Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Island country, Tokyo, Adachi Kazakako.

It's the campus festival of Adachi First High School. It's just that such a lively event has no chance for high school seniors. Freshmen are waiting hard for the college entrance examination season. However, there are also students who give up and struggle and wait to become social people after graduation. enjoying the last of his youth.

Holding the soul of Shilong Dadou in his hand, Mizuno took it home with an expressionless face. No one in the Kaibu restaurant could have imagined that the chef was cooking with the soul in one hand and the other in the other. To eat is to say two things.

The hurried night ended quickly, and the tongues of these diners were all satisfied by cooking ninjutsu. However, the Tibetan people in the black are really good at cooking, but they have made rapid progress in insects.

Mizuno has no intention of dealing with bugs at all. Although he is not afraid of bugs, he is a little disgusting after all. The tireless research of some black Tibetans is really a good thing.

"It's hard work." Erina nodded to Mizuno, her eyes full of admiration for her son-in-law.

They are about to graduate from high school, and many students will get married immediately after graduating from high school.

However, this is only her own opinion, it still depends on Mizuno's choice. Erina knows very well that her daughter, if no one leads her forward, she will always hesitate to walk in place.

Mizuno wiped all the kitchen utensils clean, nodded and said, "Hi."

He left the cooking house first, and Sada Mayi walked out a few minutes later. The two tacitly acted like thieves who did bad things, and there were little secrets hidden in Tokyo.

Just waiting for Sada Mayi to return home, he saw Mizuno looking at the bottles and jars at home.

They are all canned fruit and other leftover glass jars. With Sada Mayi's economical and practical character, she will definitely not discard these useful things directly. For her, such wasteful behavior is a crime at all.

Although most of these bottles and jars do not have anything in them, they are stored like this first, in case they will be useful in the future? Like a squirrel storing food for the winter.

"What are you going to put? There are some containers here." Putting the shoes into the storage rack, Sada Shinichi opened another cabinet.

There are a lot of jars in there.

Holding the selected 'prison' in his hand, Mizuno was quite speechless. What kind of strange hobby is Sada? There are notebooks, game cards, and there are people who collect bottles and cans?

"This is about the same." Mizuno found a gray-black transparent jar, he unscrewed the lid, and held the unconscious Shilong Dadou ghost in his left hand.

"Wang Wang... woo~"

Xiao Q turned around impatiently beside Mizuno, and the barking sound he wanted to shout turned into a whimper under Mizuno's glanced eyes. If the hostess suddenly walked into the living room, he would have to open his mouth to ask the male host what happened. what.

How did the little Q's younger brother become such a ghost, he became a circle, and he didn't even have consciousness.

I also hope that my subordinate will return as soon as possible to dominate the top of Tokyo together.

But in this way, it is embarrassing to make this big brother! !

He patted the bottle with his right hand, and Shi Long Dadou's soul shot directly into it, and then closed the bottle. Mizuno used chakra to draw a sealing barrier on the bottle. The soul of Mizuno has no bottom in his heart.

After doing all this, Mizuno put the bottles neatly in the cabinet, which looked no different from other bottles and jars.

Naturally, he would not brutally kill Shi Long Dadou directly. Being able to cultivate the puppet technique to LV4 is also Shi Long Dadou's talent. Killing him directly is a waste of precious resources.

But when will this guy be released again is a question, but if Shilong Dadou's memory is really fully recovered, Mizuno doesn't mind a single thought to wipe him out completely.

The gray-black bottle reflects Mizuno's deep eyes, sealing the human soul in the container, which is a downright demonic act.

Nanzao Yang's father Jinshan is still suffering from the aftermath, while Daoguo and Amelika are quickly studying the harvest of this incident.

This incident has revealed too much information! Especially the words written by the long pole on the ground!

Who are you?

Mochizuki Misa

I'm

Handwriting experts look for clues from the twisted strokes, and relevant experts from all walks of life, such as language, writing, and psychology, study these sentences.

They are like treasure diggers, holding "digging tools" to find the treasure little by little.

The government is not a fool, even if they are convinced of the words of the windbreaker man, but the black prison and supervision naturally need to be studied, but the government will not let other things go.

"This sentence can be understood from many angles..."

"Is it possible that the skin devil knows Miss Mochizuki? Or, the skin devil has seen similar abilities, so he will ask who you are when you are confused. You must know that if you meet a complete stranger, it will come from the motivation. To say that there is absolutely no reason to ask who you are, this is a question that arises between familiar and unfamiliar situations."

The other experts nodded, and they had the same guesses in their minds: "Indeed, the skin ghost either knows Miss Mochizuki, or knows this ability."

"Mochizuki Misa's writing is also very interesting, touching chiduki... misa... Human skin ghost wrote the name of Miss Mochizuki almost without hesitation, either because he has studied the island language, or he seems to know Mochizuki Misa, so I wrote it in an instant."

"On the other hand, assuming that he has some knowledge of the island language, misa was widely used as a name in the late last century. He easily wrote the pseudonym of misa~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Is this the opposite direction? Prove the time period in which the skin ghost lived?"

Professionals conduct meticulous analysis from the minute, and they really want to interpret every stroke and every stroke.

Meisha has been wearing a miniature camera all the time, and every move of the long pole is completely recorded. At the end, I am the ending. Experts have watched it back and forth many times. Movements, possible places to write down, and thirty-five possible beginnings of Chinese surnames are all listed.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot with excitement, and their whole body trembled. Their intuition told them that it's not that simple!

"If, I mean if..."

A tall neurotic bit his finger, almost bleeding from his finger: "It's not that the man in the windbreaker suddenly found the trace of the human skin ghost and took it away. It seems that everything is just a coincidence, but it was deliberately not allowed to write. What about the final name?"

"Men in trench coat, what are you hiding?"

"Men in trench coat, why are you worried, worried, or even afraid of the ghosts writing names?"