The strongest support for the fourth generation

There are really too many injustices in this world. Compared with the beasts that eat and are eaten, human beings who claim to be the spirit of all things seem to be less noble...even, the relationship between people is even crueler , the level is even more distinct...

The yellow sand filled the air, and the world withered. There was no need or room for complaints about all of this.

——That's right, from the moment they were born in the Land of Winds, children have learned to be patient, and learned to ask for a little bit of material necessary for survival from the boundless sand and dust, because fate has been doomed from the very beginning , this reality that no one can escape...

One of the Five Great Ninja Villages.

Bearing such a name, the ancestors of Sand Ninja built the current village on this piece of terracotta that even monsters can't bear. Although the wind blows away their flesh and blood, they still use bones as a wall to protect future generations. There are always people singing in the middle of the night, every grain of sand in this desert is soaked with the boiling blood of the predecessors...

But this honor, this persistence, was destroyed overnight.

Yes, I am afraid that no one will ever forget the symbol imprinted on the cliff... At least until that family disappears, the ninjas of the Kingdom of Wind will never lose the courage to talk about the glorious history loudly, even if the entire ninja world was there Even trembling under the sign can't erase the humiliation that Sha Ren has suffered!

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At the end of the mission, the journey back slowly from the yellow sand that can bury everything is probably a memory that no one wants to experience again, but the sand ninjas have long been accustomed to it, even if the team in front of them only has three people, and they never From the blurry shadows, they were all children.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

As if he was just about to say something, he hesitated but swallowed a mouthful of dust. The young man with purple paint on his face spit out a few mouthfuls of dissatisfaction, but there was still only a salty bitter taste in his mouth.

"This ghost weather!"

He cursed in a low voice, and the puppet wrapped in bandages behind his back also made two "creaking" collisions while the young man adjusted his position-if the elders saw it, I'm afraid he would be blamed for not putting his own The weapons are properly disposed of.

"Shut up Kankuro!" A little ahead, a woman who was obviously taller than the other two figures mercilessly taught the former, she moved her neck a little, and the huge fan behind her also shook for a while.Obviously, the sand in her clothes also made her very uncomfortable, "What's the matter, we'll talk about it when we get back to the village, and we're still on mission!"

Probably because of age or the division of labor in the team, Kankuro just shrank his neck and curled his lips in disdain, but he didn't say anything after all.

And at this moment, the boy who was walking in the front finally spoke with that special and deep voice...

"To shut up!"

The speech mixed with threats and bloody smell made the whole scene quiet in an instant, and a few strands of floating fine sand seeped from the gourd behind him—even among the yellow sand everywhere, the devil-like dust Still very conspicuous...

Since then, the dialogue has reached a stalemate, and the silence took the opportunity to occupy the entire movement.

"call…"

The wind was howling, and the scenery of the Kingdom of Wind had always been so desolate, but after peeling off the dust, a towering ray of sky finally appeared in the team's field of vision.

Of course, there is also the more conspicuous Thousand-Hand Clan Emblem!

Without the protection of these winds and sands, the medal of shame would be more conspicuous?

Thick dark circles covered the boy's eye sockets, and when Gaara's gaze touched all of this, it became sharper—the kind of pain that seemed to be piercing the skin did not come from the love for the village... On the contrary, All of this symbolizes his deepest and most direct disgust...

For a moment, some people may wonder why such a young man has such great hostility towards his village, but soon, the focus of observation is replaced by a rarer traveler who came out of the dust.

The tight-fitting black combat uniform is the main part, while the silver-white vest and the mole mask that completely conceals his face add to his mystery... As for the dagger on the back, it always gives people the illusion of an ornament.

Walking slowly, the traveler first looked at the surrounding cliffs, and then finally locked his eyes on the three little ghosts in front of him.

"Are you the ninjas of Sand Ninja Village?"

His tone was flat, and he couldn't hear dissatisfaction or other emotions. He waited for the three of Gaara to turn around before continuing to speak.

"I am the messenger from Konoha."