Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Shiga Prefecture is located at an important node in several counties along the coast of the island country and the Kinki area, so there is a developed transportation network around the eastern side of Lake Biwa.

When you are not in a hurry, taking a train or bus from Maibara City to enjoy the scenery of Lake Biwa is the most convenient and cost-effective way to get to Otsu City.

"The ticket vending machine, found it."

Sanqianzi was clumsily operating in front of the ticket machine. It was the first time she used this kind of equipment.

"Sites, routes, money, ah, it's a little expensive, it's okay, the money is enough." Sanqianzi put the pocket money he saved in the coin slot.

The price of line transportation in island countries is not uniform. Depending on the operating company, the line is cheap or expensive.

It was just dawn, and it was the first time that Sanqianzi left the school route and ran to the station alone. After getting the ticket, she immediately slumped and sat on the bench.

Fear, fear, news of all kinds of child murders make small places seem unsafe.

The train arrives at the station at 5:15 in the morning, so we will have to wait a little longer.

She looked down at the red children's shoes on her feet, mixed with worry, excitement, and fear.

Isn't it not good to run out in such a hurry, and talk to Sister Angel like that? If Sister Angel is really mad at me, then Caizi will complain about how to explain it later.

Just when Sanqianzi was thinking about it, the old employee in the guard room came over with a hat. He observed it for a few minutes. The child was sitting alone on the bench.

"Little boy, are you driving alone..."

She was startled, and Sanqianzi almost fell to the ground with a ya-ya. She shook her head with all her might: "No, no, I'm with my mother. She just went to the toilet and will be back soon."

"Really, with adults."

"Uh-huh!!"

"Boom blah blah."

At the end of the sleepers, the train with its headlights on roared, shattering the gray sky.

In the eyes of many people, trains are objects full of images. There are train fans all over the world, with the blessing of Lake Biwa. The trains running on the edge of Lake Biwa are famous in the photographer's camera.

Avoiding the sight of the railway staff, Sanqianzi boarded the train immediately after checking the tickets.

Due to the harsh climate, the coast of the island country has a small population. The passenger capacity of the railway traffic on this line is not high, and in the early morning, several seats around Sanqianzi are empty. .

Someone was snoring in the carriage, someone had just woken up, and there was a faint smell of food.

The breakfast that Ang Yonehara made was too bad. After arriving in Otsu City, he wondered if he could buy a meal with his pocket money.

Otsu City, that is also a big city.

"Hum hum hum."

Feeling the power of the train moving forward, and looking at Lake Biwa that suddenly appeared outside the window and then slowly receded, Sanqianzi's eyes both reflected the light of water and sky.

…………

Otsu City.

The city where the war office is located shows a slightly more stylish pattern. Although low-rise residential buildings are still the mainstream, there are also a few tall buildings.

But there is some truth to the idea of ​​some Tokyoites. Except for Tokyo, the rest of the island country is a village!

The monks in the temple took brooms to clean up the **** on the streets. As clergymen, in addition to their role as psychiatrists, the rest of the function may be sanitation in front of the door. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest computer: https://

The residents of the surrounding area are buried in the temple-produced cemetery, and it is not an ancient temple. There are not many people from other places who come to buy posthumous real estate.

Seeing the tall Yumu walking to the front of the courtyard, the monk bowed his head and said warmly, "Hello."

The monk is the same no matter who he sees and enters the cemetery. Such a smile can make those who come to pay homage feel that the monk still recognizes him, and the sad days are brightened by this smile.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

It turns out that I am somewhat of a person, and the monks in the temple still remember me.

The nuanced religious service etiquette.

"Um."

Yumu was just holding a white flower for memorial service in his hand, there was no one else beside him, that was all, it was simple to the core.

"Go in the eighth row, turn left, the fifth one, um, this is it."

A small tombstone appeared in front of Yumu. Compared with the surrounding forest of imposing tombstones that were half a person tall, this tombstone can only be said to be a dwarf.

Just like the life of the person under the monument.

Tamaki Yuma

The inscriptions on the monument are also extremely simple, as if they are afraid that others will discover their past from the clues, and they use the most standard font.

Not to mention a brief life introduction and epitaph, there is no black and white photo on the tombstone.

"Mom, that's it, I wish you all the best in the kingdom of heaven."

"Brother, let's go."

"Uh-huh,"

A pair of people in their thirties and forties who looked like siblings placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone and immediately got up and left.

When Tamaki came in, the two seemed to have just squatted down. By the time he walked to the tombstone, the two had already finished their work.

Individuals have their own joys and sorrows, and Tamaki sees it very openly.

After my death, I don't know if anyone will come to the tomb to express it.

"Shut up."

Placing the flowers for sacrifice in front of the tombstone, Dean Tamaki folded his hands and closed his eyes in deep thought.

After the two siblings left, the cemetery was so quiet that the monk's sweeping sound could be heard.

"Two flowers."

The monk was rusty in cleaning, and white jokes grew next to the tombstone. In this way, counting the one he put on himself, there were two flowers at a time.

However, it is far from the colorful ones in front of other tombstones.

"Very good, two flowers."

Tamaki took out her phone and checked the time~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Caizi should still be sleeping. Even if there is a letter of introduction and she wants to have surgery, she has to follow the arrangement.

"Time passed quickly and slowly. Not long after you left, Mihara, a follower, returned to the orphanage full of bags."

"He's not suitable for running around in society, oh, by the way, I told you about this three years ago."

"Then change something you don't know..."

"Yuma, the little girl back then is now seven years old."

"Primary school student, first grade."

"It's safe to grow up, but the injury on the foot is still there."

"I didn't expect it, you deliberately hid from Maiyuan to Otsu City, and some things are still unavoidable. Today I took her to see a doctor, and I also came to see you."

"If at that time……"

Tamaki was half-squatting on the ground, and just as he was about to touch the tombstone with his hand, the phone in his pocket rang.

An unfamiliar phone number, but it was indeed a local call from Shiga Prefecture.

Adoptive family? Foster a child?

"Hello? Hello, I'm Tamaki..."

"President Yumu, did Sanqianzi go to your place?"

It was a woman's voice. After the divorce and semi-resignation, Director Tamaki and the woman entered a semi-insulated state.

This young voice should be, Poor Takahashi, how did this angel get the phone?

No, the question is three thousand sons?

"Three thousand sons?"

"She went to Otsu City to find Caizi."