo faithfully relayed the principal's concerns to his friends and asked seriously, "But how should Ada's heterosexual relationship be handled during this period... ...No, first of all, do Nalanja and her room still need to install that damn little door? I suggest sealing it." This was his imminent and real distress.

Before Fugo spoke, no one here was aware of this problem at all.

Mista thought of Ada's actual age relatively early, but at that time she was just teasing her. The little thing's stunted appearance did not make people think that she might actually mature quickly.

"Seal it." Bucciarati directly confirmed Fugo's suggestion, "It is indeed very inappropriate."

Mista had no interest in this conversation. "Let me tell you, you don't need to act like three aunts and six wives talking about your niece's love. First of all, Ada is still underage, and Nalanja is not thinking about this. They are just two brats mentally. It's impossible. Bar."

"It's just because they are all little devils that we are in trouble." Fuge held his forehead with both hands, "Nip it in the bud, nip it in the bud!"

"To put it bluntly, this is none of your business, Fugo." Mista hit the nail on the head, "Even if you are really their father, there is no reason not to let children fall in love, right? Besides, you Do you understand what it means to be self-defeating? Bucciarati, you should also position yourself correctly. Whatever Fu Ge says makes sense to you."

Fugo, who remained skeptical, looked disapproving. Bucciarati showed a thoughtful expression, and then quickly changed his position.

"Let nature take its course. Mista is right this time. We have no reason to interfere forcefully." The final word was given.

Apache's ridicule did not end with the end of the conversation. "As expected of a group of fathers, they are worried about their two children."

"That's enough, Apache..." I don't know who sighed, but it must be the common sentiment of everyone else.

Let’s talk about Ada and Nalanja.

Although Ada repeatedly insisted that the contaminated parts should be dug out and the rest could be eaten, Nalanja still forced her to pick out Fugo's ear clips and throw away the ice cream.

After cleaning their hands and faces in the roadside restroom, Ada and Nalanja went straight to the puff shop.

The location of the store is very close to the restaurant, less than ten minutes' walk. The store is very clean. The puffs are made in the French style, in the shape of fingers, covered with syrups and decorations of various colors and shapes. They look good and the prices are affordable. The clerk was an unfamiliar young girl, and she didn't speak with an accent that sounded like a local.

"I haven't seen you around here." Ada asked her directly, "Where are you from?"

"I'm from the north," the clerk replied cheerfully, "but I couldn't make any money there, so I moved here to work. I just settled here not long ago."

"I want the crispy one in the middle." Nalanja has already chosen the kind she wants to eat, "Give her the white one inside." Even Ada's portion has been ordered.

The clerk quickly packed the snacks separately and handed them to the two of them. He took the change from Ada, counted them and put them away at the counter.

Ada couldn't wait to take a bite when she got the puff. It had the sweet smell she liked, and the dough was wrapped in delicate cream.

"Do you like it?" Nalanjia asked her. Ada replied with "Uh huh". She had no time to speak, but while eating, she freed one hand, took out the money from her pocket and put it on the counter, probably to ask the clerk to give it to her again.

Nalanja felt so tired. "No, it's not like you haven't eaten before. Slow down a little. I won't steal it from you."

The clerk smiled and counted the money, and gave Ada two coins according to the amount, along with the change.

"You guys are so interesting." She teased the two of them, "They are obviously brother and sister, but their colors are exactly the opposite."

"Ah?" Nalanja was stunned, "Brother and sister? Do they look alike?" He turned to look at Ada's face, then turned back to tell the clerk: "They don't look alike at all."

The clerk then quickly showed a look of understanding, put on a wicked smile, and made a quick gesture.

Ada is a foreigner so she can't understand it yet, but Naranca, a native Italian, understands it completely. He just felt that the minds of these adults were really dirty. He immediately responded with an extremely rude gesture and choked angrily: "Isn't the option of 'good friends' not in your mind?"

The clerk stared at Nalanjia's hand and froze in shock. She probably didn't expect that she would be scolded for making a joke casually.

"I think the brother and sister are pretty good." Ada tried to save the situation, but Nalanja's gesture had already pushed the situation to an irreversible point - the clerk cried. Ada quickly took out all the coins in her pocket and gave them to the clerk as an apology. Nalanja felt it was completely unnecessary, so he snatched back half of the coins, dragged Ada with him and left. Ada could hear the clerk crying louder and louder behind her.

"Why is she crying?" And Ada didn't understand why at all.

People who understand are embarrassed to explain. "Don't worry."

The little walk of hanging out and eating puffs ended in such a boring way.

Naranja angrily took Ada back to the restaurant, and as soon as he entered the door, he started calling his partner angrily.

"You all come to judge!" He rushed into the side hall, raised both hands, made the same gestures that the clerk had made before, and quickly recounted what had just happened. "I'm too embarrassed to tell Ada! It's so obscene!" He jumped to his feet. "Do these adults have nothing else in mind but that?! She still has the nerve to cry!"

