Naruto: The Legend of Mortal Bone Ninja

"Tsk, take it."

Three dried salted fish and a small bag of rice were thrown at the feet of a child. The muddy snow and dirt quickly infected them. However, the expressionless child didn't say anything. He just picked up the food and turned around to return to the cave. corner.

"What an uncomfortable brat."

Seeing this boring reaction, the tall samurai curled his lips and stopped making trouble. He returned to the warm fire where several samurai companions were sitting around to warm themselves up.

In a corner far away from the samurai group, the hungry companions were waiting for the food to arrive with green eyes. The snow water in the pot had been boiled while waiting. After a girl simply washed away the dirt on the surface of the food with snow, Add the shredded dried salted fish and rice to the pot and cook.

Soon the aroma of food wafted out, causing the children gathered in front of the pot to make the sound of the five internal organs.But the children did not start fighting. Instead, they looked eagerly at a friend who was playing with a water balloon with one hand.

Li Zhen has no interest in becoming the leader of the little devils. He only does his own thing and silently eats dry food. This is the character of a solitary creature like him.

It is true that he does not have any leadership talent, but he is the most capable of the little devils and has some opinions. Unknowingly, the little devils are approaching him, following the instinct of the weak and the strong.

what a hassle...

"Eat."

After the leader spoke, the eyes of the children present immediately shone with anticipation. They each took out the "lunch boxes" they picked up from nowhere, and ate in small bites under the fair distribution of the girl.

At that moment, I saw some people eating with old helmets in their arms, some with a piece of breastplate eating, and those who didn't have a suitable "lunch box" would just wait for the other person to finish eating before eating from someone else's.

The short-haired girl handed a wooden bowl to Li Zhen, but her attitude changed regardless of who the other party was. The rough wooden bowl was made by Li Zhen with a knife, and he could barely use it.

"..."

Looking at the crystal clear salted fish porridge in the bowl, Li Zhen still couldn't adapt to it both physically and mentally.There is nothing wrong with adding more snow water so that everyone can have a bite. The key is the water in the bowl. Well, the shredded pork floating on the porridge made Li Zhen hesitate.

Li Zhen hates fish and all forms of fish. He has always felt that this kind of creature is disgusting and cannot be accepted physically and mentally.

Even if Li Zhen suppressed his emotions, he could not change his disgust.

When the temperature dropped, the idea of ​​picking out the shredded meat for others to eat only lasted for half a second. Li Zhen drank the bowl of salted fish porridge with the same consciousness as when he was dueling with Long Mi.

It doesn't taste very good, after all, more water was added.

According to Li Zhen's quirks, even if the fish meat is picked out, the remaining porridge will be "contaminated" because of the fish meat.It's just that if this young body wants to survive in a dangerous environment, nutrition is necessary.

After one bowl, Li Zhen's stomach was replenished, but mentally he felt like he had experienced a death battle with himself.

Li Zhen did not exercise his hegemony as the leader and go to eat an extra bowl or something, so the nine children present were deprived of the food they had each.

From the dark underground experimental site to this dark above-ground battlefield, the number of more than 20 experimental mice has now been reduced to nine. It is not ruled out that some people are still struggling outside and have not returned to this stronghold, but based on time, the possibility is very low , as for escaping...

Li Zhen stretched out his hand unnaturally and pressed it on his chest.

A short-bearded samurai put down the rice ball in his hand with a frown. He looked at the children huddled in the corner. They were tightly wrapped in several layers of clothes taken from the dead, and they all acted like beggars to win over others. Sympathy, even so, they were still shivering from the cold and hugging each other for warmth.

This is our country's territory, and neither clothing nor food to keep out the cold has ever been in short supply to such a state of poverty.

"Sir, there is still a lot of food left, and the logistics team will arrive in two days. Those children..."

"Shut up, Mifune."

The sound of shouting made the ice on the top of the cave shake off. The warriors beside the fire nimbly dodged the dangerous ice even if they wanted to but didn't dare to.

Only the owner of that voice sat there, fearless and fearless of the ice falling on his fine armor.Compared to the samurai around him who are generally about 1.7 meters tall, he is a big man who is over two meters tall. He holds the nodachi, a symbol of his status and strength, in one hand, and in the other hand he holds a freshly roasted deer leg and gnaws it boldly. .

