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

This sleep was not as peaceful as expected at first.

I'm always afraid that if something happens while I'm asleep that absolutely needs to be solved, or that due to my absence, there will be an avoidable disaster.

Struggling to emerge from the deep sea of ​​consciousness for the first time, I found myself lying on Mr. Tomama's back.

There was a bit of noise around, and he seemed to be arguing about something. He stood on the edge of the topic, as if he didn't notice that I woke up.

"We'll talk about it another day," I heard him say, "I'll take her home first."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

I half-closed my eyes and kept the original posture. When I was half asleep, my hearing became more acute. The rustling of clothes rubbing against each other and the sound of breathing that was more concealed than I seemed to be urging me to start again. fall asleep.

"No need," before leaving, he added as if making a promise to someone: "I won't leave until she fully wakes up."

The vibration of the chest cavity is transmitted to the eardrum faster than the sound through conduction, and I have captured what I want to hear: it will not leave.

So I completely let go of the last sliver of worry, rubbed the fluff on my cheek, babbled a little in my sleep, and fell asleep again.

Good night, Mr. Tomama.

"Good night, Huahua."

The second time I woke up was hungry, rolled out of bed top-heavy, and found myself lying in the apartment room, the air conditioner was turned on at just the right temperature, the quilt smelled of fabric softener, and the blackout curtains were drawn tightly ,as well as--

Small suspenders and hot pants for going out before going to bed.

The large Xiaopao was neatly folded and put aside.

I squinted my eyes and looked at it for a while, and I always felt that I could see a sense of crampedness from the meticulous edges and corners of the stack.

...probably out of sleep.

I shook my head, unscrewed the doorknob, paused, and remembered that it was not my home after all, so I couldn't be so casual, so I simply went back, picked up a coat and put it on my shoulders, buttoned it carefully, and tied it. A good belt, and then floated out to find something to eat.

My body tells me I'm in a mid-sleep forced-waking state, so I'm going to make a quick fix, find something to pad my stomach and get back to sleep.

High-quality sleep is rare and should be cherished.

It should be daytime outside, and I left the dim room suddenly, and I was stimulated to close my eyes without adapting to the change of light.

"Hungry?" A medicine bottle with a familiar grip was stuffed in my hand, and Mr. Tomama who appeared at an unknown time blocked the light source for me, "Drink this first."

The bottle cork has been opened, and the full experience of being fed made me not even think about it. I lifted the bottle and poured it into my mouth: "Ton, ton, ton... Gulu."

Peach flavor, the flavor of juice is very strong, it is estimated to be an improved version, but there is still a hint of rust that cannot be concealed.

I drank this before when I was so hungry that my sanity evaporated.

The bad association made me frown, and I muttered and complained: "Don't make up the magic."

"Well, no refill." The empty bottle was taken back, and then another bottle was stuffed into my hand, "Drink this again."

The tentacles were warm, I put the bottle under my nose vigilantly, stretched out my other hand, and slapped it in the standard posture of testing chemical agents.

Milky and tangy.

"This is," I asked uncertainly, "milk?"

"you guess."

I didn't smell the strange smell of medicine, I thought hard for a second, and drank it all in one gulp.

"It's over." I obediently handed the bottle out.

"Okay," there was no next bottle to be stuffed this time. "Still hungry?"

"Huh?" I slowly tilted my head, touched my stomach, and said hesitantly, "It seems... not hungry anymore?"

The sense of urgency that caused him to urge to eat was gone, and the hot milk he just poured warmed him up and made him even sleepier.

wrong.

This abnormal drowsiness is like adding a sleep aid——

Well, sleep aids are something Mr. Tomama can do.

When I found out that I was lonely, I was furious: "Damn it, you...don't talk about martial arts..."

"That kind of thing is not necessary to deal with disobedient people," Mr. Tokena pinched my shoulders and spun around, and even opened the door of the room for me intimately, "Or, do you treat ninjas, or for me--"

Pushing against my back with my palm just resolved my weak resistance, and the conspirator with ease showed the corner of his fangs: "——What misunderstanding?"

