I had a dream,
It was not a sweet dream, but an ordinary dream that evoked countless thoughts.
I dreamed of the person I wanted to see, and the moment I didn't want to see.
It was an excellent reunion after a long time, but it could only be described as ordinary.
Why?
Why did he associate the existence that he yearned for with such a tasteless and disgusting word?
I have never denied that beauty…
In that case, I…
I…
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What am I running away from?
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rustling
This voice…
rustling
This voice…
rustling
So noisy
What's with the sound of someone who's been constipated for a week sitting on the toilet and waiting for the decisive moment to violently tamper with the toilet paper?
…Could it be that pervert, Zilaiye? Thinking about it, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant in such an occasion…After all, it was…'s tent…
This was the first thing New Moon Chan did when she woke up. Then, she rubbed her eyes with her baby fat fist…and rubbed her eyes again…
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This is different from the script, right? Why the hell am I in this damn place? Where was the warm bed? Where's the warm morning smile (referring to Orochi), the gentle breasts…cough…
As a male, my view of men is almost the same as my view of women, but this doesn't mean that the two can be compared, right?
The third rule of the killer code was that a competent killer should learn to treat every life equally, regardless of gender, age, height, height, fat, thin, beauty, ugliness, wealth, etc. Only by having a heart that treated others equally could one have no scruples, no hesitation, and no fear when killing their former kind.
That's right, but if you had to choose between a white-haired zombie face and a cold, icy black, straight face, everyone would choose the black, straight face! Moreover, it was still in the quiet and empty night…
The night had removed its veil and welcomed the first ray of morning light with its purest face. Even the tight tents could not hide the joy.
New Moon's small pupils could even vaguely see the gradually brightening fish belly white in the northern sky.
Alright, a guy who made such a filthy noise in the quiet morning was not worth paying attention to, right?
New Moon turned around and laid flat on her back. Although it didn't make her feel comfortable, it gave her a better view. Even though she was in an unfamiliar environment, the danger level was increasing exponentially, and her current body could be praised as powerless in various ways, her killer instinct couldn't be changed even if she crossed two dimensions.
It was an ordinary room with simple decorations. From the angle of the new moon, it was easy to see the furnishings of this room. Other than the seemingly old desk, there was only the same antique library shelf, the bed under her, the man who was deep in thought under the dim candlelight, and the wooden chair that the man was sitting on. This kind of setup, from any aspect, could be called simple and crude, even in wartime.
Based on the years of experience as a killer in New Moon, people who lived in such an environment for a long time would either return to their original state and become despondent, or they had great ambitions. Of course, it could not be ruled out that it was a personal hobby. But no matter what, in this world, a person who had the strength to snatch him away from the hands of the future Three Ninjas was definitely not an ordinary person. However, he was also not an unworldly expert who had nothing better to do. That kind of plot had not been used for many years.
Could he be a human trafficker?
Whether or not Bright Night and New Moon had the self-awareness of a transmigrator aside, what was certain was that three months of childhood had caused his IQ to begin to lean toward a low level. His thoughts just now could fully explain this point.
Ninjas were a profession that lived in the dark. Those who worked in this profession had a very strong sense of killing intent, focused gazes, hostility, and all of the above. If they didn't know how to distinguish the situation of the people around them, how could they adapt to the situation?
Shibuya, who was reading a document under the dim candlelight, quickly noticed a strange gaze coming from behind him. It was not right to say that it was strange, but... could you imagine a little kid who looked two or three years old looking at you with a gaze that was either dead fish eyes or too cold, or cold and slightly dull?
It was indescribably strange.
That pair of eyes, was it really something a little brat could have?
It was a strange feeling to be stared at by that kind of ethereal gaze. How should I put it…When New Moon was still Owl, he was also ridiculed by many villains because of his gaze.
"Ahh, Owl, what's with that look? Where's the evil in it? If you hadn't just torn that man in half, I really wouldn't believe that a guy like you could be a killer..."
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" You…are a Taoist priest, right? I say…"
"What do you mean?”
"Of course it's the look in my eyes! You old virgin!"
" I just don't want you to say that…Transvestite."
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"Speaking of which, where have you been looking at since just now?”
" Look at you…" His tone was cold.
"Why can't I feel it?"
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"What? Do you dare to say that again?" Fierce
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"Ahhhh, is this the attitude you should have towards your sister? As expected, I should just kill you!"
"Are you going to suffocate me with the airport?"
"How can the airport be so boring!”
" Then you can't kill me…You have nothing but the airport…"
"Alright, I was wrong, but can you change your gaze? I think you're looking at me with disdain!”
"It can't be natural. As an elder sister, you should understand.”
"You're admitting that I'm your sister now, you fellow!”
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That was what Saburo's intuition told him when he was being watched by that little brat. But ah, but ah, after a pair of eyes, he felt that his feelings were wrong. What was going on!
He could clearly feel the emptiness, persistence, and…exhaustion.
He was clearly being watched, but there was no sense of focus. His overly calm expression and eyes made his gaze, which was filled with cohesion, infinitely close to disregard and neglect. But frankly speaking, he couldn't feel any disdain or humiliation from it. Perhaps Natural was the most suitable to use it here.
Originally, he should not have thought so much about a child who could not even walk upright. He was just a chess piece that could die in the war at any time. Why waste his energy? The look in her eyes…It was just the look in her eyes. It was not like she did not have a naturally fierce look in her eyes, right?
But…I don't know why I care…This kid…And that file…
Shibuya's gaze shifted from the motionless little devil to the confidential files on the table. Looking at the faded kraft paper that blended with the dim candlelight, Shibuya suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. It was…
Mixed with sorrow…
Fear.
How ridiculous was this? The elite Jounin of Rounin Village, Hanzo's trusted general, an important hub of Rounin Village's administrative structure, and the head of the Shibuya family, actually…
Would he be afraid of a little kid?
Even if, even if what was said in the file was true…
Why?
Unexpectedly, he felt bored and curious about a strange little ghost that he had only interacted with for less than three hours.
Ever since she was curious about her brother's death, Hanzo's ambition, and the future of Shinobu…
Even if in everyone's eyes, he's a prop that can be used by anyone, no one knows what will happen after that, right?
Even if it was because of that piece of information, this little brat was still…not to be underestimated…
And that look in her eyes…I hope I'm worrying too much…
Shibuya's stiff lips suddenly curved into a strange arc. He stood up from his chair and slowly walked to the bed. He looked down at the new moon and whispered softly.
A soft voice made New Moon's heart tighten. Even if she had transmigrated, she could not change her calm eyes. At this moment, what was reflected in her eyes was an indifferent face.
"What will your ending be…A little brat who is a chess piece?”
It was a whisper that could shake one's soul.
"I…became a chess piece?!”
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