Naruto sage comes to the world

Chapter 70 Roots

Orochimaru's unique voice sounded, cold and hoarse.

"Of course, Yao Yuan is a smart kid and will make the most appropriate choice. There is just one thing I don't understand, why Yao Yuan?"

With Dashewan's assurance, Danzo seemed to calm down a little, and slowly sat back in the chair.

"Because of Namikaze Minato. To become Hokage, the first is strength and popularity, and the second is successor."

Orochimaru was thoughtful, "Really?"

"Since Namikaze Minato showed extraordinary talent, Sarutobi Hiruzen has trained him as the next generation of Hokage."

A smirk formed on the corner of Danzo's mouth.

"As for you, Hiruzaru Sarutobi's favorite disciple in the past has already been thrown out of the sky by him."

"Hehehehe..."

Orochimaru's laughter sounded a bit dry.

"I need a young man who is outstanding enough to fight against Namikaze Minato. Only in this way can I gain an advantage in the competition with Sarutobi Hiruzen. Yao Yuan is my final choice."

Orochimaru got up slowly, "Yao Yuan is good, but he is not in a cage. Be careful playing with fire and setting yourself on fire. I'll go first."

Danzo nodded disapprovingly, "As long as I am strong enough to suppress him, everything is fine. By the way, what happened to that thing?"

The smile in Orochimaru's eyes grew stronger, and the unscrupulous laughter echoed in the silent building.

"The war is about to start, and what we need will be available soon, hahaha..."

. . . . . . . . . . .

This day, for Konoha Ninja Village, couldn't be more ordinary.

The sun is still so bright, and the village is still so peaceful and prosperous.

There are still bustling crowds on Konoha Street, and the smiles on people's faces are as kind as ever, nothing has changed.

For Yao Yuan, this is a day he will remember forever.

On this day he walked into the darkness and put on the mask of death.

There is no going back.

Once Yao Yuan died just like that, the one who reappeared in the world was the "Black God of Death" who became famous in the Ninja Continent in the next few decades.

. . . . . . . .

Under Konoha, there is a huge building with a radius of several miles, which is the headquarters of the notorious 'Root'.

It is nominally a training institution for Anbu, but it is actually an independent organization affiliated with Danzo.

Unlike Anbu who accepts various entrusted tasks or directly assigned tasks by Hokage, the members of 'Root' only accept orders from Danzo.

For the members of 'root', Danzo is the only leader.

Yao Yuan stood at the entrance of 'Root', looked at the gray and faded handwriting on the wall, and stopped.

"No name, no feelings, no past, no future."

The sixteen bloody characters on the wall are particularly eye-catching.

Yao Yuan took a deep breath, put aside his worries, and walked into the endless darkness without hesitation.

. . . . . . . .

Danzo looked at Yao Yuan with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face for the first time.

"Glad to see you joining, 'Gen' is in need of outstanding young people like you. From today, this is your second home."

Yao Yuan's voice was flat, without any emotion.

"Yes, Danzo-sama."

Danzo looked at the back of Yao Yuan leaving, his eyes flickered.

"What do you think of Yao Yuan?"

A masked ninja stepped out of the shadows of the room.

"A person's smell can't lie. Yao Yuan's smell even scares my bugs. He has killed many people. Even surpassed many senior ninjas in 'Root'."

"Really? Hahaha..."

Danzo's laughter lasted for a long time, and his laughter resounded underground for the first time.

"Sure enough, I saw the right person. This is the person I need. A real killing machine."

"But, my lord. Don't worry about Yao Yuan..."

Danzo interrupted the masked man's question.

"I have my own calculations, so I don't need to say more."

The masked ninja got down on one knee.

"Yes, my lord."

. . . . . . . .

In the dim passage, it was cold and damp.Quiet doesn't seem to be human.

The slight sound of footsteps was particularly loud in this dead space.

A 'Root' member wearing a cat face mask led Yao Yuan to the door of a room similar to an archive room, nodded at Yao Yuan, turned and left.

Sitting in the room was a middle-aged ninja with a forehead protection. He had a round face and looked a little friendly. He seemed a little out of tune with this gloomy underground world.

"A newcomer who just joined, are you here to receive the uniform and mask?"

Yao Yuan hummed, but his eyes stopped on the wall behind the middle-aged ninja.

The middle-aged ninja turned his head in surprise, and followed Yao Yuan's gaze to find a black and white mask.

Although it looks more like a skull when hung with other masks, it looks different when hung among a bunch of animal masks.

Black base, white lines.

The black bottom is made of some kind of special canvas, which is not only breathable, but also tough enough to withstand some minor injuries.

The skull's head is outlined with simple white lines.

It is exactly the appearance of the "Grim Reaper" in the legend of Ninja Continent.

The blood stains on the mask have not dried completely, and it looks like the previous owner of the mask died not long ago.

"I suggest you not choose this mask."

Looking at Yao Yuan's eyes that seemed to be fixed, the middle-aged ninja kindly persuaded him.

"This mask has been cursed, really. In the past few years, the luckiest ninja who wore this mask only lived for one year. As for the unluckiest one, it was the previous one. Only one mission came out, died, not more than a month before and after."

"Thank you uncle, this is what I want."

Yao Yuan declined the kindness of the middle-aged ninja, with a faint apology on his face.

The middle-aged ninja reluctantly took off the mask from the wall and handed it to Yao Yuan.

Shaking his head helplessly, "Young people nowadays, hey. Leave a code name, and this code name will be your name in 'root' from now on."

"grim Reaper."

Yao Yuan smiled, turned and left without looking at the astonished expression of the middle-aged ninja.

. . . . . . . .

Ghost Lantern Shuiyue was leaning against a tree bored, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and humming an unknown song.

It looks very comfortable.

Suddenly, a chill hit, and cold sweat burst from the pores of his body.

Guideng Shuiyue stood up abruptly, with the black knife in her hand, staring vigilantly at the man in black in front of her, beads of sweat began to pop out of her forehead.

The whole body of the man in black is shrouded in a pitch-black cloak, and under the cap connected to the cloak is a white skull.In this gloomy forest, it is even more terrifying.

Although Guideng Shuiyue has always been bold, her teeth were still chattering, and her face turned pale: "You... who are you?"

Familiar laughter sounded, and the mask was taken off, revealing Yao Yuan with a smirk on his face.

"Brother Yao Yuan, you look so cool."

Guideng Shuiyue came to his senses, grabbed the skull mask, and played it curiously in his hands.

Guideng Shuiyue looked at the dark brown thing in his hand, and asked with some doubts: "What is this?"

"The blood of the previous owner of the mask."

Yao Yuan looked at Guideng Shuiyue who seemed to want to vomit, laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and reached out to take the mask.

Guideng Shuiyue looked at the black cloak and white cat-face mask that Yao Yuan handed over, and immediately put on a flattering expression.

"I knew you would never forget my equipment, thank you Brother Yao Yuan."

"Let's go back. We'll set off in three days for the next mission."

"Great, I can finally get rid of this boring life."

The excited voice of Ghost Lantern Water Moon was particularly loud in the quiet woods, a group of birds flew out of the forest frantically, obviously startled by the voice of Ghost Lantern Water Moon.

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