Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Like an omen, after I realized it, the scorching sensation on the back of the neck and where the Flying Thunder God Seal was located rose rapidly, to the point where I could discover it without a reminder.

The forward shake was too long, and even gave me a feeling that the person on the other end deliberately left people with time to react.

Slowly, with an undeniable force: I'm coming, are you ready?

...the pressure is even greater, okay!

You might as well just come over without saying hello.

After going around three times in place, I picked up the cold water on the table and drank it all in one gulp. I lay down on the spot with the broken can, and pulled the quilt over my head.

At this time, I finally had a sense of fate of "ah, it's finally here".

It stands to reason that I wasted two worlds before being chased, especially when I was fighting the Holy Grail War. A model of losing everything by accident.

That hasn't been stopped, it's already... It can be said to be extremely conniving.

That being said, you should panic or panic.

Before the meeting comes, let's make a copy first.

I bit my fingers nervously, doing analysis that was useless but relieved anxiety.

In short, the past has passed, at least at this stage, I am recuperating obediently, and I have not been involved in any messy situation that I am not good at...

wrong.

I suddenly thought of something and sat up suddenly.

Since the imprint is on the back, will I block the passage if I lie flat?

I tried to imagine that scene, and I trembled.

Horror mixed with joy, it's scary.

In order to prevent unpredictable scenes from appearing, I straightened my back seriously, and it is necessary to empty the passage——

……Um?

free up...

I was lost in thought.

I got it!

Since I want to leave it free, just in case——

I simply tore off the black and red cloud Xiaopao that was on the outside, revealing the clothes that fit the current season inside: a suspender top and hot pants.

well.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to tie a ball head, I touched the completely exposed mark and nodded in satisfaction.

The door is wide open.

Thinking I had successfully completed the task, I said super confidently: "I'm ready!"

Let the storm come harder!

As the voice fell, strong spatial fluctuations were stimulated, and the interdimensional transition that had been brewing for a long time was activated. Mottled space blocks and timelines gathered and disrupted at this moment. With a certain existence as the fulcrum, two straight lines that originally did not interfere with each other A branch line emanates, lengthens, spreads, consolidates, and—

"Well……"

So far, the wounded eye declared a strike overwhelmed at the moment when the parallel lines symbolizing the two worlds forcibly intersected.

"Oops, oops..." I was so curious that I accidentally overturned the car and quietly shed a drop of cold sweat, "Close your eyes first, and you can hide it for a while!" '

However, I hurriedly closed my eyes and immediately heard the devil whisper: "Are you going to confess yourself, or should I ask one by one?"

The place where I sat down sank, and Konoha’s unique wind and water vapor with the sweet smell of grass and trees surrounded me from behind, and a hand appeared at the position of the imprint on my back. Before it dissipated, the bulging wind made me shrink back to the heat source behind me.

With the familiar breath and this unmistakable voice, I suppressed my guilty conscience and said, "Mr. Feima."

"..." The visitor fell into a strange silence.

"?" I was also led into a strange silence. I kept my eyes closed and didn't dare to move. After a while, I spoke again, looking a little uncertain: "Mr. Feijian...?"

No way, am I mistaken? !

"..."

The visitor still didn't speak, but the hand covering the back moved away. Then, the sunken hospital bed bounced back, the heat source quickly moved away from me, and a robe that I was very familiar with hooded down.

Stained with a faint fragrance of shower gel, it was the Xiaopao that I just disliked getting in the way and put aside.

I fumbled with my hands and groped for the neckline where I didn't know where it was, and I tried my best to drill out the head with a question mark: "?"

So confused that I forgot to cover the eyes.

Fortunately, the person who reacted abnormally finally returned to normal, and asked, "Are you an idiot?"

My first reaction was: it was indeed Mr. Tomama's voice, and I did not recognize the wrong person.

Then I have time to think: "Did I do something wrong again? Yes, I'm sorry?"

