Quest Master of Konoha: Chapter 59 once

Kakashi, lost.

Although he still has other means that he has not used, but if he loses, he will lose. There is no need for any sophistry. Kakashi and Yakumo re-established the seal of reconciliation.

"I didn't expect...you are so much stronger than me."

"I'm only slightly better." Yakumo put away the purple fire and said very modestly, while Hatake Sakumo smiled and said nothing.

After the discussion, Yakumo secretly asked Kakashi for another corpse-dissolving water and trace-removing powder, which made up for the deficit after Keisuke Shimizu was resolved.

Back in the house, Yakumo took two milk balls, and Mori Masako pushed in the door not long afterward. Mori Masako has been very strange these days...as if she was looking forward to...and she seemed to be on the verge of disappointment.

"Yakumo, you didn't prepare a present for me, did you?"

Under the orange light, the girl's eyes were full of sorrow, like a sharp sword hitting her heart.

"Damn... It's all to blame for the milk ball tearing down the house that day..."

In three seconds, there is only rotten cotton left on such a big sofa... Milk Ball's power to demolish the house is so terrifying, now that I think about it, Yakumo still has a chill on his back.

Milk Ball got angry a few times, he was afraid that he would go bankrupt.

"Really ready." Yakumo Yuyin.

With a bang, a delicate crystal square box was spit out from the storage scroll. Inside the transparent box were neatly placed silver and gold dresses. The scattered crystals reflected the lights, shining like stars.

"So beautiful..." Mori Masako sighed instinctively.

This dress cost two-thirds of Yakumo's mission. It is said that there is only one piece in the entire country of fire. After five years of handcrafting and customization, every stitch and every strand is full of unique ingenuity.

"I'm so moved... Is this really for me?"

"Of course..." Yakumo solemnly placed the crystal box in Sen Yazi's hand and sincerely pleaded.

"Live on, I want to see this dress on you the day..."

"Mmmm!" Mori Masako nodded vigorously.

The two came to the training ground, and after their daily sparring, they lay on the ground and looked at the stars in the sky.

"Do you know why I'm so obsessed with you?"

Mori Yazi struggled to sit up, and slowly retracted her legs and placed her chin on her knees. This action suddenly made her a little weaker, like an abandoned animal, and she was really showing a strong feeling. of sadness.

"When I was four years old... I got sick for the first time. My father didn't hesitate to reveal his identity. With the identity certificate of his grandfather back then, he found Tsunade-sama... I went through half a month of treatment in secret, and was finally sentenced to death... Probably only Live to be around 14 to 19 years old."

Yakumo sat up and looked at Mori Masako's profile in the moonlight. She was unreliable for most of the time they spent together, which would make him have an illusion... She didn't seem to be unhappy or sad. this emotion.

Yakumo suddenly realized that it was because the gift touched the softness of her heart, which made her willing to show the part that was wrapped in the hard shell.

"I was really sad during that time... I couldn't accept my fate, I couldn't accept that I would die in bed when I was a teenager."

"Frankly speaking, I was very desperate during that time. I even resented my parents a little bit in my heart. In this torture, I opened the wheel-eye. My father said that my talent was higher than his, and to me, those red eyes were a curse. "

Yakumo quietly looked at Mori Masako's profile. At this time, he only needed to be a good listener.

"One day, I was in a daze on the street and resented the injustice of fate. I happened to see you being beaten by four or five children. This kind of thing is very common and I don't have the idea of ​​meddling..." Mori Yazi suddenly paused for a moment. .

After a little memory, Hachi found the original owner's memory of this part in his mind. It seems that Yoshiko Mori finally shot the little gangsters away, and the two of them became good friends from that day on.

"Then...you suddenly shouted..."

"You can hit me, but please don't hit me in the face, thank you for your cooperation!"

Mori Masako suddenly laughed, as if trying her best to imitate Yakumo's tone at that time.

"I laughed like I do now... Your loud cry at that time made a crack in the haze in my heart... Light poured in. "

"Thinking about it now, at that time I was like a lost person waiting to be redeemed, and you became my light."

Yakumo recalled the scene at the time. The original owner seemed to be almost crying after being beaten, and suddenly saw Yoshiko Mori through the gap, who was the original owner's only... friend. Out of self-esteem or not wanting to be looked down upon by friends, the original owner held back tears and shouted that sentence...

"Since then we have become friends. At that time, you were timid and cowardly... but you were so optimistic..."

He inherited the identity and memory of the original owner, and was naturally influenced by this memory. With Mori Yoshiko's narration, he recalled everything that happened at the beginning as if he had experienced it.

"Actually, it's not necessarily you who became the light, but you happened to appear at that time...and you can't replace it..."

Mori Masako suddenly raised her head, as if she had made up her mind. She looked at Yakumo's face and said solemnly.

"Yayun, let's be together~www.mtlnovel.com~ pfft...don't make trouble." Yakumo immediately retracted his gaze, he is only seven years old now, he is still a child... not to mention the serious people who fall in love at the age of seven ?

"I'm serious... Then we will strive to have a child at the age of thirteen, and then another at the age of fourteen..."

"Did you want to say... In this case, even if I'm gone, someone will accompany you." Yakumo interrupted Mori Masako's design for the future.

Mori Yazi's tone was very familiar to him, just like when the old man who lived for ninety-seven years had a meeting to explain his last words, and then he passed through... the old man was one hundred and six... and he was still alive and kicking.

"...No." Mori Masako looked away.

"I said...you will be cured, you should have some confidence in your attending physician." Yakumo said sternly.

"I have a lot of confidence in you...just..."

"There is no just, there is no but, there is no turning point, I will definitely save you." Yakumo repeated solemnly again staring at Mori Masako's eyes.

"Okay." Mori Masako lowered her head.

"But it's not a conflict!"

You saved you... I gave birth to mine... This is called Plan B! "

Mori Masako spoke in a low voice again, the unreliable attributes of the Thousand Hands family once again occupied the high ground of her thoughts.

"Oh, please leave mellowly... Thank you."

"Bang..." Mori Masako was locked out by Yakumo again.

In fact, what Masako Mori doesn't know is... Her appearance is also a kind of salvation for the original owner. She is also the light of the original owner, which makes his desperate life a little more colorful.

"Hey... Two desperate people warm each other up."

"What an old-fashioned plot..."

Yakumo sighed, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and separated into a shadow clone to practice palm immortality.

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