Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Park Piaole took a heavy step forward, and the soles of his shoes left deep marks on the beach. He looked at the beach calmly with his eyes. The sea and sky were beautiful, but it was still nothing compared to the beach in his hometown, Tamna Island. ah.

This is a seaside park in Fukuoka City, located opposite the Fukuoka Tower, a small internet celebrity attraction, just across the road.

A narrow stretch of beach is not high-quality, at least if you have enough time, people in Fukuoka prefer to go to the beach in Itoshima City next door. Anyway, a city in the island country is only the size of a district in Huaguo, and it is very close.

The summer sun is scorching people's skin. Under the high temperature of 30 to 40 degrees, it is hard to imagine that as long as there are a few more gusts of wind blowing from the north, the temperature will drop to 20 degrees in a month.

Lazy citizens are either lying on the beach, or comfortably blowing the sea breeze on the benches. It is worthy of being the most comfortable city in the country. Everyone is at ease. Although Fukuoka is located in a remote place, its life satisfaction over the years is Fukuoka City can be ranked among the best.

Only two-thirds of the rent in Tokyo, convenient living conditions, urban transportation, relatively low prices, natural scenery, pleasant climate, and Hakata beauties. The university is so-so, at least there is Kyushu University, an old imperial university.

"What a strange guy, why is his skin so white?"

"It's albinism."

"I look more like some kind of skin disease."

Someone on the beach noticed Pu Piaole. When everyone was wearing clothes and rarely basked in the sun, Pu Piaole's fully armed posture was too strange, and the pale skin exposed by Guo was not a normal human being.

Especially a face that has begun to alienate, combining the characteristics of snakes and humans, with elongated features, weird and terrifying.

"The eyes are so disgusting, it must be from Nan Zaoyang."

It was a mistake, but someone recognized Pu Piaole's true identity at a glance.

"Ball, mom, ball!!"

A small colored ball was thrown into the ocean. As the waves rolled, the small ball also drifted towards the depths of the ocean. It's not something that ordinary people can pass.

Let alone a kid of seven or eight years old, he looked helplessly at the little ball being swallowed by the sea with teary eyes.

"Buy another one, we'll buy another one later."

The young mother, who was talking to a friend, called her son.

She had a sad face, she had a lot of unlucky things recently, when her father in his fifties went out to sea and returned to the port, he was actually 'taken away' by the government, precisely because the fishing boat crashed into the pier and cooperated with the investigation.

"I don't know what to investigate. Isn't it just hitting the dock? Isn't this kind of thing very common? And if you want to cooperate with the investigation, let the captain and the helmsman go. It's too exaggerated to call the whole ship. gone."

"The government is often nervous like this. Relax, you will be back in a few days, and then we will go together again..."

The male friend next to her comforted the young woman, except for the desperate little ball, everything was an ordinary day.

Countless unlucky balls die in the sea every day, like hydrogen balloons killed in the sky, and coins dropped into sewer ditches.

As well as the sweaty location cameraman, the location team of the Kyushu local TV station was bored doing live broadcasts on the beach. Small local TV stations like them don’t have the funds to make movies and TV dramas, let alone a team to make a variety show.

That is to broadcast outdated news, and the boring live broadcast of outdoor scenes maintains poor ratings, allowing elderly people in their 70s and 80s to watch.

"This year's Seaside Park is still..."

The female anchor who came into the TV station through her relationship stood on the beach and said the clichés that were excerpted from some pages on the Internet. Will people really watch this kind of stuff when it is released?

It must be playing cards with the accompaniment of the TV screen, right? No izakaya will use your dead voice as background music.

Leave him alone, he can just pay himself a salary anyway, and the ratings are not in his consideration for a small photographer like him.

People around who are basking in the sun consciously stay away from the camera. Most islanders still don’t like being on camera, and the more money they have, the less they like it.

The crying child suddenly fell silent, a big hand covered his small head, and a hoarse voice came from the top of his head: "Little friend, do you want the ball in the sea?"

Pu Piaole uses the early Yang language mixed with English, not to mention the islanders, even the Southern Zaoyang people can't understand this half-earth and half-foreign stuff.

"Hmm." The child nodded ignorantly, he didn't understand what the weird uncle was talking about, and from his small height, he couldn't see the colored balls that had drifted away.

But a child's natural intuition tells him that the danger comes from the palm that is stroking his head, which is cold and not warm.

Poor and helpless and want to cry, but dare not cry.

Anyway, nodding is right, mom and uncle are right next to her, so they shouldn't be taken away by bad guys.

Pu Piaole showed a sinister smile, pointed to the small ball and said, "I'll pick it up for you later, okay?"

"Um."

Nodding in relief, Park Piaole is glad that someone can understand her island dialect, and it seems that communicating with islanders is not that difficult.

He headed in the direction of the ball in the sea, clasping his hands deliberately and pretentiously, looking like some great big shot.

As a former beach lifeguard, Park Piaole's swimming skills are of course good, but he walks into the sea in such a neat dress, he looks like a fool in the eyes of the people around him, swimming in clothes, performance art?

"It's not the same as the TV station over there. What kind of program is this filming?"

"Human Confusion Behavior Award?"

"Wow."

Haibo surged forward, flattened the footprints on the beach, and made those who couldn't dodge take a mouthful of salt water, but Pu Piaole didn't even get wet on both pairs of shoes.

One step, two steps.

At first, because of the low water level, nothing could be seen, but after walking ten steps away, the picture became strange to the naked eye.

Others only exposed their upper body, or simply only their neck in the water, but Park Piaole simply stood up on the surface of the water, looking like someone with his head exposed was licking his shoes.

The mysterious scene continued, Park Piaole walked to the depths of the ocean step by step, bent down and grabbed the small ball on the water surface.

With a blank face, Pu Piaole walked back slowly without any wave.

Those ordinary shoes kept stepping on the water.

The scene that violated physics made the noisy beach instantly silent. Everyone seemed to have been cast with a spell of silence, with stiff necks, sluggish eyes, and eyeballs that almost jumped out of their eye sockets.

"Is it this ball?"

The waves pushed Pu Piaole to move towards the beach. He squatted down and held the ball gently.

"Hmm." The silly boy was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

The photographer's lens unconsciously turned towards this god-level scene. The heartbeats of the old people who were bored watching TV in Kyushu Island suddenly rose, and the calls of hospitals all over the place exploded instantly.