[Hokage] Terukawa

What the meat grinder named "Zhan Luan" devours is not only life and flesh and blood, but also some more hidden and brilliant hopes and beliefs.It is also the most terrifying catalyst in the world. Large and small scavengers and horrible diseases awaken in the land scorched by the flames of war...or hotbeds. At the same time, there are also things that are more hidden and obscure than scavengers and more obscure than diseases. Rapidly spreading—such as eyes full of hatred, hearts of despair.

It's like looking for deep enough cracks in the dilapidated and chapped land, and then sowing dark and dry seeds in the cracks that still maintain vitality.The people who did all this flicked their sleeves and turned away after finishing all this. The sand dust generated by the friction between the soles of their feet and the ground rose and fell in the air, wrapped in indescribable haste and indifference, but in Finally, alms cover the seeds with a thin layer of cover.

High temperature, strong wind, trampling... Each of them is enough to kill any kind of sprout, but for the new hatred, everything is just the beginning.Torture may break it, but it will never be enough to obliterate it.The high temperature makes it dark but hard, the strong wind makes it distorted but strong, and trampling... the soles of those trampling feet step it into the soil a few inches, and the root of hatred can penetrate how deep it is.You will feel that the soles of your feet are hot, as if there is an endless flame burning, and you will feel that your eyes are swollen and painful, as if you have just passed through the boundless desert of the Kingdom of Wind, and the tip of your nose is lingering with blood, so thick that it makes you feel I'm so dizzy that I can't tell if it's yours or mine or his...or maybe it's on the collar?Ha, but who knows?Who would care?Damn it, you obviously didn't even have time to swing the knife, and your fingers holding the handle of the knife are slipping, so what are you thinking about?Do you think—do you think you have other things to do, do you think you have other paths to choose? ?

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The woman belonging to the Konoha Orphanage was quickly recording something in the register. Her hair was disheveled and she didn't have time to comb it, and her complexion was so pale that it seemed that she had been sleepless for days and nights.She paused in the air with the hand that picked up the cup, then sighed, and put it down again as if resigned to fate.

"Are the children escorted back from the country of Sichuan?" she asked, "How many people in total?"

"Yes, there are six people in total, all of civilian origin." Anbu's secret technique made my voice sound hoarse and unrecognizable, a bit like pulling chicken feet with the bow of a violin.

"What is your group and code name?"

"Anbu Tactical Emergency Special Forces [-]nd Team. Coyotes."

Hearing this, she looked up at me, as if she wanted to take this opportunity to see clearly what kind of mask this strange code name corresponds to—it is a pity that the darkening sky does not allow it, and the person who drew the Anbu mask The artist obviously couldn't interpret the difference between a dog's head and a wolf's head well... Don't get me wrong, I mean that his wolf's head and dog's head are painted equally ugly, and it is impossible to tell which one is better.This once made me seriously consider a problem, that is, if the mask can be drawn with my own hands, then I will definitely draw a pattern of the annoying dog. After all, in this environment where the overall painting style is very abstract, the annoying The recognition of the dog is definitely at the max level, and it is absolutely effective for pulling hatred.

"Can I go?" I asked aloud.

"You don't look very old." The woman stroked her forehead and sighed inexplicably, "Go, hand in the task."

I didn't say much, but before I turned around and left, I took one last look at the six children I left behind, and said that they were children and they were really just children. The oldest was only six years old.I don't know if I should be thankful that they are still young and ignorant, so that even though they know that they have been irreversibly hurt, they still retain the ability to raise their heads and smile, instead of being like those who have been burnt and turned into The ashes of vegetation, or the dying corpses hanging by a ray of soul, but the soul has been burned to death in the war.As for the remnants of the war... Most of them hate ninjas, but there are also a few saved people who will call us "good ninja-sama". The idea of ​​ignoring the master and hating the executor is extremely ignorant and short-sighted, but I have to admit that " Shining Killer-sama" is just as absurd and laughable.Just thinking that after all, this is a wonderful world where the military power relies so much on ninjas that the army is no longer valued, and the phenomenon that ninjas become the center of the storm seems to be less inexplicable.