His companions fell into an eerie silence.

Ada looked back and forth, not knowing whether it was intentional or not. She even repeated Nalanja's words to ask: "Sorry to tell me what? What's obscene? What's going on in your mind?" It was difficult for people to see her. Do you really not understand or are you just pretending to be confused?

"You don't need to know!" came the unanimous voice from everyone.

Bucciarati closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You're right, Nalanja, this idea is indeed too dirty." He said without changing his face, "How can you insult pure friendship like this?" He even looked more awe-inspiring than usual.

Fuge felt like he had been stabbed in the heart by Nalanja, but he couldn't say a word and could only turn around and scold Mista. "What's so funny? Isn't what Nalanjia said very serious?" Mista tried his best to suppress the tears that were almost uncontrollable from laughter. In the end, he couldn't help but hooked Apaki, who was covering his mouth, and placed his forehead on his forehead. Leaning on the other person's shoulder, hiding his expression.

"There is no homework today, but tomorrow, Nalanja, you wait for me tomorrow."

Fuge's words were beyond Nalanja's understanding. "What's wrong with me? What am I waiting for?"

Now, except for Bucciarati, no one has realized that tomorrow, the team will welcome a new teammate who has an exhaust pipe installed on his brain to allow his thoughts to fly - Giorno Joe, who still owes Ada a beating. Barna.

That night, when Bucciarati returned to his residence, he held the business card he received during the day in one hand and dialed the phone with the other.

"Hello, this is Adeni."

The gentle and calm voice on the other end of the phone made Bugalati feel relieved.

"My name is Bruno Bucciarati, and I am currently taking care of Ada with my friends. I heard that you went to Mrs. Mennini's house today. If it is convenient, can I meet you tomorrow?"

The next day is Saturday.

Duran got up early, packed up his disguise meticulously, and stood at the door of the restaurant pointed out to him by Mrs. Mennini at nine o'clock in the morning.

He didn't dare to go in, so he took deep breaths repeatedly to embolden himself. He didn't know what he was nervous about. He had not seen his acquaintance for three years. He should have been so excited that he couldn't control himself and rushed in to see each other. Why is it that now, it actually takes a long time to squeeze out the courage to take a look from the window?

Maybe you don’t know what to ask?

Why don't you come to me? Why run away from the center of Saint-Michel? Why boarded a stowaway boat in Tunisia? Why has your appearance changed so much? Why did you never tell me who you really are and what you look like? Why did you even lie to me about your gender? What's your name anyway? Is it true that you and I were never friends?

From the moment he stood at the door of this small restaurant, these heavy questions appeared one by one, weighing on him and stumbling his steps.

Maybe it would be better to just back off? Don't disturb a friend who has finally settled down, especially when his heart is in ruins. But the ruins in Dulan's heart need to be saved by old friends, otherwise he may regret it for the rest of his life.

So Dulan plucked up the courage, stepped on the steps in front of the restaurant, and opened the door.

"Welcome." The waiter greeted him with a smile.

Duran took a half step back and looked around again. "Is Ada Mullesh here?" The tongue seemed not to obey the command.

The waiter suddenly stopped smiling and looked up and down suspiciously.

"Are you looking for Ida Mullesh?" He confirmed with Duran and received a positive reply. The waiter asked him to wait where he was and immediately turned around and entered the side hall not far from the door.

Maybe it's time to run away. Dulan thought so in his heart, but his eyes were glued to the direction where the waiter's back disappeared, and his feet were like two magnets being attracted, and he couldn't help but move towards the side hall. Getting closer and closer, the waiter's back appeared again; getting closer and closer, Duran saw a round table with people around it. A man with black hair and white clothes suddenly turned his head and looked at him. The moment his eyes came into contact, the man stood up and walked towards him.

"Mr. Adeni, is that right?" The man stretched out his hand, "I am Bruno Bucciarati who spoke to you last night."

Duran shook hands with him, but couldn't focus on him at all. There is only one person he can see now.

She is not black, she is all white, she is wearing clean clothes, she is sitting on her seat obediently, her clear blue eyes are looking at him curiously, her whole person is not familiar to Dulan, even The look in his eyes is completely different.

"Adelaide?" he called her tentatively.

She told him bluntly: "I'm sorry, I may have known you before, but I forgot." Only her accent when speaking English remained, and it was just a shadow. Dulan lowered his eyes and accepted the reality with a wry smile - the partner who once lived and died with him is no longer here.

"You came."

A young man's voice. Dulan suddenly raised his head and looked at the black cat god stand-in.

"'Souvenir'? How did you become like this?" He was shocked, "You actually remember me!"

"You will not see Adelaide, she will not come back, and I will not let her come back." Cat God said, "This is an instruction from her. Please treat her as dead, Dulan, now in front of you Not Adelaide, but her ultimate dream, her name is Ada, Ada Mulesh."