Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Passing by, Takeo Moribe continued to think about the issue of Mount Fuji.

There was a slight breeze on the street, and the empty sleeves on one side fluttered in the wind.

"The smell of fire."

But just after walking a few hundred meters forward, Moribu abruptly stopped and turned his head to look behind him alertly.

His sharp nose smelled something different, it was flames, and there were a lot of flames gathered around.

Black smoke.

Thick black smoke appeared in the sky at an unknown time, like a hill in the residential area with low-rise buildings, depression, death.

A small yellow building was shrouded in black smoke, and fire seemed to be visible through the glass windows.

The flames are still hidden in the small building, but the billowing black smoke has poured out from the windows and doors, surging towards the sky, blocking the sunlight in the sky and blocking people's sight.

This is just the beginning of the smoke. If the smoke is thicker, I am afraid that the entire Fushimi district will be able to see it.

In the residential houses in Fushimi District, the few pedestrians on the road were blinded by the sudden black smoke. For a while, they did not think about what the black smoke was about. This place is so far away from the industrial area, it must not be in the chimney of the factory. of pollutants.

"Is it a fire? Whose house is on fire?"

An old man with gray hair suddenly jumped and shouted, he remembered that it should be a fire!

At the age of seventy or eighty years old, he has seen everything, but his reaction speed is slightly less sensitive.

The island country attaches the same importance to fire prevention as it is to prevent earthquakes. After all, several major fires in history have caused terrifying consequences, killing tens of thousands of people at one time. All levels of society regard flames as beasts. This social inertia to fire prevention is also inherited. to the law.

Perverted murderers, gas terrorist attacks, and arsonists are all sentenced by law. In comparison, arsonists face more severe punishment. Those who kill three people with a knife may not be sentenced to death, but those who kill three people by arson are not necessarily sentenced to death. Certainly the death penalty.

Some people have already taken out their mobile phones to call the police station while running outside, and some people have shouted something bad and found fire extinguishing props from the pig at home.

"Oops."

Watching the billowing smoke, Shoubu didn't even think about it. He took three steps at a time, and one accelerated in place. The seemingly ordinary body erupted with inhuman strength. Chakra operated under his feet and jumped high. Enough to shame an Olympic champion in track and field into a wheelchair.

Leaping in mid-air, Takeo Moribe stared at the burning building with wide eyes.

"Fire escape!"

The only one hand was placed in front of him, and the guard stretched towards the yellow building.

He opened his mouth wide, his cheeks bulged, and the chakra was condensed like a blower. The bulging cheeks made people afraid that he would explode like a balloon in the next second.

The mysterious chakra surged out of the body, making the scientists salivating energy to gather into a fiery red line and fly towards the fire.

Chakra is the energy in the human body, and there is only one source - Mizuno!

Chakra, who ignores the fundamental theorem of physics, is an almighty God, an idealistic energy suddenly inserted into the material world, accomplishing all kinds of impossible things.

"boom!"

The flames in the small building were pulled out by Chakra and kept flying towards the front of the guard, spiraling together into a red flame.

Just like the wonder of a tornado sucking the sea water, Takeo Moribe stood in front of the small building. Against the backdrop of the fireball, he was like a **** who controls flames in mythology.

The raging fire has not yet evolved into a raging trend, and a heavy fire must be extinguished in an instant.

"Takeo Moribu!!"

"Minister of Defense."

The surrounding Kyoto people opened their mouths in surprise, and a flash of light flashed in the minds of those who had not recognized them just now.

Looking at Takeo Moribe's one arm and adding flames, these two iconic things made others suddenly enlightened, and their enlightened heads poured into the 'legend' about Takeo Moribe.

Like their Kyoto people, they are from Kansai, and with such a noble character, they are indeed the neighbors of the Kyoto people, and they are influenced by the noble character of Kyoto!

Only in the case of Takeo Moribe, the Kyoto people have a little recognition of their Kansai identity, and can barely admit that the Osaka people are their relatives.

Of course, it would be even better if the Minister of Shoubu was from Kyoto, and he could directly declare Kyoto to be independent from the Kansai region. As a highland of moral quality in the whole country, it would be further developed from the Kinki region to the Kyoto region.

He waved his hand to disperse the fireball, coughing sounds came from the small yellow building, and the body of the rescued protruded out from the window sill, breathing the air outside.

"Minister of Defense, sign your name."

"very handsome."

"My girl is only thirty-two years old this year, she is very suitable..."

Seeing the crowd around him, Takeo Moribe smiled awkwardly. He hoped to be recognized by others inadvertently, so that he could feel a little complacent psychologically, but now there are more important things.

The flames of the fire field have been extinguished, and the deadly thick smoke has also been absorbed and transferred away. Without the obstruction of the smoke and dust, the things in front of the small building can be seen clearly.

"It's him?"

Takeo Moribu frowned, his expression condensed.

Standing in front of the door was a fat middle-aged man with tattoos on his exposed stomach, a disturbing gasoline can at his feet, and a machete in his hand.

It was the scolding guy who passed by just now. The bag was carrying such a murder tool. If he hadn't been there, this human tragedy would have really happened.

The middle-aged fat man's face was full of madness, staring at the door. Anyone who came out of the room would be knocked down with a machete.

This is clearly labeled as a criminal on the forehead, and is not ready to let anyone in the fire!

Shoubu didn't know what the function of this building was, but in terms of volume, there were probably dozens of people in the building.

Dozens of people represent dozens of families~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and when it comes to the original family, there are hundreds of families.

How much hatred it must be to do such a vicious thing!

"why why!"

Seeing that the flames in the fire were sucked away, the middle-aged fat man slumped halfway down. The fire was burning his life, and then he looked at Takeo Moribe with angry eyes.

The middle-aged fat man who has been occupied by crazy thoughts, did not care what Takeo Moribe did or not, and decided to set fire to it. He had already seen the end of death. He died under the injection of the government, and he died. Under the transcendence of Takeo Moribe, not all are dead words!

Although the Heisei waste is a bit wasteful, in some respects, it can always do amazing things.

"Why do you want to save them! Let those **** plagiarists die, and burn them to death for me!" The middle-aged fat man carried a knife and rushed towards Takeo Moribu stupidly, talking about the delirium that only he knew. "You are with them, and you are with them."

Yelling, Fatty's sword slashed at Takeo Moribe.