My Ninjutsu in Naruto will be automatically practiced

March 2001, 3, was a Saturday. As a well-known holiday destination at home and abroad, Capri was like a working day, crowded and busy. Of course Bucciarati knew about this, so he put Ada in the restaurant and ordered something special for her. As a result, after he left with his friends, the chef immediately started serving the dishes smoothly. It was obvious from the huge flow of customers that practice makes perfect.

Ada finished eating in about twenty minutes, and then she had to sit there blankly. She noticed that tourists were constantly looking at the door. Looking at the table that had been cleared with only one glass left, Ada felt that she could not bear with the hungry people living outside, but she promised Bucciarati not to leave the restaurant, so she had to stay in her seat.

The waiter also wanted Ada to leave so she could quickly turn over the table. He didn't know why Ada had to stand still, and he couldn't tell her to make room for him, so he had to ask her again and again if she wanted more water, ice, or dessert. The little girl is thin-skinned, and after a few rejections, she understands that the waiter is politely trying to shoo away customers.

Maybe it’s okay to go shopping? She wasn't running around, she just couldn't get in the way of other people's business.

Ada wandered up and down the small coastal street where the restaurant was located, swinging from one end to the other, then back again, and finally leaned on the stone wall opposite the restaurant to watch the sea.

"Mulesh?"

The little girl looked back and saw a tall man in black, with frowning eyebrows and a very gloomy expression.

Ada didn't recognize him, she pursed her lips and didn't answer, she just looked at him.

"Bucciarati is meeting with my boss and I need you to be there," the man said bluntly.

Ada still said nothing. The man seemed to understand that Ada didn't believe him at all. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, pulled out a text message and threw it to Ada, "Look, is it his number." The number was indeed Bucciarati's, and the text message The editor was also in his style. The recipient's name was Matteo, and the content stated that he had already landed and was on his way to the meeting point. Ada looked at the man doubtfully.

"I promised Bucciarati to wait here," she said.

"I think so, but it's a special matter - Bucciarati took over an important task. Time is tight and he is in a hurry to set off." Although he did not lie, the man still tried every means to make his words and facts completely different. "Things That’s what I said, but I can’t leave you here like a brat. I happened to be out on an errand and took you there along the way.”

"I want to call Bucciarati." Ada refused to let go, "You can also call Apache or someone else." To be on the safe side, she used Mateo's mobile phone to dial Fugo - directly It might not be wise to disturb Bucciarati.

If this was the reason for the tearful Luka, then he would definitely feel sorry for himself when he saw what Mateo did next. After all, he always had to worry about Bucciarati's attitude, and the weapons he carried with him were holding him back. And this man with sophisticated weapons, from the bottom of his heart, did not take the new cadre who took office seriously at all - he pulled out a hand/gun from the holster on his waist, took two steps forward, and used the hem of his suit to cover it. , pointing the gun low at Ada while people were coming and going.

"I don't want to do this. It's not my intention to intimidate children," he said. "You know I have to take you there."

Ada froze and didn't even have time to stop "Pink Moon", letting it rush out of her body. Fortunately, at the last moment before the double attacked, Ada forcibly took it back.

Mateo had no idea that the "Pink Moon" had attacked him just moments before. He opened his hand to the little girl, motioned for Ada to hand the phone back to her, and urged in a low voice: "Let's go, hurry up." The little girl did so, and he quickly put away the gun and put the phone back into his trouser pocket. He tilted his head and let the little girl walk in front of him.

"Let me throw him into the sea! He actually pointed a gun at you!" the anxious stand-in shouted, and only Ada could hear it. She pressed hard against the substitute, preventing it from moving. Her head began to hurt from the inside out, and "Pink Moon"'s resistance became more and more fierce.

"He and Bucciarati are both members of 'Passionate'. I can't resist this person casually, otherwise Bucciarati will be in trouble." Ada couldn't care if Matteo heard it, she said in a breathy voice, "Just bear with it, just for Bucciarati and the others."