The place where the back touched was numb, my brain was dazed, and I followed his words subconsciously: "No, right? You haven't always been like this and never concealed it... It's not the first day I know you."

While talking, I put my hand on my chin and said to myself: "...That's right, I'm narrow-minded, um, the so-called ninja doesn't stick to the rules."

Of course, Huahua, I will never admit defeat easily.

I gathered my scattered thoughts and turned sideways with the door panel in my arms.

"But Mr. Feima, the truth is this." I yawned for a long time under the cover of my movements, and my expression inevitably showed a trace of sadness and anger: "But you should give me some time to wash up. .”

That's right, wash up.

God knows how long it has been since I fell asleep, even if there is no special discomfort in the senses, but I just can't get over this hurdle in my heart.

Going to bed without brushing your teeth, washing your face, taking a shower, or even changing your pajamas can be directly listed as one of the most unbearable behaviors in my life.

No sleep is complete without a hot bath!The enemy of life!

As a result, the person in front of me seemed to be afraid that I would run away. The dose was perfectly controlled, and the time left was only enough for me to force myself to attack verbally. If I really lay down in the bathtub, the situation could be fast forwarded to drowning myself.

Who dares to wave.

"That's all?" Mr. Feima's voice seemed a little surprised, and that very strong gaze lingered on my face for a while, as if waiting for me to say something.

And I, who have already finished outputting, will be so sleepy that I will start nodding.

Hurry up.

I forced my eyelids up and glanced at him urgently.

He raised his hand suddenly before I was so dazed that I nearly fell over.

Ok?

Why is this person's chakra so confused all of a sudden?

Originally, I dared to dance wildly on the bottom line only by relying on my unique perception. I immediately froze, covered the frizzy hair on my arms, tried to widen my eyes, quietly stepped back half a step, and then stopped suddenly, even though I was guilty, Also express your inner grievances: "...what, why?"

"No. It's nothing." The hand stopped in mid-air, and instead of falling on me, it covered his own eyes. In the dimness, I heard Mr. Tomama laugh, "Okay, sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

... In fact, it is best not to have a next time.

"Okay." Anyway, the process is not important, at least the result is that I got the answer I wanted, and I moved forward a few inches in small steps contentedly: "Then, the last thing, I promise it is really the last It's over!"

Mr. Feijian probably lost his temper because of me, and his tone was extremely helpless: "What's the matter?"

"Well, I remember I saved a hug with you before." I knocked my increasingly heavy head on the door panel to relieve the pressure, and tried my best to control my voice not to disappear: "That, does it still count?"

"...Yes." He paused and confirmed to me again, "Now?"

"Yeah." I shook my head up and down in affirmation.

From the brief touch just now, I seem to smell the bitter black coffee from his cuff.

It's the kind of coffee that doesn't add a drop of milk or a gram of sugar. It tortures the taste buds, and the effect is just refreshing bitter coffee.

What on earth did he do while I was asleep to bring out this almost pickled smell?

Has he really had a good rest?

— needs further confirmation.

I stretched out my hands towards the person in the backlight.

No matter how tight the cover is, it can't match the distance. When my palms completely touch you, my ears can easily catch the beating of the chest cavity. All your cover-ups——

They are all paper tigers!

This is a conspiracy, do you dare to accept it, Mr. Feijian?

The breeze gently lifted the heavy blackout curtains, and a ray of light came in. At this moment, I could clearly see the eyes of this person with unknown emotions.

——Thousands of hands are not afraid of any strategy.

He gladly accepted.

The strong coffee smell with bitterness and mellowness surrounds me.

"Tell me," he asked in a low voice, "what did you find?"

"Coffee, pulp and ink." Drowsy from the smell of bitter coffee, I ran halfway, and I accurately dug out the trace of deep-hidden exhaustion from the sea-like amount of information, and said quietly, "It really doesn't come as I expected. material."

It is the taste of knowledge.

This man definitely reads day and night.

"Indeed," the suspect admitted, "perception has improved a lot."

"It's like some kind of strange ability test," I withdrew from the coffee crowd, muttering, "And you're too obvious."

