Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Hoo ha, ha ha."

Takeo Moribe stood in front of the house, panting heavily. He had already arrived home, but he ran to buy a pack of cigarettes.

I ran twenty or thirty kilometers back and forth to buy cigarettes. Cigarettes can be seen everywhere, but he is not a person who can be seen everywhere.

He bit his forearm with his teeth, and it took him a lot of effort to hold back the roar in his throat. He stood in front of the house number with [Defense Department] and hesitated for two full hours.

This is a standard house built by one family. The so-called one-family building is a single-family building with a small courtyard plus a parking lot, three floors or two floors plus an attic, but a house is not a villa. The name of the villa is Biezhuang. , the one-household building purchased by Moribu is located in Tennoji District, Osaka, which is a relatively prosperous central area except for the Central District. Although the island country has experienced a real estate crisis, real estate has been rising steadily in recent years. This Tennoji District Not only did Takeo Moribe and his parents lose their wallets, but they also charged Moribe with mortgages for decades.

This is a small house that he bought with great pains, and walked like a snail carrying a shell to pay off the mortgage.

But Takeo Moribe is willing to do so. He works hard every day to make money, and saves a penny from every meal. He knows that he is walking on a thin layer of ice every day, a wave of sudden layoffs, and a cold for his parents. It can easily destroy his life, and the leaders and superiors clearly grasped his mentality. Takeo Moribe, who was strangled by the throat, was like a quacking duck waiting to be slaughtered.

As the saying goes, don't scold those young people who have not yet become regular workers, they will resign immediately, but those who have cars, houses and children can scold to death.

But he worked so hard, like ants moving house every day, what is the result of building bit by bit?

A farce, a joke?

"Fuck." Takeo Moribe pulled his hair fiercely.

The light was on in the cozy building, and through the shadowy curtains, Takeo Moribe saw his wife.

He should be cooking now. It has been more than a day and a night since he traveled from Osaka to Yamanashi, but neither his boss nor his wife called.

He was ignored, completely ignored, no one treated him as a dish, even if he smashed him on the spot, he would just treat him as a piece of air.

The brightly lit house does not belong to him.

"I……"

Takeo Moribe lowered his head, the power bestowed on him by the vixen gathered in his palm, as long as he wanted to, he could create a fireball after performing a simple seal.

Dropping it on a building that is prone to fire can easily burn an entire small house to ashes.

All the nasty and painful things inside can be burned away.

"Snapped."

He squeezed two fingers, made a fire, and lit a cigarette.

He didn't throw a fireball to burn everything after all.

Squatting in front of the door, Takeo Moribe finished smoking his cigarettes one by one.

He also carefully smoked the remaining cigarette butts, and then wrapped the cigarette butts in paper. It was not his habit to throw garbage casually. His parents, who were teachers, taught Takeo Moribe to be a good person with qualities since he was a child.

He knocked on the door, took out the key and went in.

"Father!" Mayumi, the seven-year-old daughter, was holding a brand new picture book in her hand. When she saw Takeo Moribe who opened the door, she showed a big smile and rushed towards him.

"I'm back."

Embracing his daughter's arms, the smile on Takeo Moribe's face was exactly the same as before.

Turning around a few times in the air, Mayumi stood on the ground dizzy and dizzy, and giggled happily from his small mouth.

"Dad, where did you go yesterday? I haven't seen you all night. Mom said you would come back, but Mayumi misses you so much."

"I..." Takeo Moribe rubbed his daughter's head and said softly, "Father is going to make money, and he is going to buy you a super big castle with a super nice princess house inside."

"Really?"

"real."

The dialogue between father and daughter is still innocent.

Outside the small corridor, his wife came out with a cooking spoon. When she saw Takeo Moribe, she was not surprised, but just nodded slightly as before: "You're back?"

"Um."

Takeo Moribe showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He stood where he was, his heart was beating violently for a while, and stopped coldly for a while.

On the way back from Yamanashi, Takeo Moribe fantasized about countless scenes after the meeting, whether it was a quarrel, a fight, or he directly used superpowers to kill in a fit of anger, but the reality was none of them.

The wife is still the same as before, and so is the daughter. She lives like a turtle, and her life is like a cassette player, rattling and repeating a melody.

After hastily finished dinner, Takeo Moribe lay on the bed like a dead body, and after a while, his wife also lay down.

It was obvious that Heat's body was next to him, but Shoubu felt that there were two corpses lying side by side on the bed.

Moribu didn't sleep, he waited for his wife to say something to him, whether it was an apology or a confession, whatever she said, Moribe decided to listen carefully.

But Takeo Moribe didn't wait for anything, and the person next to his pillow closed his eyes and slept peacefully.

The most hopeless thing in the world is that the sun will rise every day as usual.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, and Takeo Moribe opened his eyes, and the strong sunlight made his pupils shrink.

His wife was already making breakfast, and his daughter was obediently sitting on a chair and swinging her legs, as if rowing a boat. Seeing Takeo Moribe approaching, Mayumi smiled happily.

"Good morning."

A weak smile appeared on Takeo Moribe's pale face.

He straightened his suit and tie, ate a simple breakfast, and boarded the tram to the central area in a daze.

"Shake~"

"Shake~"

He was holding on to the handrail, and the tram was sometimes inside the shelter, sometimes out of the air, and sometimes blocked by the building.

"Sorry." An office worker stepped on the foot of the person next to him.

"Tch." The tram door opened, and the people arriving at the station slanted out like a flood.

The people who want to get into the car are all like surging ants. You fold me, and I fold you into the carriage.

Shoubu's shoulders were squeezed, his body swayed slightly, halfway out of the way.

"What the hell am I doing?"

Takeo Moribe stared out the window blankly, asking himself in an extremely low voice.

I got superpowers, but what am I doing now?

Repeating the same work life as before like a dead body, as boring as a screw in a clock.

He works for a large trading company with more than 600 employees. It is extremely difficult to recognize all his colleagues in this trading company, but the clothes and nameplates on his body greatly relieve the pressure on the human brain. Burden, when you see someone in the same company who is older than you, just bow your head and say hello.

Takeo Moribe responded to the greetings one by one, and kept bowing his head to say hello as he passed through the crowd. He didn't know those people, and those people didn't know him either.

Sitting in a separated position, Takeo Moribe had a small cactus next to his desk.

There was still a lot of documents on the table. To be honest, it would be the same with him or without him. Takeo Moribe knew very well that his position did not have any indispensable uniqueness.

"Shoubu, Shoubu."