The two entered the scenic spot, avoiding the flow of people and heading to a remote place. When they arrived in a small forest, several men in black were waiting.

"You're just this little one?" One of the men looked over at Ada, "I thought that if I were stronger, I would be at least a little taller than this... Matteo, did you recognize the wrong person?"

"The photos brought back by the spies cannot be wrong." Mateo took something out of his pants pocket, squatted down and grabbed Ada's ankle to look at it. "It's too thin." He looped a metal chain around her ankle twice and found that it couldn't be buckled. He tried it on her wrist again, but it didn't work either. Mateo frowned even more, stood up, took a few steps back, looked at the little girl up and down, and quickly hooked his index finger to let her pass - Ada had seen this gesture before, Nalanja and When she feeds stray cats and dogs together, she likes to use this gesture to invite the little animals to come closer to her for food. She lowered her head and walked to a position two or three steps away from Mateo.

"Don't move, I'll just see how thick it is." Mateo said, stepping forward and opening Ada's collar, "It's almost the same." He fastened the chain around the little girl's neck. Ada was wearing a half-turtle collar sweatshirt today. The zipper on the collar was lifted up slightly to block the thing.

"The boss and Mr. Bailey Crowe don't want to do this, but the eldest lady's whereabouts were exposed too suddenly. The boss has recently been involved in something, and it will take at least a day to deal with it. Before the boss can free up his hands, there is no other way." Ma Ma Theo calmly narrated, "Don't worry, there's nothing harmful inside. There's just a transmitter in the button."

The metal chain was about a long anklet. Ada happened to be the size of a child, so it could barely fit around her neck. The buckle was large and heavy, and it felt cold against the skin, making it uncomfortable. She tried to undo the buckle, but it seemed to be superglued.

"The battery of the transmitter can last thirty to thirty-two hours. At that time, the signal will disappear and the electronic lock will automatically unlock. The boss will arrange the eldest lady before then, and you can move freely." Marty After Ou finished speaking, he turned to the man who had just questioned Ada's identity and asked something else. "That Zqueiro, have you asked?"

"He is indeed acting without permission. Rome had no intention of getting involved." The man replied, "They agreed to let us take over Zicqueiro. As for his companions, Rome does not allow us to interfere." Matteo asked people to take Zicquero away Come up - his body and head are still separated at this moment, his mouth is sealed and he can only whine "wuwu". Zqueiro, who only had one head left, could not make any response other than a horrified look in his eyes. His men threw him to the ground while the Sicilian gang leader slowly twisted the silencer.

"Your superiors handed you over to us. You died in the hands of a group of people without substitutes. You are unlucky." Matteo half-raised his chin and looked at the head on the ground coldly, " According to Bucciarati, when his ability fails, you will solve it. I don't worry - since he came all the way here, you must have expected that he will die for money in the end -" "Bang !”

The gunfire exploded without any warning. Ada was shocked. Looking at the situation in front of her, she felt dizzy. She covered her mouth and tried her best to swallow back the scream.

Even with a silencer, the birds resting nearby were still startled. Bird droppings fell into one of Ziquero's wide-open eyes, as if covered with a layer of white clouds, and slowly flowed out like muddy tears, but the owner of the eye no longer responded. Ada turned her face away, but her eyes flew to the head on the ground uncontrollably.

Mateo heard the movement and sneered. "Afraid? I thought you were used to it." The movements of his hands were without delay, "It seems that you are really a bit extraordinary, and people should not be judged by their appearance." With a strange meaning.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Continuous gunshots pierced Ada's ears.

The person who was alive just now is now just a messy container, with the contents inside spilled everywhere.

Ada couldn't help but shiver and didn't care to continue suppressing the substitute. "Pink Moon" stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly. "Don't be afraid, good child," said the voice that only she could hear, "I'm here."

