A week later, on the streets of Moye.
A beautiful black-haired girl slowly walked out of a shop marked with a round fan.
The girl's face was delicate, and her skin was fair as jade.
Mikoto had just stepped out of the Uchiha shop when she spotted a dazed figure.
Her body flickered, and she arrived in front of the man.
The boy before her slowly raised his eyes, his blue gaze filled with dejection.
"Mirai, what's wrong?"
Mikoto looked confused. Mirai seemed to be in terrible spirits, his face pale and sallow.
"It's Mikoto..."
After pausing for a few seconds, Mirai finally noticed her and replied.
"I... I'm fine." Mirai gave a bitter smile.
After saying that, Mirai bade her farewell and slowly walked away like a lost soul.
Mikoto furrowed her brows and hurried toward the Uchiha clan.
On the way, Mikoto saw another familiar, tall figure.
"Lord Jiraiya!"
She had indeed heard that Jiraiya had returned to the village, but to her surprise, his hands were wrapped in bandages, as though he had been injured.
"Lord Jiraiya, what happened to you?" Mikoto approached Jiraiya and asked.
"Who are you?" Jiraiya did not recognize the beautiful girl standing before him.
"I'm Uchiha Mikoto," Mikoto introduced herself.
Only then did Jiraiya remember. A trace of surprise appeared in his eyes as he said, "That little girl has grown into such a beauty..."
"Thank you."
Mikoto replied respectfully, then asked again, "How did you injure your arms?"
Jiraiya suddenly looked a little awkward, then said, "It's nothing... Oh, right, I think I still have something to do. I'll be leaving first."
Before Mikoto could respond, Jiraiya hurriedly vanished.
Jiraiya's abrupt departure only left Mikoto even more confused.
Today, she had encountered Mirai and Jiraiya one after another.
Why were they