What's more, the longer she observed the black spot, the more familiar she felt, as if she had seen it before.

Zhenyang secretly put a big question mark on the body of this unknown creature, an astonishing conjecture appeared in his mind, and the look in his eyes gradually became dangerous.

"I see... Then, thank you for your hard work, Maou."

Minato Namikaze seemed to see her concealment and didn't ask any questions. The experience of his partner over the past years told him that the other party had his own way. He quickly browsed the scroll, and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a lot more relaxed.

Minato smiled and looked at the person opposite: "Let's stay in Konoha for one night today, Fuyue should be back tomorrow, will we leave after seeing each other?"

"No, the longer you stay there, the greater the risk of exposure. Besides—"

The woman's voice became lighter and lighter, her expression mixed with a bit of bitterness, but her tone was more relaxed and cheerful.

"I'm afraid I'll be reluctant to leave after seeing my brother."

"It's better to disappear from the beginning than to miss it more later."

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Black absolutely, dangerous.

I drew the whole cover myself, and I think it fits the characters quite well. Later, the plot card is out, and there are many characters to write and arrange. Uncle Ban sleeps peacefully underground.

Chapter 66 66.

"Itachi, why is your expression so serious, what's on your mind?"

Seeing the look of bitterness and hatred on the face of the little deputy, Minato Minato Namimo tapped the table with the pen in his upside-down hand, posing a posture of listening intently.

Uchiha Itachi was stunned for a while, not expecting him to ask such a question, and then nodded slowly. He looked down at the document in his hand and whispered, "Lord Hokage, my sister-in-law came to Konoha a few days ago."

"Um... so what?"

"Did you know about this?"

"Yes, her sudden visit surprised me too." Minato held his face and looked at him with a smile.

Seeing that he was obviously teasing himself, Itachi hesitated, wondering if he should ask that sentence. But the identity of the person in front of him is Hokage. If the other party can't answer, then he really doesn't know who to ask.

Itachi pursed his lips: "Little aunt... can she come back in the future?"

Carrying the identity of betrayal and forbearance, working for that kind of organization, can you return to Konoha as if nothing happened after everything is over?

Even if Konoha's people agree, will people in other countries be willing?

Thinking of his father's surprise and a bit of joy when he heard that she was back, Uchiha Itachi felt powerless.

He couldn't imagine what the future would be like.

"........."

Aware of the deep meaning of these words, Minato was silent, he restrained his smile, his expression was solemn and complicated, and there was a hint of guilt mixed in.

"I can't give you a positive answer, but I will do my best to help her. And you know, she has prepared for the worst when she decides to make this choice, and I have stopped it. , but failed."

Speaking of this, Minato smiled sadly: "Even if such a person eventually returns to Konoha, it is her choice, not our choice. No one can control her decision, and no one can hold her back. Pace...this is Maou Uchiha."

"........."

"What kind of person do you think Maura Uchiha is?"

After sighing, the topic was thrown to Itachi. The young man was thoughtful and pondered for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "Little aunt, she is a person who does whatever she wants and is not restricted..."

At the age of four, when he was still young, he met for the first time another relative who only lived in the dialogue between his parents - his father's sister, his aunt by blood.

The man paced from the periphery of the battlefield amid the exclamations of the crowd, wrapped in the aura of slaughter that had not yet retreated. When people saw her at first glance, they would be convinced by the amazing aura, and then they would notice the appearance of the other party that was almost incompatible with the aura of the whole body.

——My aunt doesn't seem to be as scary as outsiders say.

This is Uchiha Itachi's first impression of Uchiha Maou.

But the next few years of getting along made him realize that his sister-in-law should be more unfathomable than he imagined. Those eyes that seemed to have experienced the precipitation of the years seemed to see through people's thoughts every time they looked over. Unbearable thoughts will be invisible in those eyes.

Later, he only saw similar eyes on retired elders in the clan.

His father once said to him in private: "If Zhenyang intends to be the patriarch, no one in the clan can compete with her, not even me."

This kind of evaluation Itachi took it for granted.

In front of him, he is just a kind and amiable elder. She will patiently teach herself ninjutsu, and she will take him out to relax when she is in a bad mood, where her parents can’t care. Always show up in time to answer his questions.

Days like this run through his entire childhood and are a very precious memory for him.

In his mind, Uchiha Maou is extremely talented, more reliable than anyone, more powerful than anyone, and more gentle than anyone.

It is the insurmountable mountain in front of his life, and it is also the beacon to dispel the fog in front of him.

At the end of the month, the beginning of spring is approaching.

The cherry trees by the lake are standing sideways or leaning among the numerous and finely broken petals. The wind gently swept across the branches, bringing down a scattered rain of cherry blossoms, which danced freely in the air and disappeared in an instant.

Zhu Nan's group passed through the country of flowers on the way back from the mission, and stopped here to rest. It just so happens that there is a cherry blossom festival here, and the people are mixed, and they are not very conspicuous in it.

The woman stopped under the tree and watched, letting the petals blow down on her head but didn't care, she just frowned and seemed to be caught in some bad memory.

"Do you like cherry blossom viewing? You've been standing here for a long time."

Loquat Shizang came from the back, stopped beside her, raised his hand to brush the cherry blossoms on his hair, and sighed in his heart that the other party was not much younger than himself, but in some respects, he had a strange childish temperament. What the little girl Lin said was right at all.