I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

"Tsk."

The first person to break the inexplicable silence with a chirp was Izuna Uchiha.

"What's going on?" he asked directly.

"Your target seems to be being chased by another group of people." Cyril replied: "In order for Mr. Qianshou Feima to be safe and sound, I helped them a little bit."

"Oh."

Uchiha Izumi looked satisfied.

So, Cyril continued to ask: "Now, the people who chased them are about to catch up again. What does Mr. Uchiha Izuna think, do you need to continue to help?"

"Ask me what to do." Uchiha Izumi snorted coldly, as if remembering something unpleasant, "You are not from Uchiha, nor my subordinate, how could I command you."

"You are my creditor. Of course, I will put your satisfaction first." Cyril smiled gently, and it sounded like he really had a sense of responsibility and tolerance of sacrificing himself as a customer.

However, it would have been more convincing if he hadn't calmly pushed back Uchiha Izumi, who was about to stand up, and taken away the long sword that the black-haired youth had touched out of nowhere.

"Dangerous behavior is not allowed for the time being, please sit down for a while, good boy."

He also touched his head.Well, Mr. Creditor's hair is a little hard.

Uchiha Izumi: "..."

"Go away."

The words are straight and round, with a murderous look.

Cyril: "Well, I understand what you mean. Don't interfere, go to the side to watch the battle, and help Mr. Senju Higama if there is a situation. Okay, let's take a step back."

He seemed to be unable to understand human words—no, he was just pretending not to understand, and he couldn't read other people's faces.

From the beginning to the present, the group of Qianshou Feijian has been ignored by him to the end except when necessary.Regardless of whether it was intentional or not, such an attitude would probably make people unhappy in front of anyone.

After the few young people who had just been calmed down by Cyril's understatement, their eyes showed obvious dissatisfaction. In the eyes of some people, there was still unconcealable hostility.

However, it is useless to be dissatisfied, they have no time to pay attention to Cyril and the two for the time being.

Because the enemy is really coming.

Just like what Cyril said, Qianshou Feijian and the others were chased here by the enemy.

The Ninja World War broke out, and the second generation of Naruto Senju Tomona wanted to form an alliance with Raikage, but was rebelliously attacked by Raikage's subordinates during the alliance ceremony, and could only barely escape.

Along the way, there are countless traitors chasing after him, unwilling to let Hokage return to the Land of Fire alive.Qianshou Feijian only had his disciples and a few subordinates with him, and he was seriously injured, so he was at an obvious disadvantage.

If Cyril and Uchiha Quanna hadn't suddenly appeared to interrupt, they should be able to get rid of this wave of pursuit. After all, ninjas are still very fast.

It's a pity that I can't get rid of it now.

However, most of the chasing rebels were swallowed by the huge water wall blessed by Cyril, and rushed to unknown places.

The enemy's combat power was severely weakened, so Qianshou Feijian didn't hesitate, dragged his seriously injured body, and immediately ordered his followers to move forward with him to finish off the remaining pursuers.

shhhhh-

A few ninjas disappeared in place out of thin air, and the sound of breaking through the air rang out. If there was any movement, there was only the sound of a huge fight appearing in the torrent of sand that replaced the forest.

Cyril really pushed the wheelchair to the side away from the battle zone, leaving Uchiha Izuna covered in the cool shade of the trees.

Uchiha Quanna really wanted to get closer, but Cyril refused.He couldn't see the scene in the distance, his expression was calm and indifferent, but secretly he pricked up his ears and listened very hard.

After listening for a while, he might have discovered something.

"Snapped!"

When Cyril looked down, the armrest of the wooden wheelchair was missing a corner.

And the missing corner was pinched tightly in the hands of the thin black-haired young man, and it was almost a patchwork of fragments, but the five fingers were still exerting force.

I don't know where he got his strength from.

"Be careful, you will get stuck."

Cyril reminded.

He wanted to lean down, let the black-haired young man who was clearly lost in his own world stretch his fists, and shake out the broken sawdust.

However, there are some surprises.Before Cyril made his move, Uchiha Quanna seemed to have heard what he said, and also cooperated with it rarely.

Although he didn't talk much to him on the surface, Uchiha Izuna took a deep breath and let go, throwing away the wooden dregs in his hands.

He closed his useless eyelids and said nothing.

Until a long time later, the ninjas who cleared up this wave of pursuits returned to this must-go path, and Uchiha Quanna was in this state.

The smell of blood was not diluted by the water vapor, but still followed.

When he went there, the stern white-haired man was seriously injured. When he came back this time, the injury was inevitably aggravated, and his lips were stained with blood.

One of his disciples carefully supported him, gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher, we will stay nearby for one night, and we will continue our journey tomorrow morning. You must rest now."

"But……"

The wary and suspicious eyes that had appeared before appeared, and they swept over the two people who hadn't disappeared yet.

Needless to say, the implication is that they are worried that they will be harmful to the teacher/Hokage-sama with malicious intent.

Uchiha Izuna closed her eyes and ignored everyone.

Cyril didn't respond much either.

Those people really found a temporary hidden place in the depths of the dense forest to temporarily camp for the wounded Qianshou Feijian.

The object of their vigilance really didn't go away, but they didn't get too close.

Cyril used local materials to raise another wooden house, and then pushed Uchiha Quanna into it.

The "creditor" is in a very bad mood, black threads that are invisible to ordinary people are wrapped around him, and the color tends to deepen.

Fortunately, there were professionals around, and Cyril cooked medicine for him to drink. After cleaning up a bit, the young man who regained some vitality showed tiredness and fell into a deep sleep.

At last the day, with its considerable events, passed, and night fell.

For the time being, the time that Cyril can use freely has come.

After a busy day, he should have gone to rest.However, affected by years of habits, I still can't sleep at this time.

At this time in the past, he didn't sleep.

Either turn on the orange light and read a certain poet's poetry collection softly under the light.Either leaning on the head of the bed, closing your eyes and listening to the singing from another world——

Whether it is reading or listening, it is no longer necessary.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the dim light, doing nothing.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Cyril took out the mobile phone that had been forgotten all day and turned it on again.

The moment it was turned on, the SMS mailbox seemed to explode.

Skip the meaningless information like "what's wrong with you dear", "why why did you break up", "no, I was wrong qaq", "but where was my mistake huh", and the latest information floats on top.

"I want to see you."

Finally, no more false pretense.

"I'll come to you and explain it to you face to face. Really, wait for me."

He said.

"I'll see you right away."

The pale black font seems to be filled with extreme urgency.

Unfortunately……

In the dim light, the blond young man lowered his head slightly, most of his face was covered by shadows, and he could only vaguely see the corners of his lips curling up a bit.

Then, he looked up.

Hands up, squinting, aiming, throwing—

The only object with the function of communication, in a perfect parabola, fell into the cauldron on the table with only water and no time to wash it.

"Crash!"

Accidentally exerting too much force, the water splashed up and fell to the ground.

Ben is still appreciating this parabolic Cyril: "!"

"Mistake! Well, but, the shape of these water splashes that fell on the ground is also quite perfect?"

Instead, he squatted on the ground admiring the splashes of water. After admiring them, he happily wiped the floor.

cell phone?

What phone?Um?