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

"This is Mr. Tomama, mine..." I paused, and picked another word without merit or demerit from my mind, "Senior I trust."

The man with white hair and red pupils, dressed as a ninja, nodded slightly: "Thousand-handed door."

Butterfly Ninja and Purgatory Xingshourou, who were the first to notice the strange smell nearby, immediately said "I recognize your voice" and "It's you who are crying at the little girl from across the world" - the above is actually purely my brain Supplement, it's actually just a clear expression.

"Brother of Hua?" Ms. Ninja, who is gentle and courteous, and has a certain amount of advance and retreat, let out a spring-like smile as a representative, "Good day, Your Excellency."

I stood aside as quietly as a chicken, watching this Konoha's former second generation, the current chief diplomat, amicably aligning the positions and goals of the two sides with full aura but extremely restrained.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Purgatory and Mr. Yuhao, two men who walked up to 1.8 meters above sea level, made a silent eye contact with this unexpected visitor, which I did not see, and finally nodded tacitly, indicating that the meeting was very harmonious.

"...?" Is this a man?

Sensing that the opening was coming to an end, I tugged at the hem of Mr. Tokima's clothes, and raised my head vigorously...Damn it, it's so high.

Standing among a group of men with an average height of 180, I look so short.

I looked in admiration at the butterfly · 151 · Shinobi, I · Huazike · is actually shorter · Huahua, and said to the ninja who was bowing slightly cooperatively: "Let's go?"

I decided to take Mr. Higama, who seemed to be still getting used to the environment, for a walk around the place, and by the way, watch the special training of the Demon Slayer Squad in full swing.

"This is the newly added space adaptation training," I pointed to a flexible and movable area with a strange layout, where a considerable group of team members had been lying here and there not long after. "It's a specially designed countermeasure against that unknown enemy with space capabilities."

"There is a training area divided by nine pillars." I pointed to the other side with significantly more people. "After completing all the trials, they will be assigned to this side for targeted special training."

"After passing through this corridor, there is the research area of ​​Miss Butterfly Ninja and another Mrs. Ghost named Zhu Shi." I kept walking, and pulled Mr. Feijian who didn't say a word, through the crowd. , "It is said that a spot-improving potion suitable for the physique of the people here has been researched."

"Everyone is doing their best to increase the chances of winning the decisive battle." I passed by a parkour scene with a grumpy white hair and a mohawk without squinting, and continued calmly "and got a good result. s return."

"What about you?" came the question from this senior who hadn't seen him for a long time from the side.

"Me?" Recalling all the things that came to this world, "I met a lot of admirable people, did what I thought I should do, and got rewards that I never thought of."

I thought of the magazine and the banner I kept so carefully, and repeated: "It's the best gift!"

The head was pressed with a smile.

...Another sequelae of getting shorter, someone always wants to rub my head.

I murmured a few words, nothing more than "I'm not really a child", "Hmph, I won't grow taller anyway", etc. I seemed to be talking to myself, but in fact I whispered BB words.

Mr. Tomona's eyes wandered past my head, landed on the bouquet I was pinching, and stayed there for a while.

Meaning: This is it?

I almost turned into a rage, I felt uncomfortable with empty hands when I made the request, is it wrong to want to find something to do?No!

"Cough," the coughing voice was trying to cover up, "Okay, you continue."

"Cough." So I also coughed, taking this opportunity to calm down the emotion of being blown up at one point.

It may be because I haven't been beaten violently for three months, and my skin is itchy.

I didn't want to be spanked across the world, I dutifully switched my mentality back to that of a shy girl, and continued.

"In short, there are hard work and difficulties. Several times I felt that I was going to fall." I smiled with a little embarrassment, "but more of it is the kind of satisfaction that can make people who are crying happily laugh .”

"According to my experience, there will be great restrictions on abilities after crossing the world." I glanced at the top tentatively, "Mr. Tomama should have felt it too?"

For example, the pressure from the world, the sense of pull, the ubiquitous sense of rejection and the suppression of forces that do not belong to this world.

Unexpectedly, the angle was chosen so poorly that I could only see the furry collar and the tight jaw.

And the breath perception I am proud of is useless in front of this person who is as restrained as a deep spring.

As a result, I found nothing.

……All right.

I simply gave up the detour, and confessed frankly: "So, in a word, you have seen it all, and I didn't want to call you because I couldn't beat you."

