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"Go away!"

The letter to the Akatsuki trio was written quickly, and there was nothing special in it. It was just a chat about the recent living conditions.

After writing the letter, Mizuhara Makoto folded it into a paper airplane.

He pointed at the sharp point of the nose of the plane, let out a few breaths, and threw it in a random direction.

The paper airplane folded from golden letter paper also seems to have spirituality.

After circling around the room, it seemed to have found the direction of the target. Just as it suddenly appeared, it suddenly disappeared into the air, leaving no trace of it.

"This letter paper seems to have other uses!"

After writing a greeting letter to Yahiko and the others, it only took up one piece of golden letter paper, and it was a waste to have two pieces left idle here.

It must be actively utilized.

Moreover, compared to sending letters to designated recipients, gold letter paper does not specify a recipient and can be sent as usual.

It's just that the objects become random.

"Eh? Isn't this the ninja world's version of a drift bottle?"

Mizuhara Makoto suddenly found that this mechanism was very familiar. It cannot be said to be similar to the drift bottle he played in his previous life. It can only be said that it is exactly the same and even more realistic.

As for whether someone would realize it was a treasure and want to intercept it after sending the letter, Mizuhara Makoto was not worried about this.

The golden letter paper has a magical mechanism.

It has been bound to Mizuhara Makoto. Only he can send the letter to the person he wants to send it to. If others get the letter paper and send it, they will only return to him.

And there is another point, even if the recipient does not reply to the letter, the letter paper will automatically come back within three days.

"No one in the world should be able to intercept the things produced by the system, right? But it doesn't matter. I have three of them anyway, so I might as well take one out for experiment..."

Be honest.

Compared to chatting with familiar people, Mizuhara Makoto still feels that anonymous chatting is more open-minded.

Just like in his previous life, he was a quite silent person in real life, but in the game group he joined, he was the water-spouting dragon king every day.

It's a pity that a piece of letter paper can only come and go once in a day, otherwise Suwon Cheng felt that he could use it as an online chat.

Since the main purpose of this drifting letter was to have fun for himself, Mizuhara Cheng signed the screen name from his previous life.

"Hello, unknown distant friend!"

"Although we are strangers to each other, the fact that you received this letter that I sent using my secret technique proves the fate between you and me."

"I don't mean any harm."

"I just hope that this thin letter can build a bridge of friendship between us, and each of us can have another friend with whom we can share the ups and downs of life even if we don't know each other's identity."

"looking forward to your reply!"

"Stupid rucksack."

Just like that, a standard friendship letter is freshly written.

With Level [-] origami skills, he once again folded the letter into a fighter jet and sent it out using the same technique. He just didn’t know who was destined to receive the letter.

And whether he can receive a reply...

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Within the Kingdom of Rain, there is an unknown cave.

Yahiko, Konan and Nagato were nestled next to a fire.

This is the 17th day since they set out to search for the Sannin. The journey has been windy and rainy and very difficult, but so far they have not even caught up with the Sannin.

"Can we really find the Sannin?" Konan asked slightly confused.

After all, the Sannin are not ninjas from the Land of Rain.

Although it is certain that after that earth-shattering battle, their figures are still active in the Kingdom of Rain, ninjas do not stay in one place too long when performing tasks.

It was even more difficult for the three children to find them. They had to use the stupidest method, first asking around for traces of the Sannin. Regardless of whether the information was reliable or not, as long as there was a trace of clues, they would immediately set off to search.

This is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"Yes! Sure!"

Yahiko's tone was very firm. He always believed that their trip would be successful. No matter why, he believed from the bottom of his heart.

He still remembers the battle that day.

The three powerful figures at the center of the battlefield are still etched in his mind.

It was at that moment that he came up with the idea of ​​becoming a disciple, and he couldn't control it. He seemed to be guided by fate, so he firmly believed that he would definitely find it.

"Ah."

Nagato made no comment.

As long as he can be with his two companions, he feels extremely satisfied. Since Yahiko is so determined to pursue his dream, he will naturally follow him.

"Let's eat something first. After eating, we will continue to set off. I heard that there are traces of Sannin in the east. We might find something if we look for it..."

Not finished.

A paper airplane suddenly appeared from mid-air and stabbed Yahiko mercilessly on the forehead...

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The Land of Rain is a land of weeping.

But the people who want to cry in the Country of Rain are far more than just the aborigines here.

After all, the struggle of ninjas is cruel. Even the powerful Konoha inevitably made huge sacrifices when involved in this war. The two friends of Namikaze Minato also unfortunately became one of the sacrifices... ·

"Yoshimaru, XX..."

In the tent, Minato looked at the group photo of the three members of his team who had just graduated from the ninja school, and his mood inevitably became depressed.

The path of ninja is bound to be accompanied by killing and death.

He knew this a long time ago and was mentally prepared for it, but when someone around him really leaves, sadness is always inevitable.

Although Namikaze Minato was determined in his heart, he was not a person without any emotions. He was the only one left in the originally lively small tent, and a sense of loneliness gradually filled his heart.

Just now.

A golden paper plane flew toward him. Such a silent appearance made Minato, who was always sensitive, not aware of the moment it appeared.

Naturally, there is no such thing as dodge.

"Ding!"

The paper plane hit Namikaze Minato's forehead hard, but it was blocked by the forehead protector he wore on his head. It made a crisp sound, which showed that its force was not small.

"How did this thing get in here?"

Minato was a little puzzled.

The tent is a closed space, and the curtain is down. There is no gap for the paper airplane to pass through, and this way of appearance seems to span the space.

"Space Ninjutsu?"

After opening the letter and seeing the secret technique mentioned in it, Minato subconsciously thought of space ninjutsu.

Regarding the purpose of the letter writer, he felt that it should be as simple as the letter stated, that he just wanted to make friends.

He doesn't think that people with ulterior motives can get anything from him. After all, he is just a weak and pitiful genin!

Ok.

It will take some time to become a chunin.

And as the other party's letter said, everyone has something they want to talk about, and it seems good to have a friend who doesn't know each other's identity.

"If you really have ill intentions towards Konoha..."

Clutching the letter, Minato kept thinking.

If the other party really came with malicious intentions and wanted to find out some information through him, then he would not let this clue go easily.

So Minato solemnly wrote a reply without telling anyone.

And imitating Mizuhara Makoto's signature of "Stupid Backpack", he also gave himself a handsome pen name - "The Man Who Wants to Be a Shadow"!