"Don't worry about the lives of those little cubs."

"But my lord..."

Mifune's nose suddenly sore, and with the impact of being hit by a deer leg on the cheek, his body swayed in place, and his nosebleed.

Yamada Naoya looked coldly at Mifune, who was still standing with a bow, and his anger subsided slightly.

"Don't mention this again, Mifune."

"Yes, my lord."

This was the second time that Mifune had mentioned preferential treatment to those brats. Yamada Naoya refused once. This was the second time that he forgave Mifune, and it was also the last time.He is very optimistic about this young man who works seriously, but his straightforward character is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

Yamada Naoya stretched out his hand to take out the meat roasted by the fire, but he retracted his hand as if he suddenly lost interest. As for the muddy deer legs under his feet, he didn't even look at it.

When the superiors handed these numbers-named cubs to Yamada Naoya, they told him in a subtle way to let them all die outside, but not to make it too obvious.

Even during the war... No, it is precisely because of the special period of the war that bad things like power games are more serious. Those people never care about the life and death of the people of the country, they only care about taking the opportunity to gain more. Interests.

There are factions that support Mizuji Satzo's research behind the scenes, and there is the faction of his political enemy Yamada Naoya who opposes everything they do, and the success of Potion No. [-] will naturally be the credit of the people behind it.However, the side effects of the powerful potion have also become the reason for some people to attack Mizuji Satzo's research. This batch of mice handed over to Yamada Naoya is a compromise between the two sides after a game.

The white mice that were originally going to be discarded were randomly transformed and sent to the battlefield in order to recycle waste. Being able to achieve something and come back alive is better than nothing for the Mizuji Rizou camp. It is not a big deal if they are all wiped out. .

After all, if we had no expectations for them from the beginning, there would be no disappointment and loss.

Yamada Naoya was a warrior. As a civilian, he relied on time and experience to gain vague guesses about such an order. But an order was an order, and he just carried it out. These things could not be told to Mifune and the others.

That being said...these brats are surprisingly doing pretty well.

Yamada Naoya's order, which was so strict that it almost led to death, was faithfully executed. He required each kid to carry the minimum rations when going out, but each kid must bring back at least three pieces of Amegakure ninja's forehead protectors to complete the task.The army of ninjas was blocked outside the borders of the Kingdom of Iron due to the fighting situation. Even if there were a few ninjas who came in, they must be of good strength. More importantly, these ninjas would not take the initiative to provoke a fight, but would rather do reconnaissance and infiltration.Apart from rushing into the frontal battlefield and narrowly escaping death, this group of brats should have been disposed of because they were unable to complete their mission.

There were nine people who survived. Although most of them were wiped out because of Yamada Naoya's order, this was still not in line with his expectations. I don't know what method these brats used to get so many forehead protectors.

The forehead protectors they returned in batches were exactly the same in size, weight, logo, and specifications. The possibility of forgery was almost zero, and the forehead protectors of the enemy ninjas were indeed part of their military exploits.

Yamada Naoya's cold gaze fell on the little kid playing with a water balloon. I'm afraid this guy was incited to do something.

But it's also something inconsequential.

In the ghostly weather where day and night could not be distinguished, only the cold wind was howling outside the cave. After everyone had rested, Mifune, who volunteered to stay vigil to make up for today's mistakes, quietly picked up the roasted deer that he had kicked into the corner in the dark cave. leg.

Food that fell on the ground was inedible. None of the samurai were interested in the deer leg. Some even stepped on it nonchalantly after seeing it.

Mifune, who was pretending to be on patrol, wanted to quietly place the deer leg that had not eaten a few bites but had now become cold, hard and dirty with the children, but he found pairs of hungry wolf-like eyes watching him in the darkness. , creepy.

Mifune was not afraid of these looks, and did not even change his expression. He just gently placed the deer leg on the snow in front of them and pushed it over, and finally turned and left under the indifferent eyes of the children.

There was no enthusiasm for doing good deeds in my heart, nor was there any complaint against those little white-eyed wolves. I was just doing an ordinary thing.

In front of the dim fire pit, there was a fine armor sitting there, complete with helmet and faceplate. The armor's hand was slightly raised, resting on the huge nodachi...

After a moment, he let go, as if it was really just an armor without life and humanity.