At this time, I just finished shopping around, and I shook the bunch of nondescript flower arrangements that had been mercilessly ridiculed in my hand, and opened the door forcefully with one hand——

The clamor of the new era belonging to 1915 poured in.

In fact, I am very happy here, so I also want you to share this happiness.

"Take it as a trip," I jumped out of the door first, and waved back: "Let's go, Mr. Toikama—"

The ninja, who has been taciturn since he appeared in the world, followed me step by step against the light, and stopped within a step away from me.

Taking advantage of the situation, he also took the bouquet of flowers that I was tossing about from my hand.

With nothing left, I hugged the sun, smiled and extended an invitation to this person again:

"Huahua takes you to see the new world!"

……

As night fell, the new neon lights of this era were lit up on both sides, and the few vehicles honked to push the wheel of history forward firmly.

Rail trains, wharf ships.

Mansion tram, dress shoes.

Steam electricity, mechanical revolution.

Taisho, this era standing on the shoulders of the giants of the "Meiji Restoration", slowly showed her appearance in front of us.

"Look at that luminous tower," I pointed enthusiastically at the twelfth floor in the distance, "It's called Lingyun Pavilion, or 'Asakusa Twelfth Floor'? It's the tallest building in this area in this era."

Such a building is still very impactful when placed among the low-rise buildings surrounded by Japanese and semi-Japanese styles.

I saw the emotion on Mr. Tomagama's face.

now it's right.

There are still a few stops to come, with good physical strength and fast pace, I have enough confidence to take this ninja to see the difference in the new world.

"...This is Tokyo Station, which was just completed last year, in 1914. The train will depart from here, transit, and take ordinary people who are not fast enough to cross the distance of space."

I took the people next to me to pass by Tokyo Station, which will also be an important hub of Japanese railway transportation in the future, and walk towards the more prosperous Asakusa night scene.

The autumn night breeze still carried the warmth of summer nights. Both sides were full of theater advertisements, and the streets were full of people. Newspapers flew up and caught my attention.

——The characteristics of the Taisho era include a unique blend of east and west, and a trend of romanticism.

A flourishing literature is also another legend of this era.

"Wait a minute," I rushed over, relying on my ability to read and guess the newspaper headlines, "—thanks for the two newspapers!"

""Yomiuri Shimbun"" I held up the paper in my hand as if showing off. No one could understand my excitement at the moment. If I did not make a mistake in my calculations, the words here will leave enough clear traces in history in the future.

"Look at the text on it?" I stuffed another newspaper in my hand into the hands of my followers.

"...and Akiko Yosano?" Mr. Tomona, whose reading and writing skills are obviously much better than mine, saw the largest section at a glance, and subconsciously read the poet's name. "female?"

"Yes!" I put away the newspaper contentedly after getting the answer I wanted, "This female poet has serialized poems and current reviews in this newspaper since the year before last."

"Question! What does this represent—" I held up the newspaper in my hand, as if raising a banner, and loudly posed a question to this seeking leader.

"Culture is open and tolerant to women." Living in an era that is more harsh on women, Qianshou gave a judgment without raising his head. I watched this man learn how to fold the newspaper properly and put it in his pocket. Among them, "It is indeed a good era."

"That's right," I said briskly, with eyebrows frowned, hiding the tears that suddenly welled up, "The prosperity of thought represents the prosperity of an era, even if... this is not my hometown, I will still stand for the era Cheers to the progress."

"It should be like this," the bright and dark lights softened this man's habitually stern expression, and I saw the nostalgic look of myself in his eyes. "Isn't your hometown undergoing an ideological revolution?"

"...!" I showed an unexpected expression, and then responded with a proud and bright smile: "As expected of Mr. Feima!"

I stuffed everything in my hands into this person's hands, and I rushed out again, "Wait for me a little longer."

This time, I rushed into a bookstore accurately, picked up a book placed in the most conspicuous position, and paid for it neatly.

Then it was handed over to the tall ninja who walked through the door slower than me.

"This period and the literature of Yosano-san are full of romanticism, you may not be used to it."

In fact, it's not just that he's not used to it. This person in Qianshou Feijian is different from Qianshouzhujian's kindness, sincerity, and inclusiveness. He is cautious and serious, extremely rational and always vigilant, making him like a taut string.

If he can relax a little with this trip, I've served my purpose.

"Mr. Tomama, maybe you can accept this?"

""Imperial Literature"?" The ninja named Qianshoubanjian cooperatively opened the cover, and his quick ability allowed him to read ten lines at a glance.

