The sense of direction is a mysterious and mysterious description. It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that this kind of subconscious instinct can actually disappear. What will happen after such a basic ability disappears? Just speculation can make people risk it.
Break into a cold sweat:
Those who lack a sense of direction in life will not be able to remember roads and locations, and even if they follow the navigation, they will be far from their original location. As a part of the sense of direction, it is missing or even lost.
The "sense of balance" is even more deadly. Just walking will make you unable to grasp the direction of travel as if you are drunk, and you will be unable to carry out daily life, let alone complicated work.
Kasumi's situation didn't seem to be that thorough, but it seemed more complicated. Zi discovered that the girl's sense of direction was lacking when she was running errands two days ago: two streets away, she bought a snack at a convenience store dominated by blue.
Box of wet wipes. Very simple and clear instructions, but Ke Xia didn’t come back after going out. When Zi found the lost big dog with an anxious look on her face, she was standing under the traffic light with a confused look on her face.
The beauty attracts the attention of passers-by.
She was holding the box of wet wipes Zi asked her to buy in her hands, but her expression was like a child who had lost a toy and was at a loss.
——She couldn't find her way back.
Xia can clearly distinguish front, back, left, right, up and down, and can also see the east, west, north and south through the sun's position, and has no problem with her sense of balance: not only does she not fall when she walks, you ask her to perform a somersault, spin on the spot, and then walk in a straight line.
There will be no problems. But all of this seems to be only established in a "limited space" such as indoors, and this space can only be used after she has spent a certain amount of time getting familiar with it.
When she goes out, especially to an unfamiliar environment, her sense of direction will rapidly decline until it is lost. Her body and brain can only maintain the ability to maintain balance, walk and avoid dangerous objects. She will get lost when she goes out to a certain location, let alone go there.
In other places, you can't even go back the way you came. This is true for ordinary people, and it is even more unacceptable for ninjas.
There was no emotion or anger in Zi's voice, "Although I want to help you, I'm afraid this problem cannot be solved overnight. The only thing to be thankful for is that your vigilance and judgment of danger have not faded.
I don’t have to worry about you being injured because you won’t be able to avoid the vehicle in time.”
Well, it's not entirely a good thing that this kind of vigilance has not subsided. Zi glanced at Xia with her hands and feet nowhere to rest, and couldn't help but sigh: she didn't know what kind of training Xia had gone through before, and
Judging from the current situation, whether she knows about her past as a clerk does not seem to have much impact. One thing that is certain is that Kasumi has received very strict and complete espionage training.
Although she does not know how to use even the most basic electronic equipment and communication tools, and is a bit clumsy even when turning on a light, her unique sense of vigilance will not be eliminated by these factors. Now that she has lost her sense of direction, perhaps Kasumi
She didn't feel it, but her body and consciousness had amplified this anxiety at an unknown point in time, and her reliance on vigilance had increased to an unprecedented level: her spirit at the moment was already overwhelmed.
As a two-faced character who has been around Longmen for a long time, Zi can naturally see that something is wrong with Xia. The smell she had when she went downstairs caused Xia to uncontrollably tighten her muscles, and the Peluo tribe was proud of it.
However, his excellent sense of smell did not play a role in identifying the incoming person. Instead, he did not let go of the pencil that he used as a weapon without any feeling until it was broken by him.
This state is not considered healthy at all.
"Thank you, Sister Zi, for your concern. I will adapt as soon as possible." Xia made a promise that even she herself didn't quite believe: How could she be as soon as possible and how could she adapt? She is now able to go out and clean the streets purely because of herself.
We are just familiar with the current street environment. What should we do if we are further away?
Do we need to memorize every plant and tree in the entire Longmen?
"...There is an old saying in the Yan Kingdom." Zi said, "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. I have some experience and have dealt with some people who have similar symptoms to you. Their situation is more serious than yours. There is one
There is also a person who suffered a heavy blow to the head and could not recover, and another person who suffered from mineral disease crystals growing in the head and compressing the nerves. Rather than them being sick due to external forces, your symptoms should be caused by mental problems."
