Naruto sage comes to the world

Chapter 170 The Prison Cell
Yao Yuan was awakened by bursts of severe pain.

Every bone and every muscle in his body was tormenting him severely.

He had to curl up to ease the pain that made him shiver.

A thick liquid rushed out of his throat, and he coughed up a big mouthful of black gore.

Fully awake.

He wiped the blood spots that had condensed into pieces on his face with his hands, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

What came into view was a field of dim colors.

It took him a while to get used to the dark environment, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Prison again.

It seems to be an indissoluble bond with the prison.

Not long ago he had risked his life to escape from the prison of Elysium.

The incident in Elysium seems to be still yesterday, and today it is back in the cell.

It's just that I don't know where the prison is.

He tried to prop up his body with his hands, trying to sit up and see more clearly.

His body became dizzy for a while, and his strength quickly flowed away from his body, disappearing without a trace.

His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Those injuries on his body should not be enough to make him so weak.

He frowned trying to extract chakra.

There seemed to be something missing in his body, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't extract even a trace of chakra.

Without Chakra as an introduction, the curse seal on the shoulder cannot be opened.

With the current physical condition, even the most basic self-protection ability has been lost.

He reached into his arms.

"I rely on!"

He cursed harshly.

Not only the long knife, but also the seal scroll and ninja bag on his body were taken away. Now he really looks like a naked pig with no hair, and can only be slaughtered.

With the last glimmer of hope, he touched his right wrist, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The beads are still there.

Perhaps it looked too ordinary, but the searcher didn't take the beads from his hand.

He raised his head and looked around carefully.

This is a rectangular prison cell with a square of two meters, which looks more like an iron box.

The heavy iron gate was tightly closed, and only a small skylight was opened on the roof about three meters away.

Because the skylight was too narrow, the air in the room was a bit cloudy, with a musty smell.

Occasionally, the sound of waves hitting the rocks can be heard. Judging from the intensity of the sound, this prison should not be far from the sea.

Another strong dizziness hit him. Before he passed out, he seemed to faintly hear someone calling his name. He tried his best to support the ground with his hands, trying to stand up.

This last act completely broke his spirits, and he passed out again.

. . . . . . . .

In a luxurious hall, there are several rooms the size of Hokage's office in the depths of the room, a man wearing an ordinary hat is sitting on a leather sofa.

"Master Feng, the number of people in this fighting competition is not enough. Especially the number of ninjas is much worse, you see..."

A gray-haired man wearing the iconic black windbreaker of the Dark Thunder Corps asked cautiously.

"Time is running out. And Yunyin and Kirigakure are already prepared, and it is impossible to sneak attack like last time. If there are not enough people, use ordinary people to make up the number. Anyway, most people are cannon fodder, and the ninja side is weaker. , the dignitaries who came to watch the battle became more and more excited."

"Yes, my lord."

The gray-haired man hesitated for half a second,
"My lord, why don't we speed up the pace of the game and have a melee in the first round. Those who survive will go directly to the next round. This way the problem of insufficient numbers will be solved at once. What do you think?"

The man in the bamboo hat pondered for a moment, then nodded,
"Just follow your plan. By the way, the kid from the Uchiha clan I brought back yesterday is also on the list. That's the Uchiha clan, and this name alone can bring a lot to the fighting game." income."

He paused, then continued,

"Remember to add that to your daily diet. You can't let him die simply. I want the Uchiha clan to lose face in this fighting match."

"Yes, my lord."

The gray-haired man lowered his head and retreated respectfully.

The man's almost maniacal laughter sounded in the office.

"Uchiha clan, I will return ten times the shackles you imposed on the Blood Pond clan back then. This time, it's just the beginning."

. . . . . . . .

Yao Yuan woke up again, and there was a small oil paper bag on the ground beside him.

Looking at the location, they should be thrown in from the skylight on the roof.

He looked over his head suspiciously.

Outside the skylight is a black sky, without a moon, not even a single star.

With the dim light that slipped in through the crack of the door, he could barely see the large characters on the oiled paper bag.

"The food is poisonous, do not eat it."

He looked at the familiar oiled paper bag in his hand, frowned, trying to recall the voice he heard before he passed out.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

It is sincere.

He remembered.

The voice he heard before he passed out was Makoto's.

No wonder the oiled paper bag in front of me felt familiar.

After leaving Bamboo Village, when taking a nap on the way, Cheng once took it out, and there should be glutinous rice balls in it.

Yao Yuan's stomach started to growl.

With slightly trembling hands, he opened the oiled paper bag, and inside were six glutinous rice balls neatly placed.

After wolfing down the whole rice ball, his extremely weak body finally regained some vitality.

Yao Yuan carefully rewrapped the remaining rice balls and put them in his arms.

If what Cheng said was true, then before he escaped, he could only rely on these few rice balls to survive.

As his body healed, his mind seemed to come alive as well.

A question came to his mind.

"How did Cheng come here, knowing where he is being held, and how can he deliver food without anyone noticing?"

With doubts, he leaned against the cold cell wall, quietly waiting for the dawn.

. . . . . . . .

The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell on Yao Yuan through the narrow skylight.

The warmth from the sun stimulated his body, and the bruises on his body began to ache again.

While Yao Yuan was struggling with the pain, there was a "bang" sound from the iron door of the cell.

A small square opening was opened at the bottom of the iron door, and an iron dinner plate was roughly thrown in.

The soup in the dinner plate and a yellow-brown paste-like food splashed everywhere.

"Boom."

The iron gate was sealed tightly again, leaving Yao Yuan staring at the food on the ground in a daze.

The same day passed for three days and three nights.

Yao Yuan didn't dare to touch the food on the ground, so he could barely survive on the rice balls in his arms and the rainwater falling from the skylight.

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