Hearing a voice from above, Zhang Miao quickly looked up and immediately spotted someone standing atop the wooden post he had been leaning against.
A very pretty girl.
She looked about ten years old. She wore a black vest, and her shoulder-length purple hair draped over her shoulders. She also held a short sword with a pitch-black sheath.
She looked down at Zhang Miao from above, her delicate little face full of vigilance.
"Who are you? How do you know my sister?"
When Zhang Miao saw her purple hair, identical to Nightingale's, he was basically certain that she was Nightingale's younger sister. Hearing her question, he immediately grinned.
"When asking someone's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first? Besides, I don't really like looking up at people."
"Uh..."
Hearing Zhang Miao's words, the little girl froze for a moment, then immediately jumped down from the wooden post.
"My apologies. My name is Uzuki Yugao. Do you really know my sister?"
So it was her!
Actually, Zhang Miao had found Uzuki Yugao somewhat familiar at first sight. Now that he heard her name, a look of realization immediately crossed his face.
Zhang Miao was fairly familiar with Uzuki Yugao. After all, in the original story, the sickly Gekko Hayate who had been instantly killed by Baki was Uzuki Yugao's lover.
Uzuki Yugao really had a hard life. She lost her sister when she was young, then lost her lover after growing up. And with Gekko Hayate's health, even if he hadn't been killed, whether he could have lived for many more years would still have been uncertain.
At that thought, Zhang Miao's face immediately showed a bitter smile, and he helplessly shook his head.
"Uzuki Yugao, I'll just call you Yugao. That's right, I do know your sister. She's in the Anbu,