Wan apologizes in advance, as long as I admit my mistakes quickly, the beatings will not be able to catch up with me!

"No, you," Mr. Tomama's voice froze, probably because he couldn't see me dancing around uselessly, pinching my only ball head that was exposed outside, and pulling the empty head out of the stuck neckline, "I didn't leave you time to prepare... What kind of dress are you wearing?"

"A dress that is convenient for you to come over?" I tilted my head, raised my hand through the robe, and raised a corner, sincerely begging for praise, "I have cleared all the roadblocks."

So for the sake of being so obedient, can I apply for a commutation of sentence?

"Wait, we'll talk about this later," Mr. Tomama said coldly, holding my head with one hand, "Stand still, you're wearing it backwards."

"Oh." I subconsciously retracted the hand I just stretched out into the wide robe, and turned it in a circle with lightning speed, "That's all right."

"... Sit down." I was pushed back to my original position by pressing my shoulders, the ruthless Mr. Tomama ignored my active atmosphere, and the sound of the chair being moved sounded, "Tell me, what's going on. "

"Well, because the mark of the Flying Thunder God is a space passage, I thought that if it was blocked, you might not be able to get through," I sat upright stiffly, my hands that had nowhere to place first grabbed my messy hair, and then groped Pulling the pillow and hugging her, she explained honestly, "Or if it causes some bad results, I just made some preparations."

"I'm not asking you this... Forget it, it's okay to say this first, the space transfer of Flying Thunder God will not be affected by these, remember that next time you don't need to do this—" He paused, omitting the second half of the sentence, "do you know?"

"Hmm..." I blinked slowly, carefully digesting the meaning of this sentence, "Okay?"

The eyes that had suddenly deteriorated before slowly recovered, and I could already vaguely see a slight outline. The speaker was sitting not far from me, with a big knife and a golden horse, full of momentum.

It's just that the face doesn't seem to be facing me.

Huh?

I blinked again, but my vision was much blurred than before, so I couldn't see anything clearly this time, so I had to attribute it to myself being dazzled.

I decided to admit my mistake sincerely: "I understand, I will pay attention next time."

Next time, I will definitely not question Mr. Tomama's ability in space ninjutsu!

"That imprint was left in a hurry is my problem. I will leave you enough time to react when I come over next." The person over there is still explaining in detail about Fei Leishen: "...give me a good job." Listen, don't be an idiot, I don't get to be like this every time."

He added: "You're a bit wary anyway."

"Yeah, I see." I nodded absently, but I was thinking about another thing.

Although the reason is unknown, but from the current point of view, Mr. Feijian seems not angry. Is this a cute pass?

"Then let's skip this topic, let's talk about something else," the sound of tapping on the table sounded, "Why don't we start with your eyes?"

"Ah, ah?" I strained nervously and almost tore the pillow: "What eyes, what eyes? What eyes?"

"You don't know?" The fuzzy silhouette in my field of vision approached slowly until it stopped in front of my eyes, "Then what are you shaking, Qianshouhua?"

"..." I opened my mouth in vain and closed it again.

How should I put it, do you want me to say that my danger radar has been beeping since you appeared, but I don't know the reason at all, and your current momentum always gives me the illusion that I am doomed.

...Is it really an illusion?

I always feel that since the strike of Sharingan, or in other words, the illusion that is activated everywhere and all the time-the illusion of self-deception, the situation has been rushing in a direction that I have never thought of.

Damn it, when will Sharingan get better?

I should love my eyes!

"Woo..." Thinking of this, I regretted my words and wanted to say something: "I..."

--no.

can not say.

Unable to figure it out for a while, I decided to follow my instinct: "My eyes seem to hurt a little."

The silent sense of crisis dissipated slowly, and I heard the man sigh, and put his hands on my temples: "Open your eyes wide, let me see."

I obediently opened my eyes wide.

"Can Sharingan still be opened?"

I shook my head.

"do not move."

