Traveling with Indra

The small hillside in the suburbs was undulating, covered with green grass and surrounded by dense woods. The rocks and soil were all stained with water, and there were flying knives scattered on the ground covered with mud and water. After the battle between Jin Ming and Ming, there was a faint sense of desolation left.

The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, and the mottled light shone on Mingluo who was lying on the ground. The breeze brought bursts of the fragrance of grass, and the swirling natural force merged into her body.

Indra's insight and defense were top-notch. Even though he was surrounded by weapons and blades, he remained unscathed. He calmly commented on the exhausted man lying on the ground. "You are not even a match for close combat."

She can only attack from a distance now. If someone attacks her at close range, she has to rely on her fluid armor to block, which consumes a lot of energy and is disadvantageous to her.

"I've only been learning combat for half a year." Ming Luo said that she had not trained in close combat, and she had no time to improve her combat skills for the time being, and her main focus was on manipulation, flying, and dodging. "With my qualifications, it would take at least a few years to train well. Instead of wasting time here, I'd better finish what I'm good at first. I don't have... time anymore."

"What?" Indra was slightly stunned. What do you mean there is no time?

Ming Luo told him about the composition of the ghost king, which was basically a tyrant who had the final say, and would constantly inject his blood into humans in an attempt to create evil ghosts that were not afraid of sunlight. In this way, he could devour the ghost, and he himself would have the characteristic of not being afraid of sunlight, and he would become an immortal and invincible existence.

There are twelve ghost moons under the Ghost King, divided into upper and lower moons. When the upper moon dies, the other party will definitely take corresponding measures. There will even be a conflict with the Ghost King in the next few months, so... she has no time to make up for her shortcomings for the time being, and can only work hard to learn from her strengths.

"What are you fighting for?" Why would you want to get involved in such danger?

"This is not my hometown, and I don't know where to go. There are evil spirits here, and the next place may be a place where demons are causing trouble." So I must become stronger, instead of being killed by "occasional wind and waves" like a bug. "People without power... are easily killed by someone's whim."

Indra nodded. It was good to have such awareness, but there was something in his heart that he didn't say. He wanted to say, "As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you." But this was wrong. How could he always be here?

It's rare that she is so ambitious, and the rest is just a matter of experience and time.

"Indra...is there a way to balance ninjutsu?" Ming Luo suddenly sat up and asked. She couldn't accomplish such a difficult task.

"balance?"

Ming Luo nodded eagerly, holding up her shield with a look of discomfort on her face. "Well, if someone attacks me, there's a certain chance that I'll fall down, and it'll hurt a lot."

Indra: "..."

Why are you looking at me like that?

Do you think I can? I can't.

Gee, where do I start researching this?

Indra's mind began to search for the knowledge he knew, looking for clues to keep objects balanced. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and wanted to go back to his room to calculate it immediately. Indra rubbed his temple helplessly, complaining in his heart why he couldn't stop thinking?

"Indra?"

"Let's go back."

Ming Luo waved her hand and the weapon returned to the iron box. The box closed the door and floated beside her. She followed Indra and walked down the mountain slowly. Seeing the figure in front of her walking slowly on the path, Ming Luo felt strangely familiar.

Indra jumped down from the boulder, stopped and held out his hand to Mingluo, so that she could jump down safely. The two walked side by side on the stone slab, without saying a word, each with their own thoughts.

Only when they approached the wooden house did Indra stop and say, "Mingluo... tell me before you leave."

"Aren't you going back?" Ming Luo was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and looked into his eyes.

"I don't want to for now." What's the point of going back to that place?

"What happened?" Ming Luo felt that something was wrong with the brothers. Did something happen?

Indra was silent as usual, he just reached out and patted Mingluo on the shoulder, then turned back to his room. He didn't know how to explain it at all, he just felt that the Ninja Clan was suffocating, it was a little better outside, but he couldn't find anyone in the world to communicate with.

Mingluo is different. I can’t suppress my desire to see her.

Knowing that it is difficult to communicate when people are taciturn, Mingluo is not in a hurry to do anything. Knots in the heart are the most difficult to untie, so it is better to do something to make them happy.

Ming Luo saw a hidden person passing by, busy and familiar: "Is it Watanabe?"

"Mingluo!" Watanabe was carrying the purchased supplies.

"Can I buy anything here? I need something."

"Okay." Watanabe put down the supplies and nodded as he wrote down what she needed.

"They are in that room. Please take the measurements. Clothes for all seasons should be soft and comfortable. One set of Japanese-style and one set of Western-style. Shoes should also be prepared. As for the color and style... the one with long hair should not be too flashy. The one with short hair should be more youthful and energetic. There are also some daily necessities for men. I don't know what they are. You can prepare them." Ming Luo felt in her arms and counted out ten large bills for him. "Give me the bill. I'll ask them to reimburse me."

"Yes." Watanabe's curious thoughts just arose, but were extinguished under the mask: It turns out that it needs to be reimbursed!

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, Mingluo became Class A.

Just one step away is the pillar, which is really hard to imagine.

Ming Luo looked at her list, which was full of things needed for firearms. She didn't know the size of the springs, but considering the size of the buttstock, they shouldn't be very big. She would get some small springs and then see how to arrange them.

Mingluo's door was gently closed, and Indra in the opposite room was still leaning against the door. He heard Mingluo's words, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was only for a moment, his eyes were half closed, and he fell into deep thought.

Wow!

The door was opened from the outside, and Asura almost bumped into his brother's back. He opened his mouth to speak but was blocked by his brother and then dragged into the house.

"Wow~" What is my brother doing?

"Is the treatment over?" Indra loosened his hand as if nothing had happened and went to the desk to start studying.

"They are recovering well." Ashura sat on the sofa, propping up his chin and looking at the people who were obviously abnormal. "Brother, have you talked to Mingluo?"

"I know why she joined Demon Slayer."

Ashura's eyes lost their luster, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost rolled his eyes at his brother in disgust. This brother of an unparalleled genius, it turns out, can also be a fool.

He couldn't figure out whether Mingluo wanted to reject her brother or accept him. But he was determined not to remind her, and it was good to watch her brother's fun.

"It was obviously me first." Ashura murmured softly.