Then, when he turned to a certain page, his rapid page turning stopped.

I belatedly coincided with his voice at the moment: ""Rashomon""

"——The work of Mr. Yanagawa Tonosuke, a neo-realist writer."

I leaned over to the open page, and commented in a decent manner: "How about it, does it better suit your preference?"

In fact, I still have some pity, the time is too early, there are still 11 years to go before Junichiro Tanizaki's novel "Idiot's Love", and there are still [-] years to go before "Izu Dancer" by Yasunari Kawabata, the Nobel laureate, the ideological trend of literature is just now Rising, many things can not be shown yet.

But... be content.

In my perception, I finally heard the strict vigilance gradually lowered by the visitors from another world, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

There are actually many more after this, mechanical culture, electrical knowledge...

Time is limited and learning is endless, but at least happiness is instant.

Culture also knows no borders.

It's just... I secretly wanted to see Mr. Tomona's abacus holding a bunch of things didn't come true.

The eternal almighty Qianshouban never forgets to bring a sealed scroll when he goes out, and everything is perfectly stuffed in by him.

On the way back, the ninja who relaxed his posture raised a topic.

"What you are showing me is the prosperity of this land?"

"Yeah," I wasn't surprised that he could discover the hidden turmoil in this world, "I agreed to take you on a trip, and of course I want to show you the best I can think of."

"...Actually, it's not the best in my mind." I endured it, but I still couldn't help adding it, regretting my wrist and sighing.

But who let me be prevented from going out to sea by my stingy world consciousness.

"Anyway, we don't talk about war today." I wrinkled my nose. It is unpleasant to talk about war at any time, let alone the First World War at this time. If you really want to talk about it, it will be endless.

"Alright, why don't you talk about the romanticism you mentioned?" A solid supporter of realism, Qianshoubanjian, challenged me with a smile while holding the cut "Imperialism" in his hand.

The meaning of provocation is very strong, I can see it.

"...Well," I looked at Mr. Togama, who seemed to be in a particularly good mood, with a strong desire to survive, "Actually, I'm not a lover of romanticism?"

"If you really want to say it, I'm an omnivorous eater, I'll eat everything." I raised my eyebrows at Mr. Kamitoma and told the truth.

I always feel that Mr. Madara, who can resolutely implement the Moon Eye plan, is on the side of romanticism, or idealism?

Mr. Hashirama may be considered half.

Of course, I dare not say these words in front of Mr. Toikama.

"If you want me to describe it, let me think about how to say it..." I put my thumb on my chin and thought about it, trying to think of a metaphor that could convince him.

There was the sound of flapping wings in the sky, and I raised my head when I was thinking about it, and with my excellent eyesight, I saw the shadow of a bird flying by.

Looking at the bird feathers fluttering down, there was a flash of inspiration.

I subconsciously followed this aura——

"It's just like……"

"...the autumn wind, and the geese from afar, sent a dusty seed, no lighter than dust, to fall on your shoulders

When the snow fell in winter, you didn't stroke it away. "

I stumbled, I didn't know what I was talking about, but an inexplicable impulse prompted me to say these words without thinking.

"We all know that it doesn't affect the realism that you critically guard the world.

Not even the gentle wind and rain of a beautiful spring day can change you and it. "

I spoke more and more smoothly, and I didn't even notice when the people around me stopped.

"...until one day, when the summer thunder split the overwhelming clouds,

When you turn around—”

I turned my head at the same time, because the range was too large, I accidentally turned half a circle, but I didn't want to meet the eyes of the person who was already a few steps behind me.

Under the dim light, this person just looked at me so silently, listening to me slowly complete the last sentence:

"...I found a small red flower blooming on my shoulder."

"—that's my romanticism."

The unswerving realist seemed to be moved by this tiny romance for a moment, looking at the girl who seemed completely oblivious to the meaning of what he said.

"...Mr. Tomama?" She even asked in doubt.

"Why... the shoulder?" He didn't move, met my questioning gaze, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

I was taken aback for a moment, this question was like asking me why the sun is the sun, it was so difficult to answer.

Seeing that person seemed to be persistently waiting for an answer, I had no choice but to hesitate: "Yeah, it doesn't have to be the shoulder?"

"..."

"Wait a minute, Toma-san, what's your expression?"

"Are you laughing at me? Absolutely. I saw you laugh!"

"Damn it, what I said is so funny——"

"You haven't answered me what you think—"

"Don't go so fast—the sack—"