"Let's go, it's time to take you back." Mateo put away his weapons and asked the remaining people to follow him secretly.

Ada tried her best to calm down, wiped away the tears that were about to fall, and asked: "Did you deliberately kill him in front of me so that I would be afraid of you?"

"Ah?" Mateo heard, "I'll pick you up first to save time." He urged Ada to follow quickly. "Are you still reading? Or am I going to bring him to you as a souvenir?" It sounded like a malicious joke.

"Will he stay here?" Ada's voice was so soft that she couldn't move forward.

Faced with such a tragic death, Ada thought of the death of tearful Luka - what was he like when he died? Was he thrown to the ground like this? Ada's heart seemed to be grasped by a strange hand, so tightly that it could hardly beat. No matter how heinous Ziqueiro and Luka were, did they deserve to be executed so hastily? She had no answer. So should she be happy about such a thing? Where did this shame coming from my heart come from?

"Otherwise? Who has the time to deal with him?" Seeing the little girl's delay, Matteo finally became impatient, "Rome has no objections, what are you dissatisfied with?" Ada was speechless. He just turned to Ziqueiro's broken body, made the sign of the cross in the Orthodox way, prayed for him, and then followed Mateo obediently.

"Then I saw you." Ada's fingers were still intertwined with each other, and Ziquero's last appearance seemed to be right in front of her eyes, and she closed her eyes suddenly.

"All you see is the head? No body?" Fugo ate half of his pizza, but he had no appetite now.

Bucciarati said: "The body parts may have been thrown into the sea, or they may have been abandoned somewhere. The head is dead and the body is not important." He turned his attention to Ada. "You never said anything about the chain."

"Trish is here, I don't think she knows, I can't say it in front of her." Ada's fingertips hooked on the chain, and the back of her neck was slightly painful from the strangulation, but Ada did not let go. While on the ship, she originally wanted to tell Bucciarati, but she and Tricio were arranged to stay in the cabin and were not allowed to move, and Tricio was staring at her like a wary little animal, about the chain. Just delayed like that.

Fugo now sat down next to Ada. "Still scared?"

"I can't tell, I feel bad." Because she wanted to talk, Ada temporarily put down the half-eaten pizza, but now she picked it up again and chewed it mechanically. Giorno poured her a glass of water.

Bucciarati also came to Ada and looked at the metal chain. "Wait until tomorrow. If what the people in Sicily say is true, then when the boss's order comes tomorrow, you can go to the winery in front of you." , stay there for a few days, and we will pick you up after we complete the mission." It was a very ordinary chain at first glance, and it seemed to be easy to untie, but the captain still did not dare to act rashly, and he told Ada to return after dinner. Go to the room, and then start arranging the team members' night guard work.

As soon as Ada stepped onto the ground on the second floor, she was kidnapped by Nalanjia.

"It's too much to tie an anklet around your neck." He angrily apologized for Ada, "When this mission is over, I will help you beat that guy up."

Ada advised him: "No, he just wants us to protect Trisio, and he doesn't want to do anything bad."

The two of them sat down on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, at the door of Trexiu's room. Mista was called down for dinner by Fugo, so Naranja sent "Aero Smith" to explore around the house and took the opportunity to chat with Ada.

"I'm not happy anyway," he said. "They just can't trust Bucciarati to do this kind of thing. This alone makes people angry."

"They just met Bucciarati." Ada hugged her calf and said seriously, "I guarantee that tomorrow Bucciarati will be the most trusted person in the world again."

Nalanja didn't buy it. "Don't lie to me. I'm not a three-year-old child. I heard everything just now."

Only then did Ada notice the wound next to Nalanja's chin. "What happened?" She wanted to touch it, but she was worried about bacterial infection. She raised her finger and then put it back, just to observe it closely.

"The woman inside had a little... just a scratch on her skin when we were in Capri, so she's fine." Nalanja pursed her lips, "Work matters have nothing to do with you, so don't ask any more questions. "

"Learn from Bucciarati." Ada made a face. The two looked at each other and chuckled together.