I walked out the door, and a few Anbu juniors waiting outside followed behind me without saying a word. A group of people came and went in a hurry, quietly and quickly, as if passing by quietly at night under the moonlight shadows of clouds.They are my temporary teammates for this mission—in fact, according to the boss, they are not only teammates I need to rely on for the time being, but also juniors who need my care.I have to praise Anbu for playing the cards well. There are very few teams with a high rate of mission completion and no attrition incidents, but because of this, the members of these teams are undoubtedly rare in this generation of Anbu, so If the battle is not too tight, it seems understandable to split up such a team and lead juniors with inexperience but good potential to complete some low-difficulty tasks.

It can be seen that they do have plans to train the Anbu generation to become the backbone, but... the situation is indeed not as smooth as imagined.

Thinking of all the hardships in cooperating in combat, I just feel a throbbing pain in my temples... I'm lucky, I'm glad that my boss's thinking is not too advanced, and I'm glad that their steps are not too big.

Objectively speaking, the strength of each of the members of this emergency combined team is not bad, and the tasks entrusted are not too difficult. The high starting point and high error tolerance rate can basically achieve the goal without reducing the number of personnel. The purpose of the juniors accumulating combat experience—doesn’t it sound very good, like the experience dungeon in the game?

Yes, it is indeed very beautiful-provided that I am not the captain.

They have different strengths, different positions, different fighting habits, different passwords... They also had different teammates. Obviously, these cannot be explained clearly in a few words of self-introduction. Speaking of "self", on the contrary, it is "the other" who knows more about the situation.I can’t do it without knowing myself and the enemy, let alone the invincibility of a hundred battles. I just feel exhausted and exhausted after completing every mission, and I miss my other four teammates. The sarcasm has become cute at this moment... I don't know if he is happy eating sand in the land of wind.

I quickly glanced around these juniors who have always seemed taciturn and reticent since I met me. I cleared my throat and changed back to my real voice: "This mission has been successfully completed, between us In theory, the partner relationship has also come to an end—everyone, you have worked hard, and I look forward to meeting you next time—of course, as long as it is not in the morgue, anywhere is fine.” I thought of something, and my tone paused, “Yes Oh, the team members are disfigured. Remember to check the wound on the back in time after disbanding. Although it has been sorted out by me, I am only at the beginning of medical ninjutsu after all, so... I am afraid that the foreign body is not cleaned thoroughly enough and I will give it to you. If you leave a hidden wound, it is better to find a professional medical ninja to take a look."

The purple-haired girl code-named "Hualian" was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, but she quickly reacted and nodded slightly: "Yes, thank you, senior."

"In this case...the second team of Anbu Tactical Emergency Special Forces," I bent my eyes in satisfaction, and in an instant the imprint of the instant body technique formed on my hand: "disband."

In the next second, I stepped firmly on the roof of the Konoha Orphanage. The sound made when my feet touched the roof had been honed infinitely close to nothing in countless practices.

But the woman in charge of recording seemed to have just left.I poked my head out to watch for a while and came to a conclusion, but it didn't affect anything. I threw a bottle of water I bought on the way back on her table and didn't pay attention to it anymore. I turned my head and thought about life. up.

Of course, what I think about is not about why the hair with painted faces is an unscientific purple, which I have long since given up analyzing, but about...why the hell am I being picked up by the boss in the dark? The gesture was sent to work overtime at night—where did the ninja on duty go to catch fish?Could it be that he had diarrhea and went to the toilet after eating too much dinner?

I fiddled with the hair sticking together at the sideburns a few times—the blood from the enemy had already dried up, and the slippery and sticky feeling luckily disappeared, but my hair began to tangle because of it.Those fragmentary small hard lumps can be easily crushed with just two fingers, but my fingers will also have a lot of powder that looks like rust but is more delicate than rust... It's life-threatening disgusting blood residue.

