Konoha Soul World lottery system

In Kirigakure Village, which is shrouded in thick fog all year round, Chang Wei stood in front of Terumi's house. He stretched out his right hand several times and then retracted it again.

"Changwei"

The gentle voice behind him startled him, and he turned around in a panic. The person he wanted to see was standing behind him holding a bag, "Mimei Teru-sama"

"No need to call me that," Terumi Mei said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Terumi Mei-sama seemed to be fine. Thinking of the boy who pointed a knife at him and yelled at him, Chang Wei felt a sudden pain in his heart. "I'm very sorry for not being able to bring Anran back."

Chang Wei bowed deeply and burst into tears.

If, if I could be braver, if

"If this is what you are thinking, then I heard it." Terumi Mei said, "Can you please let me in first? These ingredients are a bit heavy."

Chang Wei hurriedly got out of the way and said carefully, "Can you forgive me?"

Terumi Mei pressed one hand on the door. When she heard Chang Wei's words, she stopped moving her hand and interrupted him, "Chang Wei."

"In" Changwei's body is upright.

"Although I really want to forgive you generously. After all, you helped a lot in this mission, but" Terumi paused, "at least until he comes back, I can't do it. I'm sorry."

Chang Wei waved his hands hurriedly, "That's not what I meant. I am An Ran. He treated me before."

"Everything about him, I wish he could tell me himself, so"

"I understand, I understand." Chang Wei lowered his head, bowed deeply again, and turned to leave.

Terumi Mei opened the door and walked into the house. The moment she pushed the door open, she lost all her strength and collapsed on the ground, with the bags in her arms scattered.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I don't know how much time passed before Terumi Mei struggled to get up, picked up the ingredients on the floor and walked into the kitchen, washing vegetables, selecting vegetables, chopping vegetables, and cooking. Because she hadn't cooked for a long time, she felt a lot unfamiliar.

He didn't cook well before he got up, otherwise An Ran wouldn't be able to bear it and cook by himself.

Thinking of this, tears began to flow out unsatisfactorily.

Wiping away her tears, Terumi Mei continued to cook.

Namikaze Minato regretfully unlocked the sage mode. Several days had passed. Even with the super perception in sage mode, he could not find the mark of the Flying Thunder God left on the child.

Already dead?

He couldn't help but feel some regret and regret in his heart. The child's performance left a deep impression on him.

The courage to stand up for his teammates, his attachment to his family, his judgment of the current situation, and his ability to analyze intelligence.

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Son, An Ran's words came to mind again.

"Hey, do you need some life experience?"

"Teacher," Minato turned around, and a white-haired middle-aged man was standing behind him, Jiraiya, one of the three ninjas. "Thank you very much this time."

Kirigakure's raid can be very thrilling, but fortunately Jiraiya arrived in time, otherwise not only the scroll, but also Xinnajiu might have been robbed.

"There is no need to mention this kind of thing again. I heard that you made a mistake this time. You were just using fairy mode to find the child."

"Yeah, but it failed."

Jiraiya sat cross-legged next to Minato, "With me, it's not often that you miss."

Minato didn't hide anything and told Anran all about his conversation, and finally came up with his own guess.

"Jinchuuriki" Jiraiya pinched his chin, "It is impossible for a jinchuriki to be left unattended, and the increase in strength is average. It should be some kind of ninjutsu or blood inheritance limit."

But Minato didn't care about this, "What do you think about his problem?"

"Oh, don't pay too much attention to what the enemy said before he died, Minato." Jiraiya said seriously.

"But, I really want to know the origin and end of ninja. I think the answer to what the teacher has been pursuing can be found in it." Minato said solemnly.

Jiraiya's frivolous expression disappeared, and a rare seriousness appeared on his face, "Why do you think so?"

"That child, even when he went berserk, was still thinking about his relatives." Minato seemed to see the bruised child again, looking at him with sad eyes, "It's just such a child who loves his family, he picked up a sword and killed him. Nine Konoha ninjas."

Minato closed his eyes tightly, "And when I face such a poor child, all I can think about is how to drain him of all the information he knows and then kill him."

"You have different positions. You are not at fault." Jiraiya took out the wine glass and bottle from his arms and poured himself a glass of wine.

"That's exactly the problem," Minato opened his eyes, his blue eyes shining brightly, "When did depriving a child of his life become a matter of course?"

Jiraiya paused with the wine glass on his lips.

"Two people who have never met each other from different standpoints are fighting each other as a matter of course. When did this weird situation start and when will it end? I want to find the answer."

With the wine glass still in his mouth, Jiraiya spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the wine in the glass, "Why do you think the history of ninjas can help you find the answer?"

"Just like that child, the ultimate goal of all his actions and words is to go home with his sister. So I think that human will is the essence of human beings, and what he does in his life is nothing but external The appearance. The same goes for ninjas and the ninja world."

The clear wine was put into his mouth, and a smile appeared on Jiraiya's face, "Passed."