In the bedroom, hearing the laughter seeping through the crack of the door, Trixie stood up from the small sofa by the window, slowly approached the door, and listened to the conversation on the other side.

"The pizza you gave me didn't taste good. The vegetables were like rubber. I'd rather have some meat." Naranja complained.

"The ham and mushroom one is delicious. The ham is so fragrant. I think Trixie will like it." Ada suddenly stood up, "I have to go see how Trixie is eating."

Trish was hit on the nose by the door. She couldn't help but snorted and covered the sore spot with tears in her eyes.

"Oops, I hurt you, I'm sorry." Ada took her hand off, "It doesn't seem to be bleeding." The room was dark, and Ada could only take a general look, and touched the bridge of the girl's nose. "Does it hurt?"

Nalanjia didn't stand up, but just poked his head in to see what was going on. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Well, it should be fine - I'll send the empty plate down first, Trixie." Leading Trixie to sit down on the bed, Ada took advantage of the light outside the window to take the empty plate and the substitute napkin on the side. He got up, left the room again, and after closing the door, Nalanjia stood up.

"Take mine too." He thrust another plate into Ada's hand.

Ada stuck out her tongue at him, jumped up and down to the kitchen on the first floor, and met Apache on Mista's seat on the roof. Mista himself was using a flashlight in the kitchen, helping Qiaolu wash the dishes. Nuo was illuminating, and Fuge was wiping the dishes beside him.

"Giorno, really, this needs to be washed again, the foam must not be rinsed clean." Even if she couldn't see clearly in the dark, Ada could imagine that Fugo must be unhappy at this moment. "Please touch it more. I will know as soon as I touch it, the plates will make no sound." This is probably a kind of synaesthesia unique to mysophobia patients. Giorno might have a confused look on his face, but he said sorry and took the things back.

The new kid in the team is really pitiful. He does all the work, but he still has to be disliked by others. Ada walked over and patted Giorno on the back. "Fuge has a bad temper. He even threw his ear clips into my ice cream." He said while "pouring dirty water" on Fuge, "Actually, he is quite easy to talk to, but you have to get used to it... Oh, Fuge , I forgot to return your ear clip to you." The washed strawberry ear clip was forgotten for a long time in her pants pocket.

"I'm not free now, so I'll put it where you are first." Fugo felt the plate in his hand carefully, "Giorno, this one hasn't been washed yet."

"Mind your own business." Mista freed up a hand, took the tableware sent by Ada, and pouted behind her, "Bucciarati asked you to go over." The little girl Turning around, Bucciarati waved her over.

"You don't need to deliberately hide your substitute in the future." He said, "When you encounter danger, put your own safety first, and I will take care of the rest." His hand stopped above Ada's head, He took it back again. "I'll ask Fuge to write down the homework for the past few days for you. Just stay here and don't run around like usual."

"Oh."

"You have to pay attention to your diet. I don't want to be told that you are in the hospital again when I pick you up."

"Know it."

"I'm sorry for beating you during the day, but if someone files a complaint against you after I come back, I will beat you again."

"Then you can't beat me for the compass. The dock administrator will definitely complain, but I didn't give it back to him." Ada said quickly.

"You two are not, really, too tired. We can come back tomorrow night if we can't agree." Mista interjected from behind.

"Okay, Mista, you are the only one who talks more." Fugo stopped Mista and called Ada over to give instructions about homework and food. "Do you have anything to add, Buga?" Lati?" Seeing the other party shaking his head, he let the little girl move freely. "Go to rest early and help keep an eye on that girl."

There was nothing to do in Naranga. There was no change in the patrol of "Aviation Smith", and he couldn't persuade Apache to spend time with him, so he had to wait for Ada to come back to relieve his boredom. There were no movies or games. The two of them played rock-paper-scissors for two minutes, finger-guessing for one minute, and clapping for thirty seconds in the dark. They quickly got tired of it. Apaki activated his taunting skills, saying that they were both so childish that they had grown up in vain for ten years without even a single constructive opinion. The last two men watched in boredom as Ada and Pink Moon used her newfound abilities to stack air blocks.

