Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Huh, huh."

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

After running 20 to 30 kilometers back and forth to buy cigarettes, cigarettes can be seen everywhere, but he is not.

He clenched his forearm with his teeth, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the roar in his throat. He hesitated for two hours in front of the house number with "Shoubu" written on it.

This is a well-established house built by one family. The so-called one-family building is a small courtyard with a parking lot. It is a single-family building with three or two floors and an attic. However, a single-family building is not a villa. , The one-family building purchased by Moribu is located in the Tennoji district of Osaka, which is a relatively prosperous central district except for the central district. Although the island country has experienced a real estate crisis, the real estate has been rising steadily in recent years. This building in the Tennoji district One of the family's construction, not only took out the wallets of Takeo Moribu and his parents, but also put Moribu on the back of the mortgage for decades.

This is the small house he bought with hard work, and walked like a snail with a shell on his back to pay the mortgage.

But Takeo Moribe is willing to do this, working hard every day to make money, leaving every cent from every meal, he knows that he is walking on a thin layer of ice every day, a wave of sudden layoffs, a parent's cold It can easily destroy his life, and the leading bosses also clearly grasped his mentality. Takeo Moribe, who was strangled by his throat, was like a quack 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 them to death.

But he worked hard, like an ant moving house every day, what was the result of building bit by bit?

A farce, a joke?

"Fuck." Takeo Moribe pulled his hair fiercely.

A warm house in Jianzhong was lit, and through the shadowy curtains, Takeo Moribe saw his wife's figure.

He should be cooking now. He has been going from Osaka to Yamanashi Prefecture for more than a day and a night, but neither his boss nor his wife called him.

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

The brightly lit house does not belong to him.

"I……"

Takeo Moribe lowered his head, and the power given to him by the fox demon gathered in the palm of his hand. As long as he wanted to, he could make a fireball after a simple knot.

Smashing into a building that is prone to fire can easily burn an entire small house to ashes.

All the nasty and painful things in it can be burned clean.

"Snapped."

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

After all, he didn't throw a fireball and burn everything.

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 at random. His parents, who were teachers, taught Takeo Moribe to be a good person with good qualities since he was a child.

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

"Dad!" The five-year-old daughter Mayumi was holding a brand-new picture book in her hand, and when she saw Takeo Moribe who opened the door, she threw up with a big smile.

"I am back."

He wrapped his arms around his daughter, and the smile on Takeo Moribe's face was exactly the same as before.

After spinning around in the air for a few times, Mayumi stood on the ground dizzy and giggling with joy from her small mouth.

"Dad, where did you go yesterday? I didn't see you all night. Mom said you would come back, but Ma Gong misses you so much."

"I..." Takeo Moribu rubbed his daughter's head and said softly, "Dad is going to make money. I'm going to buy you a super big castle with a super good princess house in it."

"Really?"

"real."

The dialogue between the father and daughter is still naive.

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

"Um."

Takeo Moribe showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He stood on the spot, his heart beating violently for a while, and then freezes coldly for a while.

On the way back from Yamanashi, Takeo Moribe imagined countless scenes after the meeting, whether it was a big fight, a big fight, or he directly used his superpower to kill in a rage, but in reality, it was neither.

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

After hastily finished dinner, Takeo Moribe lay on the bed like a corpse. After a while, his wife also lay down.

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

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

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

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

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

The wife was already making breakfast, and the daughter obediently sat on the chair with her legs swaying, as if she was rowing a boat. Seeing Takeo Moribu approaching, Makoto smiled happily.

"Good morning."

A weak smile appeared on Takeo Moribe's pale face~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He tidied up his suit and tie, ate a simple breakfast, and got on the tram headed for the central district.

"Shake~"

"Shake~"

He was holding the handrail, the tram was sometimes inside the shelter, sometimes in the open air, and sometimes blocked by the building. The interplay of light and dark was dazzling.

"I'm sorry." An office worker stepped on the foot of the person next to him.

"Chi." The tram door opened, and the people who arrived at the station slanted out like a flood.

The people who want to get on the bus are also like surging ants. You stack me, and I stack you and get into the car.

Moribu's shoulders were squeezed, his body swayed slightly, and he let go halfway.

"What the **** am I doing?"

Takeo Moribe looked out the window with a dazed gaze, and asked himself in an extremely small voice.

I got super powers, but what am I doing now?

Like a corpse, repeating the same work life as before, boring like a screw in a clock.

He works for a large trading company with more than 600 employees. It is extremely difficult to recognize all colleagues in this trading company, but the clothes and nameplates on his body greatly relieve 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 one by one, and kept bowing his head to say hello through the crowd. He didn't know those people, and those people didn't know him either.

Sitting in a well-separated position, there was a small cactus next to Takeo Moribe's table.

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

"Guardian, guard."