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

When I got rid of the unstable factors on Gojo Satoru's side and rushed back aggressively, Mr. Tomama was packing his bunch of scrolls.

Experimental equipment can be disassembled. Except for a few harmless and public information, all dangerous paper materials are taken away, all electronic materials are shredded and processed, and the backup is the same. Stack space scrolls.

A middle-aged man in a suit with thin eyes and hair profusely dissuaded him: "Please consider carefully, once the data is destroyed, it cannot be retrieved, and there will be errors..."

"No need, I've written it all down." Mr. Tomona crossed his arms and personally supervised the progress bar running on the interface, "I can make those things for the first time or the second time. Restrictions are a curse."

The aura was so strong that the dissuading people lost their voices.

I kept the posture of opening the door, looking at this form of plucking wild goose: "Mr. Feima?"

"Are you back?" He put down his folded arms and turned his head without any surprise, "It seems that there are no extra problems."

"Yes," I carefully jumped over the large piece that fell on the ground, "Are you going back?"

"Don't worry, those are all sundries that need to be destroyed," Mr. Tomama nodded, "Yes, the original plan was to go back after you are cured, but this time it has exceeded expectations by a lot, and the harvest to make up for your mistakes has also been temporarily saturated Now, it's time to go back."

Another reason he didn't mention is that he always feels a chill down his spine recently, which is the familiar bad feeling of being missed by his elder brother.

Must go back and see.

I shyly pushed the sundries on the ground together: "Oh..."

But I haven't shown you a good look at the world yet.

"It's enough." Tokima-san tapped my head lightly, "What you showed me is enough, and it would be greedy to stay any longer."

"..." I touched my head, which didn't hurt at all, and didn't speak.

"You," he laughed, with a rare gentle voice, "Konoha is always there when you want to come back."

The man in the suit I didn't know bid farewell and left when I entered the door. In this temporary apartment, two residents will leave soon.

Yes, I should go too.

Go on to the next leg of your trip.

What kind of emotion can accompany people to the end?No.

So after all these years, I feel that being alone is the best, free, casual, and can start adventures anytime, anywhere, meet people, get acquainted, and leave, and then leave a luminous memory. As for being too empty.

But once in a while, I feel a little lonely.

...It's all because Gojo Satoru's emotions affected me.

I rubbed my face vigorously, trying to get out of this depressed mood.

Facts have proved that when the mood is low, the more you care about it, the lower you will be, especially when there is a reassuring existence beside you.

"Woo," I, who failed in the mediation, turned my face away and lowered my head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

The person in front of him took a few steps back, and then, the sound of deliberate footsteps gradually faded away.

I loosened my tense shoulders and blinked quickly, when a steaming glass appeared in front of me.

"?!" I widened my eyes in astonishment and forgot to pick it up.

"Either?" The person who went back and forth and stopped the sound of footsteps moved forward again, "Don't worry, I didn't add anything this time."

The tip of my nose moved uncontrollably, and the mellow and sweet aroma of milk pressed against my cheeks with heat.

I hold it with both hands: "Yes."

It also needs to be added.

The temperature in the throat is high, but for people like me whose oral epithelial cells are not hot enough, this is actually just right, and even the sweetness is just right. After drinking a glass of milk, I feel soothed.

All the warm lights in the room were turned on, the TV switch in the living room was also turned on, the loud voice of the idiot variety show came from the stereo, and the person who had done all this turned around, continued to finish the previous work, and jumped on several topics , casually said: "The materials are not enough this time, next time I come here, I will bring a tool for easy communication. What do you prefer? Pendant, wristband, or something more modern?"

I held my empty cup, listened to the noisy background sound, and answered according to my feeling: "...a pendant?"

The previous Flying Thunder God Shuriken was also hung as a pendant by me, and this was my first reaction.

"Okay." He opened the scroll and wrote down the plan on a list, "Just wait."

I sat down slowly along the sofa, watched him put the removed precision parts back into the sealing scroll bit by bit, thought for a while, and asked: "...do you have anything else to tell me? "

"Where do you mean?" He took a seal with one hand. The sundries on the floor were smashed by the water flow, and then dried by the flames, scorched and caught fire, and finally burned out. The dancing flames around him were printed on him. In his eyes, the words he spoke carried the unique tolerance of the elderly, "There are some, and now is not the time."

The sofa is very soft, so soft that I can sink my whole body into it, the light is warm, and my stomach is also warm. I can't help but relax, thinking: What kind of words can make him so cautious.

I thought of Konoha's reform direction, thought of the dispute between Senju and Uchiha, thought of Mr. Hashirama who wrote in the original book that he died in Shengnian, and even thought of my own injury. I thought a lot, and thought of dizziness , and finally give up.

Forget it, he should have said it when the time came.

I said honestly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Toikama, I can't guess."

"I didn't let you guess," his voice was always quiet with a hint of restraint, as if he was avoiding the sense of command caused by the gap in experience, so as to make the conversation more equal: "I will see when the time comes, If it's not here... then it's not here, and that's fine."

After packing the last scroll, he raised his hand, as if he wanted to rub my head, but after a pause, he took it back, turned a corner, and handed a box of toilet paper to me: "Milk stains, Wipe."

"!" I took it quickly and took out a mouth covering, "I'm sorry you didn't see anything!"

"Okay, I didn't see it."

Very good, after doing this, my mentality is back.

Facts have proved that the low adjustment still depends on the embarrassment caused by making a fool of yourself.

……

Mr. Tomama was very active. He finished packing that afternoon and decided to leave that evening.

Just like when I came, I was the only bystander who witnessed the coming and going of this person across time and space, so I was left alone in the empty living room.

This time, I didn't half-blind myself by using Sharingan curiously. After the sense of fluctuation in the space was smoothed out, I breathed out slowly.

How should I put it, that's fine, I'm the one watching off, it's better than saying goodbye without saying goodbye.

Rather, I actually prefer this mode after being sent off all the time.

I opened the window, and the wind from the high-rise building made the curtains rattle. Gojo Satoru, who had been here for an unknown amount of time, turned around and said, "Is everything all right?"

"Well, I don't know many people, and the high school has already said goodbye." I nodded to him with a serious expression, "Let's go."

"Before then, I'll show you a friendly army." He didn't keep his eyes open, and raised his head: "Come out."

The slight friction of the light armor aroused my vigilance, and my keen hearing immediately caught the footsteps of leather boots stepping on the concrete wall, and then a figure fell lightly from above.

"Yakuken Toshiro."

Fu Sangshen, with black hair and purple pupils, put away the dagger that was shining with a dark glow in his hand, straightened up from the edge of the balcony where he was standing, and put the knife back into its sheath.

"No. Honmaru AR0003, the second unit, captain, come to support."