It was mid-May when the four of Hanfeng escorted Shirata Shinichi away from Konoha, and when they returned to Konoha from Poisonous Insect Valley, it was almost mid-June.

Only one C-level mission was completed in a full month, and there was still life-threatening danger in the middle, and the key was not able to upgrade the mission level. Both Hanfeng and Zhishui felt that it was the fault of the oil girl Zhihei.

After handing in the task and entrusting Jin to the task of sharing the spoils, Zhihei, the oil girl, announced that she would take a two-day break and go to the Hokage Rock to gather on the third day. He was going to guide the cultivation of the cold wind and the three.

After disbanding, the cold wind went straight home.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but all the way, the cold wind feels that the people around me have the meaning of coming and going in a hurry.

Did something happen in the village?

Han Feng frowned and walked forward. When passing by a ninja shop, he paused, hesitated, turned and walked into the ninja shop.

"Lord Ninja, do you want to buy a ninja tool?" The owner of the ninja tool shop greeted him immediately.

Han Feng casually pointed at a few kunai and shuriken and asked for the price.

The boss is very enthusiastic. He bluntly said that these ninja tools were made by the masters of the Craftsman Ninja Village.

The cold wind didn't interrupt his praise, and praised him for five minutes with a calm face, and finally learned the price from the boss's mouth.

However, this price is 30% more expensive than when the cold wind left Konoha a month ago.

As the so-called Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet, these ninja tool shops have their own sources of intelligence. Once the scale of the war expands or the situation becomes tense, the price of ninja tools will rise.

Han Feng's mood was a little heavy, he nodded and turned to leave: Hey, I was praised for nothing, this business is done!

The owner of the ninja shop looked at Han Feng's back, his face twitched slightly, he felt that he was being tricked, but there was no evidence!

...

All the way home, Han Feng opened the door and went in. The living room was empty, and there was no one in the backyard. It was obvious that neither Keiko nor Gale had returned.

Han Feng went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, then sat on the sofa for a while, then turned to look around.

For some reason, he always felt something strange, and there seemed to be a very depressing feeling in the room.

Could it be that someone is watching over here?

Cold Wind silently closed his eyes, Yuyin performed Perception Ninjutsu, and then slowly spread his perception around, but there was no one else in the house except him.

Cold Wind didn't give up, and continued to expand his perception. When the range of perception spread to nearby neighbors' houses, Cold Wind only sensed two vague human-shaped lines.

And the location of these two...

The cold wind opened his eyes violently: It's the Blaze!

Could it be that the little brother's father, Moonlight Star Stone, is back?

Cold Wind got up and came to the corner of the backyard, and then jumped gently to Moonlight Star Stone's house.

When he landed, the feeling of depression became even more serious!

Because the apartment type of Yueguang Xingshi's house is similar to that of Hanfeng's house, Hanfeng entered the living room directly from the backyard of his house, and then saw the two old men Yueguang Inoue and Yueguang Matsushita.

Just as Han Feng waved his hand to say hello, he saw a lot of black banners hanging on the wall of the living room. He looked around, and finally set his eyes on the wall... a portrait?

"Cold wind, you are back."

Seeing the cold wind on Yueguang Inoue, the corner of his mouth showed a radian that seemed to be crying and laughing, and said softly.

Cold wind looked over and found that Yueguang Inoue was more bald and older.

"Uncle Xingshi he..."

The cold wind didn't know how to speak, and there was some disbelief in his eyes.

"Sacrifice on the battlefield."

Moonlight Matsushita sighed, "There's nothing to be sad about, there's no way to die in war."

The cold wind froze.

To say that he is heartbroken, it must be a lie, after all, Hanfeng is an 'outlander' and has met with Moonlight Starstone only a handful of times.

It is impossible to say that he is not sad. After all, he is an uncle who is related by blood.

In particular, Moonlight Star Stone is also the father of the younger brother.

For the past six months, Han Feng has eaten and lived with Gao Feng, and even slept on a tatami mat. Even strangers have fallen asleep, let alone his own brother.

After that, Yueguang Inoue told Hanfeng the whole story.

Half a month ago, Yueguang Xingshi led a team to attack the logistics supply of Shayin Village, but I didn't expect that the person in charge of escorting the logistics supply turned out to be the so-called hero of Shayin Village, who has the limit of scorching blood, Ye Cang!

Moonstone and his companions did not escape, they all died.

There is no soul-stirring story, no epic deeds, just sacrificed like that.

The body was exchanged for the body of a ninja from Sandyin Village. After returning to Konoha, it was buried the next day.

And that was five days ago.

"The wind... are you alright?"

The cold wind is worried about him.

"He's still young, he should soon forget about it." Moonlight Inoue sighed.

Yueguang Panasonic said: "Cold wind, you can spend more time with him these days."

"I see."

The cold wind responded in a low voice.

After putting two sticks of incense on the Moonlight Star Stone, Han Feng jumped back to his backyard. When he entered the living room, Han Feng paused and turned towards the stake in the backyard.

The last time the cold wind and the moonlight smoke were PK here, the stake was amputated by the moonlight smoke, and it was only over one meter high.

Han Feng walked closer and found that the surface of the wooden stake was covered with messy thick sword marks, which were cut with a sword without a sharp edge. pain.

Back in the living room and sat on the sofa, Han Feng sat there, thinking about how to enlighten him when the wind came back, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say.

Chicken Soup for the Soul?

Do not make jokes.

If he dies, and others come to give him chicken soup for the soul, he must be killed!

After thinking about it, I don't know how long it took, when the sound of opening and closing the door and changing shoes suddenly came from the entrance.

The cold wind heard that it was the younger brother, got up and walked over.

The wind came in from the entrance with his head lowered, and his whole body exuded a lost aura.

"blast……"

The cold wind opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say.

"Brother, your mission is back."

Gao Feng raised his head, there were obvious bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and his expression was indescribably decadent. After putting down his schoolbag, Gao Feng went straight to the backyard.

After a while, there was a messy slashing sound.

When Han Feng walked to the corridor of the back hall, he saw that Gale Feng used all his strength to cut out the dagger in his hand every time. After a while, Gale Wind's hand slowly overflowed with blood.

It was only then that Han Feng realized that Gale's hands were wrapped in bandages, but at this time the bandages were already red.

The cold wind couldn't stand it any longer, and went up to a dagger that shot down the wind.

"Haifeng, I know you're sad, but if you practice like this, Uncle Xingshi won't be happy when he sees it." Hanfeng said softly.

Gale looked down at the dagger on the grass, neither crying nor making noise nor speaking.

This situation is the most annoying.

Cold wind bit the bullet and comforted him again, but it didn't have the slightest effect. Cold wind only felt that the surrounding air was about to solidify.

At this time, the cold wind really wanted to turn into a blue beast, using youth and blood as the entry point, hugging the little brother and crying for a while.

But, it really can't be done...

Thanks to the book friends Lumia and Pizhi for my reward and support.