Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Shikoku Island, Mima City, next to Anabuki River.

This is a quiet small rural town. Outside the town is farmland with crops. It only takes half an hour to walk across the river from one side of the town to the other side. Except for the national road that passes through, it is said to be a modern version. The closed manor is not an exaggeration.

The townspeople are familiar with each other, and they bow their heads and look up to see each other.

A big yellow dog ran out of the fruit house, followed by a little boy about six or seven years old with a ball in his hand.

"thump."

The round ball rolled on the ground, and the big yellow dog turned around and barked. There was a dog and a child, and it had a rural atmosphere.

"Qiren, where are you going?"

A kind old man in his 60s walked out of the fruit house, looking at the back of his grandson running away and asked.

"Go back immediately! Smelly grandpa!" Grandson Qiren turned around and shouted at the old man, took out hard candy from his mouth and slapped it on grandfather, "The candy is too sour, I won't eat it."

"Stinky boy." The old man laughed and scolded, and there was a hard candy in his hand that his grandson would not eat after taking a bite.

There are also small shops in the island country, but it is written in the Chinese characters of the island country as 'Guanguziwu'. The ganguozi is a civilian snack made of coarse grains, and later it also refers to small snacks.

The snacks that Chinese people remember from childhood can also be found in the snack shops of the island country, such as whistle candy, milk flakes, cocoa butter substitute wrapped in golden tin foil and shaped like a gold coin, plastic gourd sugar water full of saccharin and coloring...

To say the biggest difference, the island country does not have the most enduring spicy strips in the Huaguo canteen, and the Huaguo does not have the delicious sticks in the island country's fruit house. Both are local specialties.

Waiting for the last wave of people from the Showa era to die, the fruit house will completely dissipate in the clouds of history, put the leftover candy from the grandson in his mouth, and the old man sits on the horse and basks in the sun of Shikoku Island.

As there are fewer and fewer students in the primary school in the town, the Guoguoziwu can't sell much in a day, but the old man doesn't care about these things, find something to do, don't let yourself be idle, this is what people of his age pursue.

Life in a small place is so comfortable and quiet, as if it can drag people into endless leisure time, which is deeply imprinted in this land.

Spend the time quietly like this, and then die at the right time, without two or three generations, your name will be completely forgotten, and in a few hundred years, the temple will probably release its tomb.

"Crackling." With the fruit hard candy, the old man heard the footsteps of his grandson rushing towards him.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa!" The grandson shouted eagerly, as if being chased by a wild boar.

"What's the matter, Qiren?"

The old man took down the newspaper covering his eyes and looked in the direction of his grandson.

I saw Qiren standing in front of the store in fear, with tall figures on either side of his thin body.

The tall figure was wearing a black suit, carrying a bag, and the other hand was suspiciously in his arms.

If that's the case, that's fine, maybe it's a hapless social animal who goes on a business trip to a small place, and there's nothing to worry about.

But beside and behind Qiren, there were dozens of men in black standing, all staring blankly at their fruit house.

Such an exaggerated posture is like a business trip.

Where did these dozens of people come from? Could it be a polar organization?

But there are only unsatisfactory young gangsters in the town. How can there be a real polar organization? Besides, dozens of people are dispatched at one time. This is too exaggerated. I have never been involved with Yakuza since I was a child. .

He has old arms and legs, and even if he is caught by the extremist organization and sells his body tissue, he will not make any money, but will still lose money.

"You, who are you! What are you doing?!"

The old man was so frightened that he swallowed the hard candy and almost choked himself to death.

"Kenji Uno." The majestic man led by him took out his certificate, and the sign of the Supernatural Office was clear and conspicuous!

"Yes, it's me."

The head of the Shikoku Regional Headquarters of the Office of Supernatural Affairs, an absolute high-ranking official within the local system, such a high-ranking officer would personally go off to arrest people, and the old man's head is only dizzy now.

He didn't recognize the sign on the certificate. The only violent institution in the small place was the police station with only a few people. They were all from the town, old police officers in their 50s and 60s.

"You are under arrest."

"Why, why..." The old man subconsciously got up and retorted, looking at the worried look in his grandson's eyes, he swallowed, "Okay, I understand, I'll accompany you for a trip..."

Hearing that he was arrested, there was a thud in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts rushed to his forehead.

"grandfather."

"Qiren, don't be afraid. You go home to find your parents first, and say you don't have to worry. Grandpa will be home soon. These policemen have misunderstood something."

Rubbing his grandson's head, Kenji Uno patted his back to make him leave quickly: "Be careful on the road."

He then stood up and looked at the police at the Office of Occult: "Mr. Police."

"Hatano, Ogami, the two of you are going to take the child home."

"Yes."

The two subordinates nodded ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and walked backwards with Qi Ren sandwiched between them, the loyal big yellow dog barking anxiously around the crowd.

"You must have misunderstood something, why are you arresting me?"

"Misunderstanding? Let's talk about it in Tokyo."

"East, Tokyo?"

The narrow streets are now surrounded by many neighbors. Looking at Kenji Uno who was caught, they stared wide-eyed and talked about what happened.

The old police officers in the town were at a loss at this time, not knowing how to deal with the current situation.

"Horii, what's going on, how could old Uno be arrested?"

"That's right, did something go wrong?"

The old policeman Horii himself didn't understand what happened. Not only did his superiors make a phone call, but he also directly dispatched the Chief of Police to come. The biggest 'surprise' was this group of people in black. Man in black.

"I don't know, it should be... a big problem."

The neighbors gave Horii a blank look, saying this was equivalent to not saying anything.

"Could the old man Uno kill someone?"

"Ah? It's impossible to go. How can he kill someone at his age, and there's no murder case recently, and he's never left town in the past few years."

"Maybe, maybe it was someone who killed someone when they were young, and now it happened."

Horii coughed and patted the shoulder of the person next to him lightly: "Don't talk nonsense, now before the truth comes out, don't say anything, in case Uno doesn't do anything, and you talk like this, wait for him to come home. Embarrassing."

A little bit of trouble can spread in the town. The aging town residents love the gossip of the people around them. Under everyone's onlookers, Uno was pushed into the police car, and the black people also refreshed everyone. three views.

In this pomp, Uno will not be directly dragged to the execution!