When Bai turned the corner holding a change of clothes, he happened to see Butterfly Ninja punching the air.

Veins appeared on her forehead and her ears were red. She first hit the imaginary enemy in front of her - an airman about the same height as her - with two swinging punches, one left and one right, and then added another punch that was so quick that it hit her fingertips.

Hit the opponent in the abdomen.

The last punch was particularly fierce: Butterfly Ninja's clenched uppercut punched hard from below, and he didn't stop the momentum until he was a head higher than himself. It seemed that he was dreaming of punching the opponent on the chin and knocking him away.

.

After doing all this, Butterfly Ninja regained his composure and his shoulders stopped rising.

She smoothed her white coat, adjusted her hairstyle, turned around with a smile that was no different from usual, and made eye contact with Bai's somewhat horrifying eyes.

Butterfly Ren's eyes turned into crescent shapes: "It's Bai, when did it come? I didn't even hear the sound."

"We just arrived." Bai felt his throat was a little dry, so he emphasized: "It took less than five seconds."

Then you won't see anything.

"..." The Butterfly Ninja saw through it but did not say anything. He focused his eyes on the suit of clothes that Bai was holding. There was a small mirror and scissors on the top of the clothes.

"Is this the only kind of clothing in Orochimaru's base?"

"Well, there's not much difference in general. They were originally adult sizes, so I cut them down and re-sewed the sleeves and corners."

"You're great, Bai. You can even cut clothes."

Butterfly Ninja immediately beamed, "In my hometown, apart from tailoring, only girls who want to get married can learn these things. My sister is very good at it, but I don't have much interest in this."

"This..." Bai didn't know what he thought of, and his face turned pink, "As a ninja, you must know a little bit about it."

"That's it." The Butterfly Ninja stared at Shiro for a while, until he was a little panicked by the gaze, and then suddenly said: "I have sent Yan to deliver a message to the Kirigakure ninja named 'Momochi Zabuza'.

In your current situation, it is definitely unrealistic to return to Kirigakure Village. If you want to meet, he can only come to you."

From the Butterfly Ninja's point of view, the Jonin who had severed his hand would definitely not tell the truth completely when he returned.

If he said something like "We were retaliated for torturing Zabuza's followers", he would be severely punished.

So in his words, Shiro has probably become a Kirigakure traitor who is colluding with Butterfly Ninhang.

When the butterfly ninja let him go, he didn't think much about it. He just wanted him to serve as a messenger to make Kirigakure realize that there was a sharp sword hanging above their heads outside the village to restrain their behavior.

But now it seems that by doing so, she gave Shiro, a rare good man, a reason not to go back to being a ninja in disguise.

【Good seedlings like this must stay.】

Butterfly Ninja's eyes flickered, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

She asked Tao Ya to tell Momochi that what Zabuza said was all the truth, and she still didn't know how the other party would react.

If the ninja named Zabuza Momochi intends to avoid suspicion and draw a clear line with Haku, then Haku can justifiably end his career as a ninja and stay here.

If the other party plans to use this news to lead the Kirigakure ninja attack to settle the score with her, then Purgatory, Tomioka and her are all here. What will greet Kirigakure is another fiasco, and Shiro will see the other party's true face clearly, and completely

Give up.

And the last possibility is that Momochi Zabuza really cares about Haku, and would rather risk being accused of "collaborating with the enemy" to come and see Haku.

What to do at that time will have to be improvised.

Bai didn't expect that in just a few seconds, so many thoughts would flash through Butterfly Ninja's little head, and he was still immersed in the dual emotions of joy and worry——

He wanted to stay here, but he didn't want to betray Zabuza, so he was caught in a dilemma.

"Okay, with Yan's speed, you will receive a reply tonight at the latest, and it won't be too late to get confused by then."

The Butterfly Ninja patted Shiro's shoulder comfortingly, "I'm going to see that Yakushi Kabuto who knows a lot of things first, and see how to deal with him. As for Tomioka, I'll leave it to you. I'll talk to you outside later.

They will meet up."

After saying that, the butterfly ninja left, and Bai calmed down at the door before opening the door and walking in.

Giyuu was getting off the hospital bed with the help of a water clone. The Sharingan he had opened before had long since closed and turned back to dark blue.

Just by glancing at him, Yiyong felt that the other person's body shape was somewhat familiar, and he immediately thought: "You are the child lying on the cliff a few nights ago."

Being called "kid" by the person in front of her, Bai's beautiful face stiffened and she said, "You still remember me."

"Of course I remember. You and your companions don't seem to be very strong, but you still stay so close to the battlefield. You really have no self-awareness."