Zi picked up the jug and took a sip, "I won't ask about the past that others don't want to mention. As long as it doesn't affect the work, it's actually good to keep some little secrets from each other. Now it seems that you can be very good
You are adapting to the odd job and working hard to learn Yanguo. As long as you maintain the image of a good employee, even if you don't plan to treat your illness, I won't make any irresponsible remarks about your situation."
"But listen to my sister's advice: you have to think carefully about what happened before. Even if it is painful, only you can do this." Zi staggered towards the store door, probably going out to have breakfast.
Question. "A nosy person told me that you were going to start a new life, but he didn't think of telling you another thing:"
"For those who have not formally bid farewell to their past, the so-called new life is nothing more than wishful thinking."
After saying that, Fox left himself as a new employee to look after the store, and walked away alone with a hangover and long-term experience in fighting hangovers. Xia quietly watched the boss walk away, and put away the repeater in silence.
The sharp five senses constantly conveyed information about the environment to her, and the so-called "silent" clock was also unreasonably noisy in the ears of the ninja. Kasumi knew that Zi was kind-hearted in leaving this time to herself, but this environment was not good for her.
A place for reflection.
The unfamiliar decoration and light, the overly rich fragrance and sound all disturbed her thoughts. A constant pain came from Xia's head, like a child hiding under the quilt, she took out the only thing she kept from her pocket
Personal belongings: a wooden comb.
Putting it on the tip of his nose, the only familiar breath slowly calmed down the pain in his head, replaced by the soreness in his chest. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and the cry for help finally came from the child's mouth:
"Mother, father..."
The unique fragrance of cherry wood brought her thoughts to that special afternoon: in a wooden house, a woman was lying on the bed with a haggard look. Behind the silent man were two young children, one large and one small.
, the older boy's face was full of tears, holding a newborn baby in his arms, while the younger girl didn't seem to understand what happened, just sitting blankly, remaining silent with her father and brother.
Her eyes stayed on the baby in her brother's arms: what a beautiful child. Girls don't know that babies shouldn't be so "beautiful" when they are born. Such situations are rare. Children with far less complex thoughts only think
This baby was so lovable, as if all the beauty in the world were concentrated on him. She was attracted by such innocent beauty, and she was much quieter than usual.
The woman lying in bed looked at the cherry blossoms falling outside the window, with a gentle look in her eyes. "Juro, the cherry blossoms are so beautiful, aren't they?"
"Yes, Tsukiko, the cherry blossoms are so beautiful - almost as beautiful as the year we met." The man gently stroked her hair with his rough hands. "No, it's much more beautiful than then, I'm afraid.
Best year yet.”
The woman gently covered the man's hand with her slender hand, "Can you bury me under the cherry blossom tree?"
"……good."
The woman smiled happily. She waved to the older boy and said, "Yu, take care of your sister and brother, okay?"
"Yes, mother." The boy's voice had a cry that was hard to hide. The woman smiled and helped her child dry the corners of his eyes, and then gently poked the face of the baby in the boy's arms. When her eyes passed by the calluses on the boy's fingers, she
There was a hint of distress in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more.
"Xia, come here."
The girl finally recovered from her gaze on the baby, "Mom...Mother." The woman gently stroked the girl's head, "Xia, can you call me mom again?"
"Mom." The woman hugged the girl gently, "I'm sorry, Xia, mom originally wanted to give you a younger sister."
The girl didn't understand why her mother was so sad, "It's okay, Mom, I like my brother very much too."
"……That's good."
The mother smiled and rubbed her head, and handed the wooden comb placed on the pillow to the girl. "I gave you the comb, do you like it?" The woman who got the affirmative answer was not so relieved. She looked into the girl's innocent eyes.
, made the final instructions:
"Xia, you alone must always remember to stay strong."
The woman seemed to have exhausted her last strength and said to the children, "You go out, mom is going to take a nap."
The boy stood up, held his newborn brother in his arms, held his sister by the other hand, and walked out of the room.
The girl held the wooden comb tightly with her other hand, unable to understand what was happening.
She still remembers that her brother was always sleeping peacefully and soundly without crying at all.
——When she was four years old, in the spring when the cherry blossoms were flying, Kasumi Fengjian’s mother passed away.