Naruto: Survive to the end and send everyone away

"Quiet!"

Just as Hachiki Sakumo was irritable and wanted to draw his sword, Taketori Patriarch shouted, and the clansmen shut up and didn't dare to speak anymore, so they could only look at March with vigilant eyes, and this voice also brought the high weight immersed in despair back to reality.

Gao Chong turned his head slightly, and looked at March with some empty eyes a little confused.

March pointed the flintlock pistol at Gao Chongyi, and Gao Chongyi's pupils constricted, and he recognized the special weapon that had turned him into this.

"What are you doing here?!" Gao Chong's eyes were instantly filled with anger, and his voice trembled a little, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion.

"Cure you, Four Bullets. The

finger pulled the trigger, the bullet ejected, and hit Gao Chongyan's body with a bang, the expression on Gao Chongyan's face gradually changed from hideous to shocked, and he slowly raised his hands without feeling a trace of pain.

"No, it doesn't hurt?"

"Really?!"

Hearing Gao Chongyan say this, the Taketori in the room all became excited, and a pair of black eyes stared directly at the person on the bed.

Gao Chong instantly pressed the bed with his hand, propped himself up and sat up, Xu had been lying on the bed for too long, his body was a little weak, but fortunately, the nearest Taketori patriarch on the side supported him even to prevent him from falling back on the bed.

Gao Chong's feet landed on the ground, repeatedly confirming that he did not feel the pain in the heart, and stretched out a hand, and a white bone spur emerged from the palm of his hand.

The Taketori people in the house were completely excited when they saw the bone spur, their genius had returned, and no one dared to look at their jokes anymore.

Gao Chong instantly put away the bone spurs and looked up at March: "Why did you cure me?"

March lowered his eyebrows: "You are a respectable opponent, and the previous battle was only because of your temporary mercy on my subordinates, so I could take advantage of it." Also, I don't want to be chased by a bunch of madmen on my way back to Konoha.

March looked at the Taketori patriarch who was crying with joy: "Now that he has been treated, can you call back the people who surrounded Orihara?"

"I'll have them call them back." Patriarch Taketori gave the person next to him a look, and the person hurried out.

After the treatment of Gao Chong, there was no reason for March and Hachiki Sakushige to stay, so they said goodbye to them and planned to go back to the hotel.

"Wait. Gao Chong instantly stopped them, he stretched out a hand towards March, and looked at March with a pair of indifferent eyes extremely seriously: "Next time, I will definitely not lose to you."

March Hui held his hand: "Okay." On

the way back, March they passed by a bookstore, the lights were on, and it looked like it was still open, and March pointed to the bookstore and said that he wanted to go over and have a look, and he agreed, and he was going to buy Kakashi some books on early childhood education.

There are no customers in the bookstore, only an old woman with reading glasses sitting in a rocking chair knitting a red sweater, the smell of oranges wafting in the air, a green plant next to her, the dim light on her body is a very warm picture, March trance seems to see her grandmother in her previous life.

The old woman heard the sound of the door being pushed open, looked up, and saw that it was not someone she knew, so she lowered her head and continued to knit the sweater.

Weaving and weaving, her hand stopped, and she looked up at March who was picking up a book inside.

Wait, this kid looks familiar, I'm not sure, let's see.

There are very few types of books in this world, and most of the novels are about a sadomasochistic love affair between a ninja, a samurai, a nobleman, or an unknown junior, except for the kind of intriguing one written by someone.

How boring the world is, even novels are full of gossip!"

"

The old grandmother has been standing next to March for a while, seeing that he has selected a lot of books, but he is still choosing there, and after seeing what kind of books March has picked, she takes out a book hidden behind the other books.

The book recommended by the grandmother is a thick hard cover, the book cover is dark green, the silver pattern on the bottom is plain and clean, although the title is printed, but it reveals a pen edge.

"This is a very interesting book about a man on the road to a tower, meeting all kinds of people on the way, and all kinds of stories happening, and the illustrations in it are also very beautiful.

March took the book from the old woman's hand, heavy as a brick, March turned the book to the first page, wanted to see if there were ten good books, but was directly attracted by the author's writing, he looked up at the old woman who was smiling at him very kindly, and asked, "Grandma, is there any such book?"

"Of course there is." The old woman's smile widened, and she began to rummage through them, eventually finding two more.

March simply flipped through the pages and found that they were all written by an author, although they were not of the same type, but the writing was the same as the illustrations above, so beautiful that it was heartwarming, so he asked his grandmother to help wrap up these books.

"Are you going to give it away?" the old woman looked at him with some confusion, and after seeing him nod, she took the book in March's hand with a smile and walked towards the counter.

Qimu Shuomao had already picked out the book and waited there.

The grandmother settled the account for them first, then found the wrapping paper and began to wrap the book.

"Who are you going to give it to?" Hachiki Shuo Shigeru looked at the books as thick as bricks, wondering if they were going to be given to his nasty people, so that he could pat him on the head.

"Give it to Watergate, he loves to read. The

moment he saw the bookstore, he remembered the books in his study, except for the ones that couldn't be read by outsiders, they were basically all read by Xiao Jindou, and it was time to add books.

Although the old grandmother is old, her hands and feet are still very neat, and after a while, she will wrap those books very delicately and retro, which should be the reason why she holds the waste newspaper bag.

She poured the pink wax on the table, which had been heated by a candle flame to keep it melting, poured it on the seal, took a seal and pressed it on the melted wax, and when she took the seal away, a flying pigeon with its wings spread appeared there.

When the old grandmother was packing, March asked: "Grandma, do you know other books by this author?"

The movements of the old grandmother's hand did not stop: "In her life, she has written these three books, and only printed these three books, which is a unique existence." "

Do you know

the author?" said the old woman, whose eyes were cloudy, were shining at the moment, and she smiled and said

, "Because I am the author."

"I have lived for a long time, experienced a lot of things, traveled to many countries, seen different landscapes, witnessed things in history books, and made a lot of friends, but unfortunately it was a time of war, and many of them stayed in that era forever, and I can't remember what they looked like after a long time."

"Later, I met a noble lady, she was kind at heart, taught me to write and draw, she said, the people and scenery in my memory will always be forgotten one day, so before they fade, leave them forever with a pen. "