[Hokage] It's not over yet

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The whirlpool sunflower stood alone under the shade of the tree, neither far nor close to the crowd, maintaining just the right distance.

She watched everyone standing in the grand picnic in the suburbs, talking and laughing happily. The elder brother and sister-in-law were in the middle of the crowd, and behind them stood father and aunt Ying. The four talked and laughed, and were very close.

The sister-in-law is leading a clever and cute boy. He wears a small paper-made crown on his head and a pair of mischievous eyes that turn left and right, obviously inheriting his brother's character.

On the table next to it was a large three-tiered cake with the words, Happy Fifth Birthday Uzumaki Sato.

Uzumaki Boren and Uzumaki Sharana are another match made in heaven in the eyes of everyone.

However, the girl with black hair and blue eyes stood aside, squinting her eyes slightly to look over, the expression on her beautiful face was a kind of indifference and calmness that did not match her age.People say that she has a weird temperament, and the older she gets, the less she looks like that optimistic Hokage child.

At this time, when someone in the crowd waved to her, she saw it, showed a gentle smile, and bowed slightly in a polite and thoughtful manner.

This is the teaching left by her mother, and she must obey it at all times.

"Why don't you smile?"

Suddenly a strange voice came from behind.

Sun Kui turned her head in amazement, and a young man fell lightly from the treetop above her head, and stood in front of her, with the wind blowing her long waist-length black hair slightly.Her ninjutsu is very superb, and she has few rivals among her peers, but she didn't even notice when this person approached her behind silently.

The strange boy in front of him was about the same age as her, handsome in appearance, with long black hair that was a bit naturally curly, tied behind his head and falling on his left shoulder.His appearance is a typical Japanese, but the clothes under the cloak look like a foreigner, and the sword tied with an indigo string at his waist is also Western style.

Seeing her wary look, he scratched his head in embarrassment, showed a shy smile, and said gently: "I'm sorry, did I make you angry by showing up suddenly?"

...It's so strange that a boy can blush so easily.She complained silently in her heart, and then replied lightly: "No. It's just, why are you talking to me?"

"I just think that your long hair is beautiful. If it can match your smile, it must look even better." The young man blurted out this kind of compliment naturally, and his handsome black eyes stared at her face motionlessly, sincerely Unbelievable, at this time, I don't feel ashamed at all.

Sun Kui was a little stunned, bit her lip, and couldn't help lowering her eyes when he saw her.

Didn't I just laugh?He wanted to be brave like this, but he didn't say it after all.I don't know why, as long as she faces a dark-eyed opposite sex like him, she is always easy to get tricked.Moreover, this boy's tenderness and blushing somehow reminded her of the person she missed the most.

"...Where did you come from and what are you doing here?" In the end, she just asked.

"I came from overseas," the boy replied honestly, "I want to return a letter for my master to the bastard Cheng Mao in Muye Village."

His voice and tone were gentle and polite, but suddenly a "bastard orange hair" popped out of this serious answer, almost making Sunflower choke on his own saliva.

But for some reason, he really wanted to laugh. Sun Kui looked at him in a natural daze, and a small smile appeared on his accustomed indifference lips: "Cough, um... I can take you with me." Go to him. I am his daughter, the Whirlpool Sunflower."

Hearing these words, the boy seemed a little surprised, and suddenly began to look seriously at the beautiful girl in front of him.

Those black eyes, which didn't know how to hide at all, took a close look at her slightly smiling face, and even looked at Sun Kui until his face turned red, and he lowered his head again.

Suddenly, the boy held her hands and smiled happily at her: "I know about you."

Those tender and white hands trembled lightly in his palm like a frightened bird, but they didn't break free: "... who are you?"

With his dark and gentle eyes, he looked at the girl who pursed her lips in front of him, and at her shyness that could not be concealed by indifference, and slowly replied:

"My name is Xue Zhisheng."