"This is the invisible staircase." Ada jumped up and down in mid-air, as if walking on flat ground. "Next to it is the air castle."

"Don't play with this. I feel that the air in the room has become a lot thinner, and I can't breathe." Nalanja tried to kick the air in front of him, but he actually kicked a hard object, and "Bang" came out. A sound.

"That's your air space suit. I made one for you and Apache." It's said to be a space suit, but it's actually just a cover.

"There are marks all over my leather shoes!" Nalanja saw the white marks on the toes of the shoes through the moonlight, and felt extremely distressed. "They are so hard that they steal air from others. You have created an iron maiden, right?" ." Ada jumped off the air block before he could force him to demand compensation, disable her ability and get into the bedroom, a standard hit-and-run behavior.

As soon as the air that had been compressed into a transparent solid returned to its original state, it hit Nalanja's face like the wind.

"This nasty brat." The boy was breathing heavily with his face flushed due to anger and lack of oxygen.

Fuge came up at this time. "Naranga, I'll take the shift. You go down to Mista. He will tell you the future arrangements." After sending Naranja away, he opened a crack in the window and kept tapping on the window sill with his fingertips for a long time.

"Send a telegram? Stop it. The more you listen, the more upset you are." Apaki leaned against the wall.

"Sorry, I just feel something is wrong." Fugo stopped and rubbed his temples, "What do you think?"

"Whatever, just do what you're told, there's so much to think about." Apaki said, "Or are you worried about Ada? She will be fine, Bucciarati is already a cadre."

"hope so."

The corridor on the second floor became quiet again.

When Ada entered the bedroom, she found Trixie huddled on her side on the bed, without a quilt, and her back to the window.

"Trish?" She called softly, but received no response. Ada put her ear against the door and stopped talking after a few simple conversations outside. She tiptoed to check Trixie's appearance - the girl had her eyes closed and her breathing was slow and even.

The smell in the room that had been vacant and unventilated was not very good. Ada did not dare to open the window and jumped to the window on tiptoes to think of a solution. She touched the bottom pane and used mimicry to turn a small piece of glass into her favorite glass candy wrapper. She smoothly peeled it off along the grooves of the pane, and the smell of nearby plants brought in fresh oxygen. Flooding in from the outside, Ada felt that the turbid air in her chest was cleared out at once.

"Ugh..." Trixie turned over in a daze, "Ada?"

Ada looked back at her. "Are you cold?"

"not cold……"

"You'd better cover yourself with a quilt, it might get cold at night."

Trixie obediently got into the quilt, buried his head in the pillow, and became silent again. She was not completely asleep, but she quickly grew sleepy in the darkness and lay half asleep.

An unfamiliar voice. "Ada." A light voice, somewhere between a boy and a girl.

"Shh..." Ada's voice said, "She's asleep."

You should wake up now. Trish thought this, but couldn't open his eyes.

"Good boy, come here, let me hug you, don't be afraid." The voice murmured, "My little Ada, my poor little Ada...it's all over, don't be afraid."

Listening to that voice, Trish fell into a translucent dream again. Donatilla, her mother, lies weakly on the hospital bed, caressing her daughter's cheek. "Good boy, Trixie, don't be afraid, your father will come back..." In the invisible place in the dream, she heard the child's sobs again - maybe they were sobs, there was no crying, only sobs.

Is that Ada? Or herself?

"Don't cry..." She said involuntarily, and then she was awakened by her own voice. Ada was looking at her, her wet eyelashes clinging to each other, and her eyes that were bright under the moonlight seemed to be filled with soft waves of lake water. Her voice was like the air at this moment, with a refreshing breath.

"Thanks, good night."