Hokage Izumi Nana, don't run!

"Izumi Nana!"

The crisp girl's voice was full of vitality and joy, breaking the absolute silence of the winter night. It was like a stone sinking into water, causing ripples in Izuna's heart.

Can you actually see it?

In a daze, Mizama had already jumped over the Nanga River lightly. His hair seemed to be longer, and a long silver arc was raised as he ran, giving it an ink-colored brilliance on the moonless night.

The girl was as light as a bird, and she ran towards him very fast, as fast as a girl running towards her sweetheart, trying to throw herself into his arms.

Should he open his arms and catch her?

Before the absurd idea could be implemented, Mizama stopped at an arm's length away from him, and only the clean soapy scent of the girl entered his nose.

"What a coincidence, Izumi Nana!"

Shuijian smiled like a little bee who had just collected nectar. It still contained no impurities and was clear and transparent. Perhaps the night without stars and moon was too dark, but the bright color in front of her eyes was a bit brighter than Hansu, and there was a hint of sweetness in Quan Nai's eyes.

A smile couldn't help but appear in the corners of his eyes. He was in a good mood and asked, "What's the coincidence?"

"Because I wanted to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here. Do you think it was a coincidence?"

Quan Nai was confused: "You want to find me? What if you don't meet me here?"

"Of course we're going to the Uchiha clan!" Mizama said matter-of-factly, with some confidence, "I think I'm sure to sneak in."

Quan Nai: "...Do you know where I live?"

For a moment, I didn't know whether to laugh at you for being naive or to adjust the Uchiha's garrison first.

"Isn't the biggest house the patriarch's house?"

Quanna: "..."

Suddenly feeling lucky to have listened to Madara, Izuna breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, otherwise I am afraid that it would not only be him who cannot sleep tonight, but the entire Uchiha.

Don't underestimate the passion of single-celled organisms. They often don't have much brains but their mobility is first-class and powerful.

So Izuna, who was speechless, resolutely changed the subject: "How is your injury?"

A very straightforward statement of concern, Izuna said it was ordinary, and Mizama should also be ordinary. She raised her arms slightly, like an obedient child in front of the doctor: "Look, there is no problem at all!"

The girl's white clothes are as old as before, and her figure is like bamboo, but no one will underestimate the power contained in that seemingly thin body. Now she tilts her head slightly and is still a little playful. Yes, this is Senju Minama, the murderous, violent and bloodthirsty person before...

Izuna remembered that there was a talented young man who had just opened his eyes and followed him on that mission. As a result, he was so frightened by the scene of her killing him that he evolved into a double magatama on the spot. He was in shock for a long time and almost formed a Senju Mizama ptsd. It was also very It makes people helpless.

Although he overreacted, it was undeniable that the scene was too terrifying. If she didn't wake up in time, Izuna had a hunch that she had a crazier side, and he might not be able to contain it with his power.

Things have returned to the original point - what secrets are hidden in Senju Mizama.

"Izumi Nana? What's wrong with you?" Why are you staring at her? Shuijian touched his chest in confusion. The injury was really healed, and there was no discomfort at all.

"You...what you told me is true?"

Hearing the complexity and hesitation in it, Mizama's conditioned reflex did not dare to answer easily. However, Izuna thought she didn't understand what the sentence was. She sighed in her heart that she was indeed a stupid girl and felt a little more confident.

"You said...you have memories of past lives..."

Mentioning the past life, Shuijian looked startled.

Admittedly, she thought he was Xiao Hei at first, so she had no reservations about him. But along the way, even though he did retain the aura that made her want to get close to him in the first place, and his temperament remained the same, no matter it was his skills or memory, after many trials, even if Shuijian had one ten thousandth chance of being lucky, she still couldn't. If you don't admit it, he is not her little black guy.

But what does it matter? It was her fault from the beginning. Regardless of guilt or speculation, she was sincere to him.

Whether it is the sword mad Ah Shui in the previous life or the Thousand Hands Shuijian in this life, they have always been in the world, and they are all people of temperament.

Once your words are spoken and your trust is delivered, you will never want to go back.

So what is there to hide?

When Mizama met Izumi's eyes, his expression was more serious than ever before: "Izumi Nana, I have never lied to you."

I have never lied to you, even if the you in my eyes are not you.

This time it was Izuna's turn and her heart skipped a beat: "So...so..."

"So my way of practice is different from yours, and the power system I control is also different from yours." Shuijian turned one hand over, condensing a small qi sword and holding it in his palm, "Including language, weapons, and Cognition.”

"No wonder..." His guess was correct, "Does your elder brother and others know these things?"

Shuijian shook his head: "Only you know."

"Then what happened to you at that time?"

"Inner demon."

"what?"

"I am a monk, and every monk needs to break through himself to grow. The inner demon is actually the dark side of our hearts. It coexists with us. When we break through, we are fighting against ourselves. Once we are controlled by the inner demon... It's what you call a madman who becomes possessed by a madman. At worst, his muscles and veins will be completely destroyed, and at worst... he will never recover."

