Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

Mikasa was completely unaware of this matter.

After these days of hesitation, she finally made up her mind: to agree to the mysterious man's conditions.

At night, she quietly slipped out of the dormitory and walked into the forest. She looked around to make sure there was no one around. Then, she took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "I agree."

After a few seconds, the mysterious man's voice sounded in her ear, "Have you really thought it through?"

"What do I need to do?" she inquired.

"Just close your eyes."

Mikasa slowly closed her eyes. She felt herself gradually losing consciousness. When her consciousness gradually returned, she only felt the warm sunshine and fresh air.

The petite girl, like a bud about to bloom, stood quietly by the lake.

The figures cast a faint reflection in the lake, as if they were two twin sisters leaning against each other.

Her face is petite and delicate, and her skin is fair and delicate, as smooth as a freshly peeled egg.

Those bright big eyes, sparkling with curiosity and longing, were like two crystal clear black gems, reflecting the sparkling water of the lake.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings, fluttering gently in the breeze.

Her hair was black and smooth, draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the breeze. A few strands of hair brushed against her cheeks, bringing a hint of itch.

She was wearing a light pink dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements, like a lotus blooming in the lake.

The color of the skirt matches her skin tone, making her look more delicate and lovely.

Mikasa opened her eyes and stood by the lake, staring at her reflection in the water. The reflection swayed gently with the waves of the lake, as if it were a dream.

"This is......"

Mikasa stroked her face in disbelief, looking at the familiar scenery around her.

This is her home...

Dad, Mom, and...

The mysterious man's voice sounded again: "This has consumed too much of my strength. It's time for me to rest."

"You are free to change whatever you want, and do whatever you want, Miss Ackerman."

Mikasa was silent for a while, then said in a very soft voice: "Thank you."

Little do people know that these come at a price.

However, for Mikasa, these are no longer important.

Mikasa returned to that beautiful and gentle world that was not cruel, and the joy in her heart surged like a tide.

Mom and Dad, they are still alive and waiting for her to come home.

She couldn't wait to run on the familiar mountain road, every step full of power.

The wind blew across her cheeks, taking away the fatigue on her face, leaving only endless joy. The sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears like a beautiful piece of music, playing a melody.

Her steps were light and quick, as if the whole world was spinning under her feet.

She walked through the forest and looked at the houses, as if she saw the shadow of her childhood. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up, revealing a bright smile.

Finally, she arrived at the door of her home.

That familiar door seemed so warm in her eyes at this moment.

She stood at the door, took a deep breath, and then gently pushed the door open.

"Mom and Dad!" she shouted excitedly, her voice full of joy and anticipation.

When she saw her mother's surprised expression, tears welled up in her eyes.

She rushed forward and hugged her mother tightly.

At that moment, she felt as if her world was complete, and all the pain and regrets disappeared.

"I'm back, Mom," she whispered, her voice filled with endless gratitude and love.

She knew that this moment was the happiest moment of her life.

After this day, Mikasa would go to the mountains every day.

She got up early every day, washed and dressed, then walked into the forest alone, looking for the boy who left a deep impression on her heart.

In the early morning in the mountain forest, the sunlight shines through the dense leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

Mikasa walked in the morning dew, her heart full of expectation and hope, crossing the forest paths and climbing the steep hillsides, just to find that familiar figure.

Whenever she went to a new place, she would carefully observe the surroundings, trying to find any trace of the boy.

She would stop by the stream and watch the clear water flowing by...

She would stop at the foot of a tree and stroke its rough bark…

She believed that as long as she persisted, she would meet the boy again one day.

Fate did not disappoint her, nor did it play a joke on her...

That day finally came.

In the dense forest, the setting sun shines through the treetops, casting mottled light and shadows.

The blond boy was sitting by the campfire, holding a piece of venison in his hand, roasting it intently, muttering: "Alas, conquering the world is such a long and arduous journey! Now that things have come to this, let's eat first."

The flame licked the meat, making a sizzling sound and emitting an enticing aroma.

Just then, the black-haired girl hurriedly broke into the quiet forest.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the young man beside the campfire...

The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes...

The same reaction, but the reason this time is very different from the last time. In the past it was because of the deer, and now it is because of this guy in front of me...

Mikasa couldn't wait to throw herself into his arms, but her rationality made her restrain this emotion.

At this moment, Menma noticed someone coming, he turned around and saw the girl.