Not to mention being on guard, it's simply opening the door wide open, waiting in vain.

That is to say, I am more polite, click until the end, and slip away when I touch something I want to confirm.

Such exhaustion and depression like a sea and a mountain...

I recovered from the short hug, pursed my lips, and looked at the person standing silently at the door.

Although I did have the idea of ​​showing him the new world and new knowledge of the 21st century, I didn't expect that the speed at which he absorbed all of this would be so terrifying.

——Longing like a bottomless pit.

"Mr. Tomama."

This person is one of the founders of Konoha, the brain that processes information, the link that coordinates relationships, and is full of conspiracy.

At the same time, it is also the brain of reform and the hope of receiving new knowledge.

The burden on his shoulders is no less than that of Mr. Hashirama.

——For such a person who is thinking so hard about the new future, I am so powerless to persuade him.

What to say?

I could only smile and say, "Please pay attention to your body and love yourself."

And: "This time, I will take a good rest—then, good afternoon, Mr. Tomama."

Healing the injury early can also do something for him and for these people who are working hard for a better future.

……

This time it was really deep sleep.

The two bottles of medicine that Mr. Toika handed over are quite useful. The former should be used as fuel for replenishing dormancy recovery, and the latter is a stabilizer to ensure that I can be in a high-efficiency dormancy state.

The worries were gone, and with the help of medicine, the will to recover overwhelmed everything. The dark wounds and losses left in the three worlds were fully repaired during this long, high-quality sleep.

This feeling was so blissful that I was a little greedy for this comfort when I woke up with full blood.

In other words, for the first time in my life, I stayed in bed.

Is it the depravity of human nature or the truth? After breaking away from the step-by-step social animal life and playing the leading role of a kingly and hot-blooded girl manga, this can be said to be the first time I have slept late.

It always sounds a little sad, but I prefer to call it not forgetting the original intention.

I rolled stubbornly and pushed myself out of the soft bed.

"The air and the world are much fresher." After I relaxed, I felt that everything was pleasing to the eye. First, I charged the mobile phone that had been turned off automatically, and then rushed into the bathroom to wash myself thoroughly.

By the time I walked out of the steamy bathroom wiping my dripping hair, the restarted phone was about to be overwhelmed by the rush of news.

"Wow, isn't it." I held the phone that was still vibrating, and my heart was shocked, "Is there only a few contacts in total?"

Half of it was the information bombardment of the two Gojo Satoru, most of which were some experience sharing about today's angry old oranges and nine consecutive pictures of students' ugly photos, and among them, Fu Heihui with a stinky expression accounted for the majority.

Double Wujo enlightenment, double torment, thank you, Fuhei-kun.

In addition to these, there are some sympathy messages from the first and second grades added earlier, as well as the taciturn and taciturn star chasers who are completely different from reality, with a set of emojis.

Senior Goujuan really likes "Naruto". - Knotweed language.

No way, old Two-dimensional people. ——Panda message.

Of course, the most disturbing thing is not this.

I looked at a certain message lying quietly on the friend application list with a distorted expression, and the frontal photo of the white-haired and red-eyed thousand-handed frontal photo taken from "Naruto Biography" that could not be ignored.

It's Senshou Banma himself.

"This world is so magical." I tremblingly passed this application, feeling that I still lacked cultivation.

No, I can't watch it anymore.

I reluctantly locked the screen of my phone.

This electronic device is such a time killer, I have work to do.

Ha, let me see if the Immortal Cultivator's Thousand Hands Door turned into coffee essence during the time I fell asleep.

"Surprise!" I slammed the door open and ran towards the large group of chakras guarding the living room: "Good morning, Mr. Tomama!"

"Morning, all recovered?"

Wearing a pair of glasses, a person from the Warring States Period retracted his vigilance and skillfully closed the book in his hand. My sharp eyes saw the title on the cover - "Das Kapital".

? !

I couldn't help it, and took another look.

This world is really magical.

——I actually saw the neon man from the neon background flipping Marx in neon!

Moreover, judging from the comments above, he is about to finish this book.

