Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Rainbow Country, Johannesburg.

Even though it is located at a high latitude, Joburg is still very hot in the midsummer world, and the summer in the slums is even more difficult. Not only is there no air conditioning here, but even the power supply cannot be guaranteed to be sufficient and stable.

Not long after arriving in the Rainbow Country, Jianhei Tibetans have almost completely integrated into the local lifestyle, bare-chested and backless, replacing technological products such as air conditioners with physical cooling methods.

"Uncle Jack, what are you having for dinner tonight?" Little chubby Alger was very excited when he saw a black Tibetan man walking out of the container room.

Edwin on the side was equally excited, but after more than a month, Edwin, a boy from the slums, also tended to develop into Alger's body.

There was no other reason. This Uncle Jack's cooking was really delicious, but after a meal, the two children who were still wary suddenly stood in the camp of the black Tibetans.

No matter what kind of raw material it is, it can always turn decay into magic in the hands of Uncle Jack.

Alger and Edwin also curiously learned Uncle Jack's cooking techniques, but even if they are copied intact, the taste is far inferior. Even after Uncle Jack's hands, even the ingredients themselves have undergone a qualitative change. of.

"Eat beef, high in protein." An ugly smile hung on the cold face of Jian Hei Tibetan.

"marvelous."

Alger and Edwin clapped their palms facing each other, their eyes filled with eagerness.

The corner of chubby Alger's mouth even shed tears in spite of himself.

"Uncle Jack, we found this thing today." Edwin took out a thick book from behind like offering a treasure.

The cover and the book have been severely damaged. It can be seen that the book should be quite old, and the paper fiber style also looks very cheap. This is something I found from some waste recycling point.

The two young people have become experts in urban survival. Even if they are thrown in a foreign city where they don't understand the language, there is a high probability that they can survive well.

"Oh, about what."

"Magic, about black magic!"

Alger's quick answer made Jian Hei Tibetan almost choke.

"What is recorded in the book is a powerful magic, which Alger and I took out with great difficulty." Alger's words are worth discussing.

John didn’t reveal anything about the identity of Jian Hei Tibetan to the two of them, but whether it was the child’s intuition, or Jian Hei Tibetan was too disdainful to hide it, the two children firmly believed that Jian Hei Tibetan must possess mysterious power .

"Huh la la." Jian Hei Tibetan casually flipped through the old books and saw that they were modern prints.

It depicts a mess of symbolic formations and English explanations. It seems that in order to enhance the credibility of the whole book, some Latin supplements are specially written.

This kind of thing is very familiar to black Tibetans. After all, he remembers that when he was in high school, girls seemed to be very keen on zodiac signs and tarot cards. Study stately in the classroom.

Except that the text is not the pseudonym of the island country, the book in his hand looks no different from the liar books bought by the second-year-old patients.

If reading this kind of book can master extraordinary power, then why do you need a lucky guy like him.

Although the standard of living and life safety have been affected, but being able to escape from the unchanging forensic life-Jian black Tibetans often laugh excitedly when they think of it.

After putting away this book about the second disease, Jian Hei Tibetans got into the kitchen to show their talents. After gaining inhuman talent in cooking, Jian Hei Tibetans found themselves a little bit in love with cooking , Just like when I was a child, I aspired to become a forensic doctor not because of the influence of family tradition, but because I thought that I could justly pick up a scalpel to cut.

"Mr. Jack, I'm bothering you again."

After losing a few cronies, Van der Vaart's life returned to the way it was before. He went outside every day to try his luck and find a job. Van der Vaart put away this idea after discovering several corpses that had sunk in the river. What he wanted was to change his life now, not in the next life.

With Mr. Jack, a mysterious oriental man, his good days will surely come early.

Although Mr. Jack lives in seclusion, and although Mr. Jack does not have to do production, which greatly increases the family's expenditure, but... but Mr. Jack is too powerful, even if he wants to drive him away, it is impossible.

I can only hope that following Mr. Jack, I can become a master soon and escape from this kind of rat-man life.

"Uncle Jack, you are so good at craftsmanship, if you go to the restaurant, you will definitely make a lot of money!"

The oriental cooking skills shown by Jian Hei Tibetans are beyond the experience of a few people. Although it is impossible to say what kind of bread with wood chips can be eaten in modern slums, what Alger and the others can usually eat is also extremely simple.

"Recently, the law and order in the suburbs has become worse and worse." Van der Vaart said worriedly.

"We've heard that too. It seems that someone is missing?"

"Could it be that he was killed, no, I guess his organs were removed."

The two children did not shy away from this kind of topic. The horrible topic of organ harvesting was nothing too novel to them. It is not uncommon for young people to voluntarily sell their organs in the slums.

"Fortunately, we are young, even if the organs are harvested, they probably won't look for us."

"John, you have to be careful, you look so weak, maybe you will be the next victim."

"Shut up, you two little fellows, that's because you haven't seen me when I'm serious. There are not many people in the entire slum who are my opponents."

"You'll be fine." Jian Hei Tibetan crossed his legs in leisure time, flipping through the books in his hands lightly.

The sun shines on Jianhei Tibetan, wearing glasses, he interprets what is called a gentle beast.

Sven is really gentle, and beasts are also real beasts.

"Uh, ah, thank you Mr. Jack."

Van der Vaart showed a frightened smile. Mr. Jack should have said this to reassure himself, but it is also a rare thing to be comforted by Mr. Jack.

The flattered Van der Vaart is like a Stockholm syndrome patient, and instantly feels that Mr. Jack has become an unprecedented kind person.

"Magic circle, you can try it."

Putting away this printed and produced Secondary 2 magic book, Jian Hei Tibetan walked towards his secret container with a playful mentality.

"Crack, creak."

The container was full of restless creaking and creaking sounds, sensing the arrival of Jianhei Tibetans, the little black worms in the box immediately quieted down.