Naruto Arrows

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow cut through the silence of the mountain forest with the sound of piercing the air, accurately hitting a pheasant that was digging in the grass with its claws for food, and knocked it to the ground.

The pheasants that had suffered a sudden misfortune screamed loudly, while other pheasants were frightened and immediately fled in all directions.

"Whoosh!"

Another sharp arrow pierced the air and headed straight for the colorful rooster flying into the air.

The arrow was very fast, and in the blink of an eye it was close to the rooster that had just taken to the air. However, the arrow, which seemed to be full of murderous intent, ended up missing a few inches and flew over the rooster's head. The huge force brought The arrow flew for several more meters before finally exhausting all its strength and falling to the ground.

The rooster who was lucky enough to escape was also frightened. He fluttered his wings and quickly landed on the ground, then did not dare to spread his wings and take off again. He lowered his head and disappeared into the lush grass, running quickly towards the not far away place. Among the dense woods.

"Phew, the difference is still too much."

When the pheasants were running away without a trace, a thin figure wearing a grass-green tights, only about one meter tall, holding a strung horn bow, walked quickly to the one that had been shot in the torso. It was no longer there. Next to the moving pheasant, after exhaling a breath, he said to himself in a slightly disappointed voice.

This thin figure is naturally Hinata Neji.

"It's missing by four inches."

After speaking, he squatted down and gestured with the distance between the arrow and his original target. The expression on Hinata Neji's face became increasingly disappointed.

He can't say that he can hit [-]% of the time with fixed targets, but he can still hit [-] out of [-] of them. However, he still can't hit the moving targets where he points, and the error is not small.

"If you continue practicing like this, how long will it take to reach the level of killing arrows?"

He sat down on the ground and looked at the prey on the ground, without any joy on his face. ?

He rarely misses a fixed target, and hits one or two out of ten moving targets. Although this kind of shooting skill is not too amazing, it is actually quite amazing for his body, which is only five years old and has never touched a bow and arrow before. .

But compared to the archers described in the book that he had traveled through time and still existed in his mind, his shooting skills had not even crossed that threshold.

. . .

He was also an orphan in his previous life. He grew up in the countryside with his grandfather. As a half-hunter, his greatest hobby, besides hunting in the mountains, was reading.

One of his grandfather's favorite books was a yellowed thread-bound book describing the archers of ancient mythology.

According to his grandfather, he got this book from a man who was fleeing the famine in exchange for two handfuls of wheat.

In addition to recording these archers from the ancient mythological era, the second half of the book also records the eight mortal arrows and the unique shooting skills of many of the previous archers.

As a grandfather who has been playing with bows and arrows all his life, he firmly believes in this. In addition to always thinking of ways to practice, he also wants to let him practice together.

But since he grew up under the red flag, he naturally didn't believe it. He thought it was just a storybook compiled by the ancients, so he just read it as a story and put it behind him.

As we get older, farther and farther away from home, and as time passes, these memories gradually become blurred.

Not long before he traveled through time, his grandfather suddenly fell ill. He hurriedly returned to his hometown, but the old man passed away after seeing him for the last time.

After making arrangements for his funeral and packing up his belongings, he saw this book again. He opened the book with sadness and recalled the time when his grandfather told him the story of this book when he was a child. The past, sleepy, fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he was already in this world.

And after he fulfilled his promise to his original self, solved his obsession with his original self, and returned home to sleep in darkness for a day, he was extremely surprised to find that the yellowed thread-bound book also came with him. Arriving in this world, it appeared in his mind.

Having just experienced time travel, and seeing this book in his mind so strangely, he obviously no longer dared to regard it as just a storybook compiled by his predecessors, as he had done in the past.

Naturally, I no longer dare to underestimate the archery skills recorded in the second half of the book.

That's why he exchanged most of the money left by his father Hizashi for a short bow and went out hunting every morning.

. . .

"You mean, that kid will go outside every day and rely on hunting to survive?"

In the Hokage room, Sarutobi Hiruzen, who had been paying attention to Hyuga Neji since the death of Hyuga Hizashi, heard the news that his ANBU had finally determined and found it to be true. His face, which was already full of wrinkles, couldn't help but feel wrinkles. A little deeper.

"Hizashi died for the village and the Hyuga clan after all. The Hyuga clan actually cut off his only son's living expenses?"

He picked up his pipe and knocked it on the table, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He also knew very well that the previous conflict with Kumogakure was basically the result of Kumogakure's defeat. However, considering that the village that had not yet recovered its vitality could not afford the price of another war, he could only choose to sacrifice the Hyuga clan. , sacrificing Hyuga Hizashi.

From the village's perspective, he didn't think what he did was wrong, but at the same time, deep down in his heart, he didn't deny that he owed Hinata Hizashi something.

Therefore, now that he heard that Hizashi's only son had received such abuse from the Hyuga clan, he couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with the Hyuga clan in his heart.

However, this matter is ultimately an internal matter within the Hyuga clan, and as the Uchiha clan becomes increasingly restless, he and the village really can no longer bear the turmoil of another wealthy clan.

"Does Rizu know about this?"

After reinstalling the tobacco, he lit it and took a deep breath. After exhaling a long puff of smoke, he finally continued to ask.

In the end, Hizashi died for his brother Rizu. He didn't believe that Rizu would do such a thing of repaying kindness with revenge.

"It's not clear yet."

Anbu, who was kneeling on one knee in front of his desk, replied after thinking for a moment.

"Since Hizashi's death, Hizashi has rarely been seen, so the specific situation is difficult to ascertain."

"Ah."

Sarutobi Hiruzen nodded, understanding in his heart.

"Inform Hazuki to add that child's name to the roster."

Hazuki Shimizu, a Konoha chuunin, is responsible for taking care of many orphans in Konoha whose parents died in the mission.

Of course, taking care of them is actually nothing more than distributing living expenses according to the roster on time every month, and sending them to study in ninja schools when they reach the appropriate age.

"Although I can't promote Hizashi's achievements, he is the hero who prevented Konoha from falling into war again. I can't watch his children worry about survival."

"Yes."