"How did you come up with the idea to watch this?" I was a little at a loss, similar to the feeling that Amway has not started yet, but it turns out that the other party already understands it more thoroughly than me, the person who sells Amway.

Surprised, with horror, a little pride, and a sense of separation.

"I originally thought that you should pay attention to the constitutional monarchy?" I looked at the book list next to him incoherently: "State and Revolution", "Poverty of Philosophy", "German Ideology", "When the Stars of Mankind Shine" , "General History of the World"... Except for a few books about the evolution of major historical events, almost all of them are related to historical materialism and the proletariat.

"There's no reason, it's just that I've been looking at this recently." Mr. Tomama took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, "Knowledge doesn't matter standpoint or right or wrong, it depends on the person who uses it, and I'm the same for what you said look in."

... Do you mean the pile of books in the corner with the stack of sealed scrolls?

After a quick scan, I saw several familiar ones, such as "The Prince", such as "The Spirit of Laws".

Those are just a corner of the huge mountain of books, many of which are original texts and translations together, and what is even more frightening is that I saw a very, very familiar one in it. In the past, every household would have a red book.

"Those," I pointed to that corner, and said my words carefully: "Have you seen them all?"

I made up my mind, as long as he dares to nod his head, even if he will be beaten to death later, I will bring this person down!

From the moment I turned on the phone, I already guessed that the time I fell asleep this time was not shorter than the previous few times, not more than a week, but compared to the amount shown, the time in a week was clearly too little.

He should have been forced to rest before!

"Of course it's useless." Mr. Tomama said with a smile, "I'm not that powerful yet, those are all ready to be brought back...well, put your fists away, I have a sense of proportion."

Really, I don't believe it at all.

I was not false when my intentions were seen through, and I calmly dissipated the power I used for my intentions.

"Books are easy to transport and store, and I shouldn't be the only one reading them," he said, with a hint of embarrassment and regret in his words: "The technology is still not mature enough, otherwise it would be more convenient to bring electronic devices."

Does this person still want to set off an information revolution?

Feeling that I faintly touched the madness belonging to "Thousand Hands", I trembled a little.

The madness of reformers.

"Mr. Tomama," I looked at him with unconcealed concern, "Do you know Pandora's Box?"

"Catastrophe, or hope." Mr. Feima really knew, and he replied almost instantly.

"Then you also know—"

Advanced is not necessarily salvation, more will be regarded as a lunatic, two or 30 years ahead is innovation, and one hundred or more years ahead is heresy.

And over the years, reformers rarely have a good death.

"I know." He pressed his fingers on a book, and his red pupils glowed brightly in the sunlight.

It is bold and fearless, rigorous and meticulous, it is "Konoha".

"Don't worry, Huahua." He sorted out the books one by one, "For us, you are the last hope left in the box."

"Since you said so," such a heavy entrustment, my first reaction was not "I can't bear it", but:

"Leave it to me, I will definitely keep it."

……

If it is said that the first thing I do after fully recovering is to stare at Mr. Toama and go to rest.

Then the second thing is to go to the appointment of Maki in the Buddhist monastery.

The second generation of Tian and Tyrant said that he wanted to try Senshou's Taijutsu for a long time.

That was the plan at first, but it was delayed by various things, and this time I finally made it out.

Think of it as rehabilitation and functional exercise after injury.

Unlike me, probably because spell tools are consumables for conjurers, Chanyuan Maki, um, Maki is good at many weapons. Basically, several commonly used weapons can be held and danced in hands.

"Senior, it's even more rare for you to smash to the end with a weapon like this." Maki, who was thrown off by me with bare hands, grinned and put back the dislocated shoulder, and recommended the broad ax in my hand again: "You really don't want to try it. Do you want to try this?"

I was very moved and refused: "No."

One vibration of the weapon is enough, as for the big fan, it is more of an auxiliary plug-in.

"Okay, I really reminded you." Maki withdrew her hand regretfully, her expression changed when she turned her head, "Okay, you can get ready now, don't miss this opportunity! Line up one by one to get the number plate. "

I somehow developed into a wheel fight and a ring fight: "Ha, wait?"

