Naruto Golden Miracle

"My lord, my lord, I'm full, I'm going back to the study first." Arya pushed the chair away at this moment, and trotted upstairs.

"Huh?" Tatsumi looked shocked, not knowing what happened.

"This child, I'm shy, after all, she's still a child... Hey, in the blink of an eye, my little angel, Alia, is so big... She's about to fall in love. Think back to the little one who was only that big when she was born... ... Time is running out, Tazmi, you have to treat Arya well, and don't make her sad, she is the baby in our family." Lord Ford explained with a smile.

"I see." Tatsumi smiled shyly, "I will, Lord Ford."

"Tazmi..."

At this time, Arya's voice came from the stairs.

"Eh?"

Tatsumi said goodbye to the Lord and his wife, and went upstairs to Arya's boudoir.

"This is a gift from me..." Arya handed Tazmi a wooden box.

"What is this?" Tazmi took the wooden box, which was quite heavy, and gently opened it, revealing a cold black long sword with a sharp light flashing on the blade.

"Wow, what a sharp sword." Tatsumi picked up the black sword and was very happy. He usually used the iron sword made by the old blacksmith in the village, and he had never seen such a good weapon.

"When you were protecting me yesterday, the sword was damaged... I asked the guards to find a sword in the treasury today and give it to you..." Arya stroked the bun on her forehead and whispered softly, " This sword is called 'Sura', and it is said that there is a very sad story about it."

"Huh? What kind of story?"

"It is said that in the distant ancient times, there were countless countries on our continent, known as the Warring States Generation. There was a small country that was rich in swordsmen. There was a very powerful swordsman, and his wife was that The swordsmith in the country."

1468: Death

"They are lovers who love each other very much. In order to save her husband's life on the battlefield, the wife spent many years and found some alchemists to forge a very powerful sword... Just when the sword was about to succeed, The swordsman was transferred out to carry out the task, but the swordsman's political enemies suddenly attacked the swordsman's home, killed the swordsman's wife...and threw her into the sword casting pool..."

"The swordsman heard the bad news, returned home, took out the cast sword, and then went crazy. He entered the capital by himself and killed all the nobles and soldiers of the entire country, becoming the Warring States Period. The famous Shura of the era..."

Arya slowly told a sad story.

"Ah! There is such a sad story, no wonder there is an unimaginable murderous aura on this sword." Tatsumi stared at the black long sword with wide eyes.

"Tazmi... I think you know... No matter what, don't blame me, okay? We will always be together." Aliya looked at Tazmi tenderly.

"I will!"

Tatsumi nodded, seriously.

……

late at night.

Tatsumi woke up suddenly from his room and climbed out of bed.

"The dinner was really full and delicious. Arya and her family are really kind people." Tazmi looked at the black long sword "Sura" in the corner, feeling inexplicably happy in his heart. The habitual swordsman in the wilderness cannot Throwing down the sword, he habitually carried the sword on his back.

"By the way... where is the toilet... I got lost..."

Tatsumi was walking and got lost in the garden.

"Alia's house is too big, I can't even find a toilet..." At this time, Tazmi heard some slight movements.

"Keep your voice down, hurry up, and get rid of this woman's stinking corpse! And get rid of that guy too!"

"Woooo..."

"Cut his throat quickly before Tazmi wakes up."

With Night Breeze, Tazmi seemed to faintly hear Arya's voice.

"Huh? Arya?"

Tatsumi turned into the garden curiously.

"It's a bit familiar here, it seems to be the place where those killers appeared yesterday...they pointed at that strange iron gate and said something to me..."

When Tazmi was wondering, he suddenly saw under the moonlight that Alia was directing several soldiers to drag a burlap bag and a figure tied up with blood and covering his mouth with his feet.

The figure was whimpering... tears were falling.

That figure is...

Eyeias...

"No way...Eyeas...why, you...you...appeared...here...Alia...what the hell is going on..." Tatsumi felt his head was a little heavy .

"Don't cut his throat yet! He will alarm others!" Arya ordered to the soldiers in panic.

"Yes, Miss." A soldier drew out his knife and was about to slit Iyeas' throat.

"you……"

Tatsumi gasped in shock.

"Tazmi...it's not like this, you listen to me, it's not like this." As soon as Arya turned her head, she saw Tazmi staying there.

"Woooooo!" Iyeas saw a familiar figure not far away, widened his eyes, struggled to spit out the sackcloth from his mouth, and hoarse like a ghost, "Tazmi... ...Are you here to rescue me? Tazmi is that you? We came from the countryside...we were brought here by them, after eating we lost consciousness, and when we woke up...we were imprisoned here... ..."

"Yes... yes... that woman... tortured Shayou to death! Tazmi avenged us! Cough cough!" Iyeas coughed out a big mouthful of blood clots.

"Sayou..."

Tatsumi's expression froze, and he lowered his head mechanically, and saw the half-sackcloth bag on the ground overflowing with blood...the corpse of a girl in human form was exposed...the familiar hair color...and the eyes that did not rest in peace...