Giyuu only said a few words out of good intentions, but Shiro's ears were full of disgust and contempt: "If I hadn't been concerned about your safety, I would have directly used a large-scale water escape to deal with Orochimaru."

"Sorry." Bai drooped his eyebrows and lowered his head. It was obviously the first time he talked to Yiyong, but Bai already had complicated feelings towards him.

Why did Giyuu seem to be polite, but the words he said made him feel more uncomfortable than when those Kiri ninjas insulted him?

Shiro still remembered that when he was running away with Yiyong, he was met by Anjuro halfway. The latter's encouraging eyes and warm and grateful compliments were as if he had gone to another imaginary world - his self-feeling was so

Good and think that they are worthy of anything in the world.

However, at this moment, in front of Yiyong, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, like thorns piercing his back, like a lump in his throat...

In short, two extremes.

【How did the three of them get together?】

"Um..." Shiro still doesn't understand why the Butterfly Ninja calls Uchiha Giyuu Tomioka, so he doesn't know what to call him better. He can only take a step closer and show the clothes in his hand, "I'll help you clean it."

Now, change your clothes."

"You put it there." Yiyong glanced at the water clone beside him, "I can do it myself."

As the Butterfly Ninja said, with such an appearance, even though he knew the other person was a man, Giyuu was still a little concerned.

"Then do you know how to cut your hair?"

Bai grabbed the scissors, making a clicking sound of metal friction, and pointed to the left side of the volunteer rice ball's head, "Most of the hair here has been burned by the detonating charm, so it is curled up. If it is not repaired, the two sides will be unbalanced. Look.

It's going to look weird."

"I should be able to do this simple hairstyle..."

"After all, the clone cannot act according to your wishes at any time. The main body must keep an eye on the command at all times."

Bai Wen interrupted: "You can only see with one eye now, and there is always a difference between seeing with both eyes. Besides, you can't just cut the top of the head and the front, but you also have to deal with the back, otherwise

It looks like someone with a moon-shaped head has new hair... You don’t want to appear like that in front of others, do you?”

In fact, volunteerism doesn't matter.

But when I think about having a good relationship with others, the book also said that the first impression can usually determine a person's basic attitude towards another person...

The next moment, the water body disappeared, and Yiyong said solemnly: "Then I'll trouble you."

"Well, please sit on the chair over there."

The haircut began quickly, and there was no talking between the two of them for the first few minutes.

——One doesn’t want to talk, and one probably doesn’t want to hear what the other has to say.

But this kind of silence is a bit disturbing after all. And there is always a doubt in Bai's heart.

"I can ask," Shiro asked tentatively while trimming the hair on Giyuu's head: "What were you talking about before Miss Shinobu left this room?"

What happened to make the gentle Miss Shinobu so angry?

Surprisingly, Yiyong seemed to have no intention of hiding anything.

"We didn't talk about anything important." Yiyong said casually: "Butterfly asked me if I really think that there is no one more beautiful than her."

The white eyebrows twitched inadvertently, and he had already figured out the content of the conversation between the two before this sentence, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

[It turns out that Miss Shinobu is no different from ordinary girls in this aspect. It’s just... isn’t she a little too early at this age? 】

[And who would give the wrong answer to such a question...]

Wait, that’s not right!

Bai suddenly became alert. If it was a satisfactory answer, Miss Ren would not act like she did just now.

"So how did you answer?" he asked a little worriedly.

"Of course not." Yiyong said confidently.

[No problem?] Bai Bai was confused, [Don’t Miss Ren not like others to praise her appearance, but pay more attention to her intelligence and talent?]

Yiyong hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Because no one more beautiful than her is no longer alive."

Giyuu naturally said it was his eldest sister Tomioka Tsutako, who is also both mother and sister. In his heart, there was naturally no one more beautiful than his sister.

It's just that Butterfly Ren was walking in a hurry and didn't hear him finish the second half of his sentence.

"Click——" The crisp sound of scissors became a bit harsh.

"I'm sorry..." Bai Yan saw a bunch of hair falling on the ground, and said apologetically: "Originally, I wanted to cut my hair short, but now it seems that I can only cut it into an inch."

Half an hour later, Tomioka walked out of the room with a new hairstyle, new clothes, and new bandages and splints on his left hand and left leg.

He was wearing a white coat, with a wide open collar that was only gathered up by a dark purple waistband at the waist. The outside was tied with a twist tie like a rope attached to the center pillar of a shrine, as if a python was wrapped around it.

On the waist.
To be continued...