"Get out of the way, I'm the next one!" A few people who didn't listen to people's words fought on their own, and finally the only girl—Nagizaki Ye Qiangwei stood in front of me with all her strength and smiled. Shy and murderous: "Please advise, senior!"

I found that I couldn't refuse and was even eager to try: "...All right."

The result of letting go of myself is that this group of people was wiped out under my hands.

A few people were lying on the edge of the temporary ring, I secretly stepped back on the branches protruding from the soil, showing a harmless smile.

Alas, there are more than a dozen, and there is no weapon in hand. For the face of the senior, no one said anything about relying on Mu Dun's support for a little bit.

Kizaki Wild Rose, who was tripped several times: "...Damn it!"

"It's been a long time since I've been active, and I'm a little overwhelmed." I helped these temporarily immobile people one by one and stuffed them under the umbrella: "Do you want me to take you to the school hospital?"

"No need!" "Don't!" "No no no!"

These people refused one after another, expressing that they could not afford to lose face.

"I'll be able to move after lying down for a while." Physique monster Hu Zhang said.

"I'm ready." Maki, who was the first to finish the fight and recovered the fastest, took a step back.

"Salmon salmon salmon cough cough..." This is the dog curly spine spraying medicine down the throat.

"Okay." I withdrew my hand that was going to help others, and decided to focus on the patient's wishes, "But it's the first time I've encountered your fighting style."

At least before, I basically relied on instinct to fight, and rarely encountered battles that really relied on brains and tactics.

This kind of incompatibility caused me to suffer a lot of dark losses when I first faced Nagizaki Wild Rose. It was thanks to my solid foundation that I didn't overturn.

"Thank you for your advice, I have benefited a lot—this sentence is the truth, and it is not polite at all. Ms. Nagasaki should be the most understanding?"

To express my gratitude, I condensed the weak power of Mutun on my fingertips, and pressed her sore calf, "Is this better?"

"Thank you, thank you," the girl blushed a little, "It's much better."

"Huahua's style is more of that kind, one power down ten times, intuitive brutalism?" Pang Da, who took advantage of the species and did not completely fall down, concluded: "In short, for us, this kind of experience against the enemy is also very good. valuable."

"That's right, the summary is super correct." I held out my hand approvingly.

Pang Da, who understands people's hearts very well, and I palmed each other tacitly: "It's a win-win situation!"

After the exchange of force, it was time for gossip.

So when a few Two-dimensional people awkwardly mentioned Naruto, I wasn't surprised at all.

"That's "Naruto"!" The leader of the knotweed was envious, "We all watched it grow up, the ninjutsu is so handsome, and the spiral pill is so handsome. At first, I thought that the spell could do it I have been waiting for a long time to rub the spiral pills in my hands."

Dog Juan, who was unable to speak because of the language, kept nodding aside.

"That's right!" I turned on the mic enthusiastically, and I was perfectly integrated into it: "It's very exciting for people in comics to appear in reality, I understand!"

"So," an orange head joined in, Nagasaki Hiroshi showed a curious look, "is the beautiful Uchiha really beautiful?"

I was asked a card.

"Ah, it's true that I haven't seen many Uchihas... But," my expression became firm: "Really, um!"

I still have a poster of Uchiha Tendan in my room.

"Oh--"

Twitter, twitter, twitter, twitter, twitter.

I followed the topics of these people very cooperatively, satisfying their innocuous curiosity, while reaching into my pocket, pressing off the lit phone interface, swiping up, and exiting.

There, there is an latest message from Gojo Satoru this morning.

Questions about the mental state of these students.

Before this, I could clearly feel the depressing atmosphere. The summer is sultry and the number of spell spirits has increased sharply. These people must have been busy coming and going, and finally met them. I have to say something happy to relax.

Thanks to Kishimoto for providing such a world where fantasy can flourish for teenagers.

I don't know how to work as a professional psychiatrist, but in terms of short-term relaxation in my spare time, I'm fine.

This wave, this wave is Two-dimensional saving the world.