My Hidden Road

Since Nagato and Konan were here, Naoto couldn't explain many of the reasons. The only thing worth affirming was that Nagato had ill intentions towards him. If he hadn't been immortal, the injury just now would have been fatal if not treated immediately.

Why did Nagato kill himself? It was just because he was worried about the safety of Daibutsu and Jiosuke, not necessarily. There might be a hidden reason behind it.

He reached out and touched the healed wound, and the sky in the distance turned white. Naoto left the base in a hurry and was worried. He wanted to explain the reason to Hatosuke and Daibutsu, but unexpectedly Konan and Nagato followed him, and their reasons were impeccable.

Naoto is not afraid of Nagato, he is just a person without his own opinion, and Konan next to him is a thoughtful person. Just now, Konan could obviously prevent Nagato from killing him, but he just let Nagato do it. What made Nagato do it?

If the door attacks her, what makes Xiaonan let herself go?

There are Jiosuke and Daibutsu in the base. Naoto doesn't want to fall out with Nagato and Konan, so he can only leave in a hurry.

After a while, the dark sky was driven away, and the mountains could be seen from a distance on the vast land. Naoto was worried. Fortunately, the giant Buddha caught up with him, otherwise he would really have to break up with Hatosuke. In a sense, Naoto

I really became a loner.

The sky gradually became brighter, so I reached out and fiddled with the one-piece hood on my raincoat, and continued walking forward. I remembered that there was a market not far ahead, and I hoped it wasn't deserted yet. Naoto planned to go there to rest for a while to avoid the limelight.

Under the overcast and rainy sky, a dilapidated market is located on the plain, with a few smoke curling up, and residents are already making fires for cooking.

The market is still there, not abandoned, and there are still caravans carrying out smuggling activities in the market. Zhi Ren walked into the market according to the route he remembered. There used to be rain ninja guards but now they have given up and stepped on the muddy road.

The sound of horse hooves disrupted Naoto's thinking. He was thinking about a nearby hotel.

"Hey! The guy in front of you gives way."

Naoto glanced back and then stepped aside to avoid the carriage. A carriage passed by with loads of goods. Unexpectedly, this abandoned trade road was used again. As expected, commercial activities are the fastest way for human beings to open up land. It seems that

It is slowly becoming prosperous here.

Wandering around aimlessly in the market, a bakery caught Naoto's attention. After feeling through his pockets and bag, Naoto found that he didn't have a penny now. But what does it matter?

Naoto swaggered into the bakery, pushed open the door, and saw a woman with a scar on her face, and a young boy sitting on a small bench next to him, nibbling bread with his front teeth.

Throwing the long knife on the counter, Naoto said carelessly: "Boss, get some food."

The woman who was making flour saw the long knife on the counter, took a quick step and hugged her son who was sitting on the small bench, and screamed indistinctly "baiya", but Naoto didn't understand a word.

"Mute?"

There was a rustle in the house, and a thin middle-aged man covered in flour came out, holding a rolling pin in his hand. When he saw Naoto for the first time, the man rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.

land.

"Who are you?" the bakery owner asked hesitantly.

Naoto took off the hat on his head and smiled: "Boss, you don't recognize me so soon?"

"It's you, is it really you?" The bakery owner handed the rolling pin to the woman, and then gestured to her as if he wanted to tell the woman something. After a moment, the woman smiled awkwardly and put down the son in her arms.

"What a fate. I didn't expect to see you here again. The short winter melon back then has become a big boy, hahaha."

When he met an acquaintance, Naoto retracted his long knife and tied it on his back, looking at the woman and little boy beside him.

"Excuse me, are these the madam and the young master?"

"Hey!" The boss waved and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years and you are starting to be polite. You are not talking about madam and young master. These are my wife and son."

"you are married?"

"You have gone from a short melon to a young man. Why can't I get married?"

Naoto smiled dumbly and then asked: "I remember you left your hometown back then. When did you come back?"

"I've been back for a long time."

The bakery owner has gray hair on his temples, and the once philistine young man has now become a member of the family. He looked at his wife and son tenderly, the bakery owner sighed silently, and then ordered his wife to boil water to make tea.

We brought some snacks to entertain Naoto, and old friends whom we hadn't seen for several years sat on the tatami and chatted.

"I did leave my hometown because of the war. Later, I wandered around with my bread-making skills, and my life was very bitter. Later, I heard that there was a village in the Kingdom of Sichuan that was known as a village that had forgotten the war, so I set out for the Kingdom of Sichuan.

Before I reached the village known as the place where the war was forgotten, I fainted from hunger on the side of the road. It was Mikako who saved me."

The bakery owner said with relief: "Later on, it was Laojiuqiao's life-saving grace. I promised to marry her, and I married Mikako. Mikako is also a native of the Land of Rain. She accidentally inhaled the poisonous mist of Sanshouyu Hanzo when she was a child, which caused her throat to be damaged.

The burn is broken, so I can't speak."

"Sansho Hanzo's poisonous mist?" Naoto glanced at Mikako who was putting her child to bed.

"Yes."

The bakery owner poured a cup of tea for Naoto: "We have lived in the country of Sichuan for several years. Although the people there are very friendly, they are always bullied when they live without a fixed place. Because Mikako is pregnant, I

I took her back to my hometown. Although it is not safe here, it is at least sheltered."

"By the way, what about you? Where have you been these past few years? Are you still fooling around with local gangsters?"

"Don't talk about my dark history." Naoto was a little embarrassed.

"Hahaha, you are so embarrassed!"

Randomly fabricating a story to convince the bakery owner, Naoto said that he had wasted his time wandering around to fill his stomach over the years and had just returned here recently. The two met and talked a lot. Basically, it was the bakery owner who was saying, Naoto is here

Listen. Among them, Naoto cast his eyes on Mikako from time to time. He always felt that there was something strange about her, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

Chatting with the bakery owner, Naoto dropped in for lunch. After an unknown period of time, Naoto had another hearty meal. The last time he had such a meal was cooked by that crazy woman Asaka.

After lunch, the bakery owner and her wife were going to grind flour, while Naoto stayed at the door with nothing to do, playing with the little one.

Guichun is only two years old. To be honest, she doesn't look like a bakery owner. She is sitting on a small bench playing with toys. The gray coarse cloth clothes are kneaded very soft. It seems that her mother is very careful and knows that the rough cloth will

Make your child's skin allergic.

Naoto gently pinched Takasumi's chubby cheeks with his fingers, which were very soft. Seeing Takasumi concentrating on playing with the toy puppet in his hand, Naoto's brows softened a lot and he revealed an innocent smile.