A familiar yang force started from the temple, rushed to the sore and painful eye sockets, warming and nourishing the damaged optic nerve.

"Okay, close your eyes."

I obediently closed it.

"What is this?" I endured the itch from the bottom of my eyes, feeling that if this continues, the tear glands will not be able to bear it.

"The medical ninjutsu that was upgraded after extracting your Mutun cells is currently only available to my elder brother and me," a calm male voice came from a short distance away, "It is mainly for trauma, your eyes have recently been injured by swords and the like." sharp injury."

"It's a field that gathers endless slashing attacks until death." I described the source of the injury in detail, "I evacuated in time and was swept away by the aftermath."

I added a sentence very eager to survive: "I am cherishing myself."

"They all avoided the vital points, you did a good job," circles of yang attribute chakras took care of every small opening carefully, and the speaker took my words cooperatively, "The trauma is not a big problem, Mainly internal injuries, have you been exposed to areas beyond your current ability?"

I was very cooperative in the state of being treated: "When you came here, I used the ability of the kaleidoscope out of curiosity, as if I could 'see' the microcosmic changes in time and space."

"...You said it at this time on purpose." The voice was obviously gritted, but the hand on the temple was steady, "It's always very clever at this time."

"Hey." I stuck out my tongue and smiled embarrassedly.

Don't take advantage of this time to say, do you want to confess when your hands are empty, and then get beaten?

"Okay, I got it. Don't use this ability until you are completely sure." Probably because I was too angry, this time he only paused for a while, and he finished processing the information, and told me, "Time, Space exists at a high-dimensional level, and when it comes to power at this level, you have two choices, or rely on huge and detailed calculations to keep up with its evolution."

"Like you?"

"Not really," I heard him say lightly, "and not everyone can do what I do through hard work."

"Hmm... what about the other one?"

"I don't know." He said simply.

"Huh?" This is not Mr. Fujian!

"Think for yourself." He didn't care about my surprise, and explained patiently: "There is another road that no one has traveled, but now you are walking on this road, how about—"

I seemed to realize that what he said next would break my cognition: "How about?"

"From the beginning, you have been on this road." He calmly cast a thunderbolt, "The help at the world level is not so detailed that even the location and time are in line with your ideas, Huahua, what do you think, you Has been able to easily cross the barriers of the world, is it really all relying on external forces?"

"Impossible." I held my breath and retorted subconsciously, "The kaleidoscope only opened in the last world—"

"I don't know much about Sharingan. Uchiha Madara knows more. Don't be so afraid, you just need to follow this road firmly, and the rest...you are not alone " He withdrew his healing hand and patted me comfortingly, "Besides, it's not a bad thing, it's just my speculation."

But you're not one to throw out speculations.

I am still a little uneasy, and even feel that from the dream of changing my heart at the beginning to the recent dream of returning to Konoha, it is not a simple dream.

"Mr. Tomama." I decided to try it out.

"The trauma has been basically confirmed to be healed. Your eyes should be better. However, you should reduce the use of your eyes recently. You must never use Sharingan and related operations. The ones I brought over..." In the clearer vision After finishing the treatment, he immediately opened the distance, and now he is opening the scroll and putting all kinds of bottles and jars on the table one by one, and he even brought a bunch of machine parts!

"That..." I looked at him busy and stopped hesitantly.

"Huh?" The researcher, who was fiddling with a bunch of parts and focusing on two purposes, asked naturally, "Speak, I'll listen."

"...You," I carefully considered my words, "Did you still keep the things I gave you last time, that is, during the Taisho period?"

Hearing this, the person who was concentrating on assembling the machine stopped what he was doing, pushed away the half-arranged parts in front of him, and slowly stood up straight.

If I was [-] degrees myopic before, then under the treatment of Mr. Feima, I have recovered to [-] degrees myopia, and now I can see the clearest pair of dark red eyes.

He seemed to laugh.

"Yes."