Naruto: The Legend of Mortal Bone Ninja

Following the bumps and groans of pain, Mifune slowly opened his eyes.

The sound of the cold wind whistling in the Kingdom of Iron was familiar and somewhat reassuring to my ears, and what I saw was a dark cave and three little ghosts who were not cute at all and had dull expressions.

Li Zhen and the three of them carried Mifune on their backs for a while, but when it was Li Zhen's turn to carry Mifune for a while, his behavior when putting down the poor wounded man was not gentle at all.

The scar on Mifune's head was very shallow. What made him unable to move like a salted fish was due to some of the toxins remaining in his body.

Almost all the ninjas in the Hidden Rain Village quench their weapons, and in order to prevent them from being easily cracked by the enemy, they often add new materials to make the poison more deadly and difficult to deal with. Of course, just in case one of them is poisoned, The corresponding antidote is also being followed up, but the detoxification effect cannot be guaranteed.

The antidote given by Hanzo neutralizes most of the toxins, but this is not playing a game after all. After taking the antidote, you will immediately become active and active. The remaining small part of the toxins can only be countered by Mifune's own immune system. Can it survive? In the past, it all depended on Mifune's own physical fitness and God's willingness to let him go.

Therefore, even if he was roughly thrown aside by Li Zhen, it would not have any impact on Mifune.

"here is?"

Mifune, who was slumped in a corner, felt as if his brain had been taken out and played as a football for a while before being stuffed back in. Dizziness, nausea, and death-like pain spread throughout his body.

"For now, I am following the human traces and running in the direction where people may gather. Now that you are awake, come and lead the way."

Those unceremonious words were not at all like what an experimental animal without human rights would say to a noble samurai master. At least the two boys looked at the leader who was not polite in front of adults with some concern.

Imps would not have such an arrogant attitude. The memories of these imps only contain content about being violently dominated by adults, and they instinctively feel repelled and fearful of these huge individuals that are completely different from them.

Li Zhen didn't have similar feelings about this, let alone Mifune, who had no threat in front of him.

"Ah... sorry..."

Mifune's slow brain began to work. The incident when he was knocked down by Hanzo seemed to have happened just now, with only some chaotic memories along the way.

"I've caused you trouble... It's really embarrassing. I should have done something for you because of my immaturity, but instead I was saved by you..."

His thoughts gradually returned to normal, and the numbness on his tongue subsided, allowing Mifune to communicate more and more clearly.

"By the way, where is that girl? I remember..."

The temperature in the cave seemed to be freezing cold at Mifune's words. The little ghosts who suffered the same situation seemed to regard each other as very important partners, eating a big pot of rice together, helping each other, and talking about dreams and hopes.From the dozens of people at the beginning to the current three people, the two brats who might die like this at any time could even be too lazy to remember their names, Li Zhen, and he was not interested in knowing how they were feeling at the moment.

"As for that guy... the group of people you asked us not to hurt were fatally injured with arrows, and then I killed him. You should also eat some to replenish your strength."

Li Zhen threw the cold rice balls he snatched from the refugees at Mifune with a normal expression, talking about things that seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"……Eh?"

Mifune's hand that stretched out to catch the rice ball froze, letting the rice ball fall from his hand and fall to the ground.

The samurai who was over thirty was no longer a child. The chaotic memories were sorted out, and Mifune instantly understood the reason why those refugees did what they did.

It's just that Mifune never thought that the villagers who were supposed to flee towards the capital turned into plundering thugs... No, Mifune knew that could the villagers who lost their homes, property, and family really reach the capital? Before arriving, most people They will die, and it is the samurai themselves who turned them into thugs...

I can't do anything, not for the villagers or the children in front of me.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."

"what?"

Li Zhen looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting on his knees inexplicably, bulging his cheeks and chewing a rice ball with no taste at all. He swallowed it with difficulty and said as if he remembered something.

"Ah, there's something wrong with my statement. Before you asked us, that guy was shot down by an arrow. He didn't die because of you. Don't get me wrong."

Although none of the people you asked for help survived.

"It's not because of that incident."

The warrior sitting upright looked directly into Li Zhen's nonchalant eyes seriously.

"What you just said was that you helped that girl to end it...I'm sorry! You were forced to do that kind of thing to your companions, and it created bad memories. These are all the fault of a useless person like me. I'm sorry!" !”

"Aha?"

Looking at the middle-aged warrior who lowered his head deeply without caring about his dignity, a strange feeling spread in Li Zhen's chest.

Should it be said that Neon people particularly like the troublesome feeling of being entangled with themselves?

Li Zhen has the feeling that he is not fighting with others on the battlefield, but as if he is on some TV series at [-] o'clock in the evening, talking to each other about trivial matters, understanding, and messing up. This kind of tediousness that Li Zhen himself cannot clearly describe. emotion.

But the samurai in front of me is probably the only one who would attribute all the faults to himself.

Adhering to some hard-core creed, I feel that as an older person, I shouldn't do nothing.Unlike the ninja system that allows children to go to the battlefield, the iron country's samurai system has no precedent or ability for young children to go to the battlefield.Mifune had raised objections to this many times after seeing these children, and he vaguely guessed from Yamada Naoya's attitude and orders that the appearance of these children was by no means righteous, but contained inhuman darkness.

It is the turn of these children to appear on the battlefield. Shouldn't it be a shame and incompetence for us adults?

What is the purpose of this martial arts training?

Li Zhen looked at the middle-aged warrior with his head down with some boredom. Although his expression could not be seen, the trembling body and the tears that fell were from his heart, if not for his superb acting skills.

No matter what it is, Li Zhen is bored.

At least the eyes of the two inexperienced brats beside him were slightly reddened by the words and actions. Although they still didn't quite know why they were touched, Mifune's sincerity was indeed accepted.

Although the black-haired Li Zhen wanted to coolly throw the rice ball with only one mouthful left in his hand on the ground, he still swallowed it after considering the body's replenishment and the pointlessness of doing so.

During this process, the warrior kept his head lowered, as if waiting for the child in front of him to accept his apology.

Li Zhen reached out and took out a short knife, which was a relic of the girl who could make a fire for cooking. Of course, Li Zhen had no interest in remembering the name.

The sound of the blade being slowly unsheathed made Mifune's ears twitch as he lowered his head.

The children in front of him, like those refugees, were persecuted by the class called samurai. Mifune was a member of the samurai and had enough legitimate reasons to be resented and retaliated.

"Hey."

Mifune does not feel that he is any different from others just because he once helped these children. This life was originally saved by these children, so he will not be forgiven. Mifune has made the consciousness to use this life to pay for his sins. alright.

"Those guys were trying their best to survive. They didn't die because of your incompetence."

"Don't look down on them."

The tip of the short knife touched Mifune's chin, forcing Mifune to raise his head and look at the young boy who felt different. His black eyes were so cold that they were not human.

The young child spoke carelessly without expression.

"Rather than those boring things, wouldn't it be more practical to teach us some combat skills now?"

"Uncle."