From the bottom of my heart, I feel that the operation of not being able to take a shower with blood on my head is simply torture. No one can remain calm in this situation, not to mention that I am still being sent to work overtime with a gesture from my boss.

So... why?Is there an emergency at the front line?I... I remember that the battle situation was stable a few days ago, and some people in the village even began to feel that the war was about to end, and the upper echelon would send the fifth emergency team—that is, Haruma’s team to the border with the Land of Winds The very fact that the mission is being carried out in the border area proves that the current favorable situation is not a fabrication... Could it be another front?The possibility is even greater, but the border of the Kingdom of Wind is obviously not absolutely safe. Just an ill-timed joke.

I quickly skipped over the mission locations of all the people in my mind, and finally confirmed that there is indeed only one spring horse in the front line. He...wouldn't be so unlucky to run into this trouble, right?

But not right.I frowned, knowing exactly what was wrong.Luck can be said to be a part of power. It is the most unpredictable but also the most difficult to control. If a person pins his hope on luck, then if he is not stupid, he must be desperate.

A strong person never counts on luck.

Am I stupid?

Joke, of course not.

Am I cornered?

It seems to be, but it's not there yet.

In my mind, I roughly estimated how long I could rest at least after tonight's duty, and calculated the journey of Haruma and the others, and finally made up my mind to apply to the third generation to go to the Land of Winds for investigation tomorrow morning.

...I just hope that Chun Ma doesn't really have such a bad back, at least...at least meet me once.I thought.It can be regarded as living up to my poorly compressed sleep time.

——at least I can't do such a stupid thing as sleeping on the roof during shift time.

The sky turned completely dark.

There is no such thing as a curfew in Konoha, so whenever night falls over the fields, the lights will light up the courtyard, the street, the buildings... and even the night sky above the entire Konoha Village. .They are like the light of flickering candles, and like the water of a pulsating river, they are just scattered in the originally deep and quiet night sky, and they are shining brightly, but they make the night sky become Lively and enthusiastic.Konoha's four fields are also dark, and there are stars in the night sky. If you look away a little, you may confuse the stars and the lights.I saw the lights go out suddenly, and I saw the lights turn on suddenly-the latter is probably the ninja who just finished the mission and returned to the house, right?Maybe there are also those younger generations who are not worrying.

I was a little dazed, and for some reason, I suddenly thought of a few words of Koshi Inoue, a young guy who was young.He smiled and said that his favorite thing to do is to sit on Yanyan overlooking the scenery of Konoha, day after day, year after year, and he never gets tired of watching it.Each season has its own advantages and disadvantages, but there are advantages and disadvantages among 24 hours a day. For example, the night view is the best, followed by dusk.You can see the lights of Konoha lit up little by little, and you know in your heart that every light here is a home—a person's home is naturally called a home.When you look at the dense warm light in this valley, you will feel that this is indeed a unique miracle in the world. You will want to cry, you will want to open your arms to embrace, and you will want to give everything you have to protect it. — you'll want to love it with all your might, with all your might.

I actually don’t quite remember the situation at that time, but I still remember that the response to him was silence at first——I remember that I wanted to say something, but because of the complicated and difficult to understand in my heart, all kinds of emotions were entangled and entangled, I opened my mouth. I can't say anything.So the one who finally responded to him was the spring horse who kept his head down—he snorted, his cold eyes were used to staring at the unknown depth of darkness under the cliff, but I knew he was indeed smiling... as if he was awkward Say "hardly agree with your point of view".

I still remember that at the end, he rubbed his face with both hands and erased something, and his maroon eyes finally turned from the darkness under the cliff to the gorgeous distance with burning clouds and lights at dusk. What a bright and eye-catching light, but still did—

I saw lava-like golden and red fire seeds sprinkled in his eyes, bursting, bursting, sweeping, and even setting off a phantom-like flame storm. Those fleeting eyes were so radiant... almost overwhelmed him. The fire that burns ruthlessly and ragingly on the wild battlefield.