Blacksmiths from Naruto

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Asma and Hong, who were sitting by the window, naturally noticed these anomalies.

But they didn't say anything, just couldn't help sighing.

Asma lit a cigarette and sighed, "The villagers misunderstood the child so much!"

"Why is there such a big misunderstanding?"

Red asked a question.

"do not know."

Asma took a deep breath, then slowly spit it out, and continued: "But there is a high probability that someone deliberately provoked the phenomenon."

He had just returned to Konoha and didn't know much about Konoha's situation.

However, as the guardian of the Twelve Ninjas, Asma has stayed by the daimyo's side for several years, and has seen a lot of political struggles, and he has just experienced a civil war with internal disagreements.

He is very sensitive to those political means now, and he has a faint smell of something.

"Why do this?"

"do not know."

Asma leaned on the back of the chair, lay down on her back and blew a smoke ring, and said, "Maybe there is something I don't know about, or it may be that some guys are planning something for their own interests. In short, there are too many possibilities."

"I hope it's the former!"

With a sigh, Hong picked up the glass and drank it.

As a ninja, she knows what to ask and what not to ask.

Although he felt sympathy for what happened to Naruto, he did not reach out to help.

Because she didn't know if doing so would make things worse.

However, when Hong looked towards Naruto, seeing that he was happily chatting with another indifferent peer, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but outline a smile.

"Even though everyone hates him, there are people who are his friends."

Asma followed the red eyes and saw Kuruyoshi, who was chatting with Naruto, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That child is good, even if it may be annoying because of it, he didn't abandon his friends."

"Really, I think so too."

The two of them slammed the wine glass, and then drank it with a knowing smile.

When Naruto came to the table, a smile had returned to his face.

Although he was still very concerned, he didn't want his emotions to affect other people.

In a sense, Naruto is the Virgin Mary.

"I know that, but what should I call you?" Naruto asked, scratching his head and looking at Cangji, a little embarrassed.

"My name is Cangji." Cangji rested his hands and knees on the table, his palms dragged his chin, and his eyes looked at Naruto tightly, "Don't force a smile if you feel uncomfortable, it will only make yourself more uncomfortable."

"Eh!?" Naruto was stunned, then waved his hand with a smile, "Where, how could I be uncomfortable because of this kind of thing!"

"You don't have to care about me, even if you cry in front of me, my heart will not fluctuate at all."

"Hey! Didn't you say you were friends before?" Naruto slammed the table and stood up, shouting in dissatisfaction, "I feel so uncomfortable, don't you care?"

"No, don't talk nonsense, and the two fools don't need to care."

"What do you say?"

"Because the two fools will forget their sadness and find new happiness."

"You're talking about Erha!"

"That's right, I suddenly found out that you and Erha are quite similar."

"Nani!"

After a while, Naruto relaxed a lot.

He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the lights on the ceiling, a smile on his face.

The indifference of the villagers that had been lingering in his mind for a long time finally disappeared from his mind temporarily.

"Thank you, Kurayoshi."

"Thank me for what?"

Kurayoshi, who was seasoning the tenderloin, raised his head and gave him a strange look.