He was somewhat happy, "Great, I finally saw someone."

The reaction was the same as Mikasa remembered.

Menma put down the venison in his hand and walked towards the girl happily, wanting to ask for directions.

Then, without warning, Mikasa punched him hard.

With a dull "bang", Menma's eye sockets suddenly felt extremely painful.

He covered his injured eye and looked at the black-haired girl in front of him in shock.

"You, sneak attack." Menma covered his eyes with one hand and pointed at her with the other, "No, that's not a martial arts ethics."

Mikasa pointed at the piece of venison indifferently and said calmly: "This, this is my deer..."

“How could you treat it like this?”

She tried to recreate the reaction from her memory as best as possible.

Then......

Just as she remembered, Menma began his argument.

"Heaven created all things to feed humans. Deer are natural creatures, born and raised by nature. How can they be yours? What proof do you have?"

"Even if it's my fault, don't you have any fault at all?"

"Work hard and you will get rich. Don't be jealous. If you have the ability, bring the deer back to life."

If history is followed, if Menma attacks seriously he should be able to defeat Mikasa easily, right?

However......

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the land, dyeing everything golden.

The young man was lying on the ground, his clothes in disarray and a look of defiance on his face. He tried to struggle to get up, but was scared back by Mikasa's cold gaze and clenched fists every time.

The air around them seemed to be frozen. Only the breathing sounds of the two people and the occasional barking of unknown animals in the distance broke the brief silence.

"Do you know that you are wrong?" Mikasa's voice was low and powerful, and every word hit the boy's heart like a hammer.

She squatted down and looked at the boy at eye level, her deep eyes flashing with an unquestionable light.

The boy closed his lips tightly, unwilling to answer, his eyes revealing stubbornness and unwillingness.

However, it was actually Menma who found it incredible.

He totally didn't understand why this girl was so strong, as strong as a monster, and seemed to see through all his moves.

She raised her hand slightly, and with the power of the wind, she punched the boy hard in the face.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

At first, Mikasa knew nothing, but after experiencing the cruelty of the cruel world, Mikasa understood this truth: family can only be protected by force.

We must not let him leave.

"Now, tell me, what did you do wrong?" Mikasa stopped her fist, her tone still stern.

As we all know, Menma is both civil and military, and has a very firm stance. How could he so easily succumb to the force of others?

Menma fixed his gaze firmly and said in a tough tone: "I was wrong wherever you said I was wrong."

Hearing Menma's answer, Mikasa's brows relaxed a little.

She knew that she had conquered him.

"Come home with me." Mikasa said, and dragged the boy towards home.

Menma was helpless as he was dragged on the ground by Mikasa, but he did not resist and just let her drag him silently.

Along the way, Mikasa didn't say anything else, but used her firm steps and strong palms to tell Menma: she would never let him leave again.

348 Yandere Mikasa breaks Menma's legs! She wants to make Menma into a slave!

While being dragged by Mikasa, Menma tried various ways to escape, but without exception, Mikasa saw through them all, which made Menma feel incredible, as if...

It's like being able to read your own thoughts.

Menma couldn't help but think in his heart: This boy, bah, this girl is so scary, she must not be kept.

This time, Mikasa dragged him to the tree roots with all her strength, and then looked down at him from above.

Under Mikasa's firm gaze, the young Menma felt indescribable pressure.

The little girl in front of him was like an unshakable mountain, standing in front of him, her aura almost suffocating.

Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring at the boy intently as if she wanted to see through him, and her hands were clenched into fists as if she was ready to attack at any time.

Menma felt his heartbeat quicken under her gaze, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Suddenly, Mikasa moved as fast as a cheetah attacking, took a step forward, and instantly closed the distance between her and Menma.

“You’re homeless now, aren’t you?”

"Now you have two choices, become my family, or..."

Mikasa was aggressive.

In Menma's eyes, her figure seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, appearing unusually heavy and gloomy.

His brows were furrowed and his eyes were flashing with a cold light.

His lips were tightly shut, and there was no trace of a smile on his face. Instead, he exuded an unquestionable majesty and power that made people afraid to approach him easily.

Around her, the air seemed to freeze, filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

She raised her legs high and kicked the tree trunk hard, which made a dull sound.

Menma couldn't resist such pressure at all.

Surrender or resist?

Still need to ask?

I, Uzumaki Menma, am a man of integrity! Menma asked himself this question.