Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"vomit……"

Sada Mayi's vomiting sound attracted Mizuno's attention.

I saw Mayi Sada leaning on the wall, her face was pale, her mouth was open and she was about to spit out.

Bad stomach, fever, or?

"Are you okay?" Mizuno's pupils stood up, and faint sweat flowed from his palms.

Sada Mayi was going to vomit, which had nothing to do with him at all... It shouldn't have anything to do with it, probably, almost.

"it's okay no problem."

Sada Mayi waved his hand, looking so weak that he didn't even want to say anything, "You... have a look."

With trembling hands, she handed the phone to Mizuno, and on the screen of the phone was a segment of an online program.

【Worst Broadcasting Accident in Heisei History】

The headline at the beginning is so sensational.

The news of the islanders just likes to engage in these eye-catching things, and by the way, it has gained a lot of popularity in Heisei.

【I am Wang Jiang desu~meow】

【You are all good or bad, meow~】

In the video, a Vtb "scratches one's head and poses", the voice makes Mizuno's skin crawl all over, and the most unacceptable thing he can do is this kind of disgusting voice.

The video suddenly turned and turned, and the scene of the broadcast accident was directly broadcast. Because it was an online program, there was no mosaic at all.

"..." Mizuno pushed his hands away like a ghost, "Is this Utahara Miyu's brother, Utahara Shiho?"

It turns out that Utahara Shiho suddenly made a lot of money because of this reason. Should it be said that nerds make money easily, or should it be said that Shiho has a talent for deceiving men. And this guy should have just been released, but this kind of news caused such news. It is definitely a social death for ordinary people.

"It's really... hard work, Miyu Utahara."

The white animal ear girl.

Sora Mizuno found that the Vtb that Utahara Shiho played back was very familiar, and this seemed to be the image of Tatsuya Haruyama wearing a pain shirt.

No way, Qing Shanda also suffered.

"..."

Mizuno couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the scene where Qingshan Tatsu was also obsessed with Utahara Shiho.

This is death by sight.

Mizuno put the phone aside and looked at the small dolls he had carved out on the table. They were made of wood and paper. They were all exquisite Japanese-style dolls, but it was precisely because of their exquisiteness that this doll looked even more Weird, scary.

"It's very subtle..."

My current situation is very similar to that of Utahara Shiho before, as long as I see the light, I will die instantly.

The government will treat Misa, the little witch well, and even multiple forces vying for Takeo Shoubu. In addition to coveting supernatural abilities, another reason is to be afraid of powerful supernatural forces. Whether Shoubu or Misa Ito, there are no small supernatural forces behind them. .

Throwing rats.

But when the other party finds out that the so-called supernatural abilities are all produced by him, and the so-called supernatural forces are all illusions created by him alone...

Mizuno would not let this happen, absolutely not.

The three of Meisha are just the dolls he is controlling. The more chaotic the situation is, the more chance he has to fish in troubled waters.

Now it seems that the defense department is being wooed by Kansai, but he still has a feeling that he is in the middle of the game and does not know the game. Kansai and Tokyo have faint signs of confrontation. Although it is only a small spark, Mizuno The purpose is to ignite this spark as much as possible, the more vigorous it is, the better.

When the situation is chaotic to a certain extent, he will try to use some proxy status to go to the front of the stage to contact various forces, such as the gods of which forces, the gods walking on the ground, as a god, asking mortals for something is not too much, right?

If you have the powerful ability of nuclear weapons, why do you need to be restrained.

Mizuno breathed a sigh of relief, the finished doll walked slowly under the chakra silk thread, the doll stepped on the open textbook map, and the central part of Honshu Island was pressed out of spiral folds.

Due to the length limit of the Chakra thread, these dolls can only be about 100 meters away from Mizuno at most, but fortunately there are clones and ravens carrying Chakra.

"Just let me add another fire."

…………

Chiba Prefecture, Urayasu City.

A man who was being hunted down like a cat and a mouse finally fell to the ground exhausted. He backed up with his terrified arms: "I, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Meisha stood in the room, the bone spur stretched out from her left arm, and gently touched the man's forehead.

The sharp bone spur cut his forehead, and blood dripped down in a line.

This man was wearing a mask and a tattered coat, and he didn't look like a high-spirited extreme figure at all.

He still doesn't know why he was hunted down. Although he is a member of the Matsuba Association, he is in charge of the Edogawa District. He doesn't remember any enemies. Moreover, he is only a small cadre, and he even goes to the annual meeting. The one that doesn't work.

It was discovered that the colleagues in the regiment were killed one by one. The survivors gathered together to fight together and even called the police, but nothing was heard from them. They didn't even know who was chasing after them, as if they were in high spirits. Into a night of cannibalism.

"I, make a phone call... tell my wife and daughter, is it okay..." He begged in an extremely humble tone.

The man finally saw the "enemy" who had killed many of his colleagues. The other party was a monster, a man-eating monster... More than a dozen colleagues with knives were cut in half by this monster.

"let's hit."

Misa stared intently.

"Thank you...thank you." The fleeing Jidao man kowtowed in thanks, and with tears in his eyes, he made a familiar phone call with trembling hands.

"Beep, beep, beep."

"Hi, hello, this is..."

In order to escape, he had already changed his cell phone number.

"It's me, it's Dad..."

"Pfft!"

The bone spur inserted from the center of his eyebrows and then pierced from the center of his eyebrows, blood dripped from the tip of the bone spur, there were still tears in his eyes, and a smile just bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

The phone fell to the ground with a bang.

"Hey, Dad, hello, hello..."

Meisha pulled out the bone spur and wiped off the blood on the bone with her cuff as she walked. She had already agreed to the caller's request.

"..." Yuna, who was standing beside her, sighed, and made way for Meisha neatly.

No matter how many times she watched it, she still couldn't get used to Meisha's cruelty, and she couldn't get used to it for the rest of her life.

She is from America, a mixed-race islander, and works in the CIA. She never dreamed that after being sent to her father's home country, she would take over such a hot potato. The embarrassing identity of a mixed-race person has become a bridge between the intelligence agencies of the two countries. , There are still many mixed-blood bridges like him, and there are only a few who can send knowledge to the supernatural side.

Glancing at the cell phone that kept sending out questions, Kunna hesitated for half a second and followed Meisha's footsteps.

What can she do, she is just a helpless little employee.

The voice on the phone has changed from surprise to heart-piercing wailing.

"Dad! Dad!!"