Naruto: My Own Wind

Sagiri turned around and saw a big shiny bald head, "It's you, why are you here? You..."

Picked up the kunai on the ground, Sagiri looked at the other person vigilantly, "Big bald head, you are not following us, are you?

You don't have any intentions towards us, are you? You are not..."

"I am following you, what a joke, I am just passing by." Fengjian couldn't listen any more. If he didn't say anything, who knows what nonsense Sagiri would say.

After tying the fainted guy to the tree, Morinoida appeared in front of Sagiri with a knife and protected him behind him.

Of course, the samurai sword was not across the chest, but held in the hand.

"Bald head, you obviously entered the Stone Kingdom before us, why are you walking behind us." Morinoida's eyes were like torches, and his face was calm, "Tell me, who are you?"

"Who are you? What are your intentions?" Sagiri also echoed.

Fengjian didn't pay attention to the two of them at the first time, but leaned over to look at Fengma Sasame's wound. Seeing that the wound was not deep and the blood was bright red, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Big bald head, where are you looking at?" Sagiri took a step to the left and blocked Sasame tightly, "You old pervert, if you look again, I will dig out your eyes and step on them."

Old pervert!

Fengjian's facial muscles were twitching uncontrollably. He didn't expect that one day he would be described like this by his own apprentice.

Didn't he just look at the wound? How could he be called an old pervert!

Puff!

"Goose, goose, goose..."

Fengma Sasame laughed like a goose, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Sasame, you...what are you laughing at, be careful not to pull the wound." Sagiri turned her head and said, then looked back at Fengjian, turned her head and said again, and looked back at Fengjian again.

"Sagiri, stop talking nonsense and bandage Sasame's wound."

It was Morinoida's reminder that reminded Sagiri of what she had to do before.

"Then pay attention to that bald old pervert." After giving the instruction, Sagiri turned around and squatted.

Seeing that Fuma Sasame's body was still trembling, she slapped him on the side of his hip, "You are still laughing, you... look, the wound is bleeding again."

Picking up the cloth on the ground, Sagiri was about to bandage Fuma Sasame.

"Wait a minute!"

"Bald... old pervert, what are you doing." Morinoida held the samurai sword across his chest and stared at Kazama. As long as Kazama dared to take a step forward, his samurai sword would flash coldly.

Click!

A cross appeared on Kazama's forehead. He looked at Morinoida and Sagiri, and then glanced at the bloody wound of Fuma Sasame. He bit his back teeth and thought to himself, you two little bastards, just wait, today's account will be settled later.

So, Kazama tried to calm down, and then raised the first aid kit in his hand, "Use this to bandage, who knows how many bacteria are on your rag.

It was fine originally, but if you put this rag on, it might be amputated if it's not handled properly."

As soon as the voice fell, the first aid kit fell accurately beside Sagiri.

And Kazama, with a flash, disappeared from the sight of the three people.

Morinoida widened his eyes, looked around, and found no trace. He looked at the forest on both sides and did not rush in.

Morinoida could not leave the two women alone without saying whether the bald man was inside.

Fuma Sasame also looked around and confirmed that Kazama had left. There was a trace of loss in her eyes.

As for Sagiri, she stared at the first aid kit in a daze. After a moment, she screamed loudly, which frightened Fuma Sasame and Morino Ida so much that their souls almost jumped out of their shells.

"Sagiri, what are you shouting about?" Morino Ida scratched her ears.

When she looked up and saw Sagiri, she was frightened again.

Sagiri's face turned livid, her fists clenched, and her body trembled slightly. Her eyes flashed with anger, and her nostrils flared. It was obvious that she was so angry that she couldn't control herself.

"Sa... Sagiri, how..."

"Ah! This damn old pervert actually said that I was dirty, it's really unreasonable.

Ah! I'm dirty there, I smell good, okay!" Sagiri threw the cloth in her hand to Morino Ida, breathing heavily from her nostrils, "Ida, smell it, isn't it very fragrant?"

"This... I... this..." Morino Ida was holding the cloth, a little at a loss.

This cloth is part of Sagiri's clothes. If she smells it, it would be like...

Thinking of this, Morino Ida's face slowly turned red.

"What is this? I told you to smell it, so just smell it."

Looking at the cloth in his hand, Morino Ida couldn't help but sneak a peek at where the cloth was originally. This time, his face turned even redder.

"Ida, you are so nagging..."

"Ouch, my arm hurts."

Hearing Fuma Sasame's voice, Sagiri didn't bother to let Morino Ida smell the cloth, but turned around and saw Fuma Sasame's face.Without revealing the pain, she looked down at the first aid kit, gritted her teeth, picked up the first aid kit, and bandaged Fuma Sasame's wound.

And Morino Ida finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But after his breath stabilized, he couldn't help but look back and forth between the cloth and the original place.

Finally, his face turned red again.

Seeing that Sagiri had finished bandaging herself, Fuma Sasame smiled sweetly, "Sagiri, thank you."

"Sasame, we are best sisters, I'm not happy if you say that." Sagiri pouted, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked angry.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Fuma Sasame gently shook Sagiri's arm.

"That's more like it."

Seeing a smile on Sagiri's face, Fuma Sasame looked up at Morino Ida, "Ida, should we ask that person for the exact location of the rebel ninja?"

"Ah...ah! Sasame, you're right, I'll go ask now."

"Can you do it alone?" Sagiri's voice was full of disbelief.

"Can you do it alone?" Morino Ida slowly turned around, facing the two women, and stretched out her index finger, "I'll let you see, I! Can, but not."

After saying this, Morino Ida walked towards the man tied to the tree with a confident step.

Of course, the piece of cloth was also quietly put into his arms.

"Hey, you..."

"Sagiri, come closer to my ear."

"What for?" Sagiri looked at Fuma Sasame in confusion.

"Hey, come here." Pulling Sagiri over, Fuma Sasame whispered in her ear, "Sagiri, you're exposed."

"Go..." Sagiri looked down and saw her snow-white skin from her right waist to her navel.

This also reminded Sagiri that she was in a hurry and threw her clothes too hard before, so she looked like this now.

After three seconds of stunned, Sagiri opened her mouth and was about to sing an octave higher, but Fuma Sasame, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, covered her mouth with one hand, "Sagiri, do you want those two men to see it?"

Sagiri looked up and saw Morino Ida, who was having a cordial and friendly exchange with that person, and she immediately shook her head.

"Then don't shout."

Seeing Sagiri nod, Fuma Sasame took his hand away.

Sagiri covered her waist and said anxiously, "Sasame, what should I do?"

"It's simple, wait a moment." Sagiri opened her bag, took out a piece of clothing from it, and handed it to Sagiri.

Sagiri took the clothes without hesitation, and asked while putting them on: "Sasame, you still bring clothes when you go out."

"If I didn't bring them, wouldn't you always be like this?"

"Well, it's all thanks to... Ah! I was wondering what that old pervert was looking at, it turned out to be..." Sagiri tightened her clothes, her eyes flashing fiercely, "Don't let me see him again, if I do, I will beat him up."

Fuuma Sasame's lips twitched slightly, and looking at Sagiri gritting her teeth, she didn't know who she was mourning for three seconds in her heart.

"Ah... Stop beating me, I'll tell you!"

Snap!

"Are you going to tell me or not!"

Snap!

"You're going to tell me..."

"Stop beating me! I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you!"

Hearing this, Morinoida reached back and wiped the sweat off her forehead, sighing in her heart that beating people is also a physical job.