"But every inner demon is different. If I say it... I will probably deny all relatives and massacre them. Then you might as well kill me..." After speaking in one breath, Mizama gave a warm smile: "So, I want to thank you for waking me up in time."

That's it, that's it...you're welcome, it's just that he didn't want you to become like that.

Mizama thought for a while and asked: "What kind of thank you do you want this time?"

Quanna: "..."

Did this little fool of Emotions really take his words of deceiving her seriously?

He thought it was a bit funny, but seeing the serious look on the girl's face, he thought about it with blurred vision: "Then your spiritual power can also be used for healing?"

"Huh?" Shuijian was a little confused.

"When you treated my eyes, I felt that you treated them better than the medical ninjas in the clan, so does your spiritual power still have a therapeutic effect?"

"No... I'm not a medical practitioner." At most, I am well-informed in the world, so I can deal with basic injuries. After all, medical practitioners are rare, and who can guarantee safety in a fight with monsters and monsters?

Shuijian murmured, and suddenly clapped his hands as if he had thought of something, "But my spiritual power in this life is much gentler than that in my previous life. It should be affected by my physical constitution."

"Actually, I had a lot of control when treating you. If it is really due to the nature of the spiritual power itself, I think the elder brother's will be better. His power attribute is completely the power of nature."

"You mean, the chakra of the Senju clan has a healing effect on the Uchiha's blood?"

"I think...that's right."

Quan Nai: "..." It's simply a fantasy.

The feud between the two clans has lasted for thousands of years. If you say that the power of Senju can cure Uchiha's blood disease, you will probably be regarded as a madman. To put it ten thousand steps back, even if it was possible, except for Senju Mizama, the rest of the people would just like them to be blind as soon as possible.

Talking to this little white-haired guy was indeed a shock. It had only been a while, but he had already felt speechless several times.

Quan Nai shook his head and smiled: "How is this possible?"

"How is it impossible!" Mizunama pointed to herself, "I still retain the memory of my previous life!" So if it is impossible, the most incredible person is herself.

She herself is the most impossible existence, so in her eyes, all impossibilities can become possible.

But only in her eyes.

Quan Nai still found it funny. If she hadn't said anything, who would have known that the little fool in front of her had lived two lifetimes?

"I'm afraid you weren't stupid in your last life, were you?"

Shuijian was stunned for a moment in confusion, and then replied seriously: "No, I was struck to death by lightning."

"Been thundered...???"

"Well," Shuijian raised his finger to the sky, "He was struck to death by this lightning."

Quanna: "..."

Unable to understand the monk's ascension to the Thunder Tribulation, there was only one sentence left in his mind: He was indeed stupid.

Can thunder from the sky kill people? Was she so weak in her previous life? Or is he too old to lose his teeth and not be able to run anymore?

"... Izumi Nana, the name of the sword madman is known all over the world, and I was not much older when I died than I am now." Mizama said with dead eyes, "Why are you like my elder brother..."

"Who is like that stupid mushroom from Senju Hashirama!"

"Don't be angry, it doesn't look the same!"

"You are like a big brother. Didn't you have any family in your previous life?!"

"I am an orphan who was picked up by my master," Shuijian shrugged and sighed with a bit of resentment, "but the old man left when I was ten years old and left me a spiritual beast. If By your standards, I really don’t have a family.” But Xiao Hei has always been my family, and I am not alone.

...It seems that I accidentally poked someone's sore spot.

Even though his personality is a bit arrogant, Quan Nai is still a well-educated child of a wealthy family. Seeing that Xiao Baimao was a little sad because of his words, he was also a little at a loss. After some hesitation, he imitated Madara and stroked Mizama. High ponytail.

It's soft and smooth, like a piece of fine silk. Well, it's still easy to touch!

Mizama blinked and looked at Izuna with a blank expression: Izuna, what are you doing?

Quan Nai looked away: "Are you not sad?"

"...Not sad." If you would let go of my hair.

The hair strands in the hands were like sand that could not be held, slipping from the fingers one by one. Maybe they had just been washed, and there was still a faint fragrance between the fingers.

Being too close will always make a strong person's body automatically alert, but the subtle trust and unknown tacit understanding between the two make them more like a young couple who have just fallen in love and go to their appointments on time behind their families' backs.

It's too close, it's something you only do to family members. Izuna took two steps back, hiding the slight strangeness in his heart. His dim vision was always moving the undercurrent of Nanhe River. He said seriously: "Senju Mizama, I want to ask you something serious."

"When he attacked you, there was a layer of black mud on Takuo Hagoromo's body. I thought it was some special technique, but he never used it again during the battle with Hagoromo. It wasn't until he assassinated me again later that I realized that the black mud was The clay statue has its own consciousness... Only the two of us have seen this thing. At your time... do you still have an impression?"

Mizama's expression became more and more silent as Izuna spoke, and the stench and rotten malice lingered in front of her eyes. Under that kind of double mental torture...how could she forget it.

of course I remember.