Konoha Silver Lightning

Chapter 86 Walking along the river, there will always be hope
In the past six months, that silver-haired child has become the nightmare of countless river ninjas, but those who met him rarely came back alive.

It is impossible to count the companions who died at his hands, but at least three groups or more can be determined, which also means that at least 36 people died at his hands, including a special Jnin who can be identified.

And that didn't count the people he killed in this war. If it was added, the number of people would probably exceed a hundred.

What a terrifying record, even if it is a normal Jonin, it may not be able to kill a hundred people in his life.

But he did it, and he killed all ninjas.

It's hard to believe that a six-year-old child can do this. Geniuses of this level were rare in the troubled times before the Ninja Village system was created.

In the era when the average life expectancy was less than 30 years old, ninjas fought in the form of families, robbing resources, plundering ninjutsu, and a large number of children were sent to the battlefield in that era, which greatly reduced the average life expectancy of ninjas.

The craziest era, the most glorious era.

How many young ninjas who showed their talents died prematurely because of this, and how many ninjas who were still children killed countless people and made great military exploits!

Those who can grow up are all famous people in the future.

For example, the two legendary ninjas.

"He is the person appointed by Sand Hidden Village for us to kill. Sand Shinobi who reported to me told me that his master is Bai Fang"

Song Gang and the others showed shock on their faces, and after looking at each other in blank dismay, they also became a bit more understanding.

"No wonder, it turned out to be his apprentice, no wonder he is so powerful, at such a young age, he kills like hemp!"

The pretty female Kawa Shinobi said coldly, the veins on her face were exposed and she gritted her teeth in the last sentence, obviously hating this silver-haired ninja to the extreme.

"Zhenhui, I know that your brother died in his hands, but! Don't underestimate him, his ability is too strong in close combat, especially the knife, don't forget."

Song Gang said in a low voice, although he is still a child, his strength should not be underestimated.

Zhenhui Daozi showed an expression of incomparable hatred. Her younger brother was swept away by the massive electric current from that knife, and his life was harvested together with the remaining [-] companions! !
Like weeds on the ground! !

"Bai Fang killed Chiyo's son and daughter-in-law. This kind of deep hatred, even though Bai Fang is dead, she will not allow anyone related to Bai Fang to live."

"Master Chiyo promised me that as long as he can be killed, we will stop poisoning the water source. As long as he is killed, our people will not have to starve."

When Kamihira Rukawa said this, the faces of all the river ninjas showed humiliation.

If it wasn't for Sand Ninja Village, how could they be driven to fight Konoha Ninja?
It can even be said that their hatred for Sand Hidden Village is far greater than Konoha.

However, a large number of water sources have been poisoned, and countless fish species have been poisoned to death. In addition, the land loss in their river country is serious, and it is impossible to plant a large number of crops. They usually rely on fishing for their livelihood. Now even a clean water depends on digging a well. To drink, let alone eat.

For every morsel they eat now, they lose a morsel of stored food.

If the hidden sand village is allowed to continue to be poisoned, even if they have leftover fish fry, they may not last until the day when the nets are collected.

"He's a genius in Muye Village. He has a powerful Blood Successor Boundary, that kind of silver electric current. You must be careful, cough cough."

The white handkerchief was dyed through, and the blood flowed down uncontrollably, which wet Shenping Rukawa's clothes. His eyes became more and more dull, but he still did not forget to tell Matsuoka and the others.

The lights flickered and became weaker and weaker, leaving only a faint flame.

There is only a short wick left, and the lamp oil has been exhausted, and the lamp is dry when the oil is exhausted, but that's all.

Looking at the familiar face in front of them, they looked at themselves anxiously with red eyes, with deep sadness and powerlessness in their eyes.

"Mr. Songgang, you are... you are the next leader of our village..."

Gently took off the forehead protector on his head and held it in front of his chest, Shenping Rukawa's face became more and more flushed, and he looked at Matsuoka hopefully.

He was just dragging a light forehead protector, but his hands couldn't stop shaking, as if he was supporting a hill, as if he was supporting an unbearable weight.

Tick
Tick
The darkness covered Song Gang's face, but tears trickled down from his chin.

Little drops of water fell on the forehead, and began to flow along the stream pattern on it.

Just like the intricate rivers and criss-cross streams in this country, that is their symbol, engraved in their lives.

The water source and food brought by the river brought them hope and nurtured them from generation to generation.

Looking at the sad people, they are companions, friends, and family members.

Shenping Rukawa smiled, and he said the words he once said: "Walk down the river, there will always be hope."

"what!!!"

Songgang couldn't bear it anymore, crying loudly, like a child.

That year, Kamihira Rukawa, who was only eleven years old, looked at the destroyed village and himself who had lost all his relatives, knelt on the ground and was about to end his life, and said the same thing.

"Are you going to end your life right here? What about those family members who died?"

"What do you know!! I have nothing left!! Father! Mother! Sister! They are all dead!!"

"Then are you willing to go with me? One day, I will make this country peaceful and peaceful. At that time, there will be no more wars and deaths, and our people will not be the same as we are today."

Tears flowed sideways, and the crazy self, who pierced his chest with his hands, inexplicably stopped after hearing these words.

He suddenly had an urge to follow this man. At this moment, next to the village engulfed by raging flames, the young Shenping Rukawa stretched out his hands and stretched out to himself with a smile.

In the smile, there is understanding, hope, dream, and that beautiful country.

There is no war, no killing and death, a world where everyone understands each other and can coexist peacefully.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well. Because I know that if you walk down the river, there will always be hope."

Kunai fell, and with a bang, he held those hands tightly, and lived with hope.

The light slowly burned out, and the filaments of the wicks turned into specks of light and scattered in the room. The man still looked at him with a smile, and told him what he said before.

"Walking down the river, there will always be hope."

Song Gang took his forehead protector, and held it firmly in his hand.

And this man also nodded in relief, and lost his breath with a smile.

When the fire is extinguished, people die like lamps.

The room fell into darkness because of the loss of light.

In the dark room, came Matsuoka's deep voice.

"grown ups.."

"Go on."

(End of this chapter)