Konoha's Thunder Roar

"How is he, is he still awake?"

"Master Jiraiya, it should be soon. The wound on his chest has been healed by medical ninjutsu, but the fierce battle has made him very tired and he needs rest to recover."

"That's fine, I'll see him"

Open the medical tent, which is a resting place for seriously injured patients

Feng, who was in a deep sleep, regained consciousness a little. He seemed to hear someone talking in his ear vaguely. He wanted to open his eyes to see, but his eyelids were so heavy that he wanted to open them, but he couldn't control them.

Vaguely, he felt that someone was touching him, and in a gentle and comfortable massage, his consciousness sank again.

He had a long dream. In the dream, he awakened the ultimate reincarnation eye of his blood, practiced the powerful toad fairy art of Mount Miaomu, and combined two top powers in the world, becoming an existence like a sage of the Six Paths.

That year, he uncovered the dark hands behind him, subdued the entire ninja world, ended the ninja war, and changed the fate of those unfortunate friends. He lived happily with the people he liked.

In the peaceful years, he and his wife worked from sunrise to sunset, gave birth to children, and came out to adjust the conflicts of ninjas from time to time. His existence made all ambitious people dare not take action, and the ninja world maintained the long-lost truth. Peace.

As the years passed, the children left them when they grew up, and went to the outside world to explore and increase their knowledge, leaving them alone in the village to endure loneliness.

When the children returned, he and his wife were already very old. Even the Immortals of the Six Paths would die of old age one day.But even so, the joy of reunion still made them walk like flying.

But what ushered in was not the children's tears of joy, but the ruthless ninjutsu attack. "Father, I'm sorry, I have to do this for the freedom of all beings in the ninja world.

During these years of traveling in the ninja world, I saw that your existence makes the whole world breathless, and all living beings are crawling in the so-called peaceful world you created, and have lost the freedom of life.

Today I will bring them freedom with my own hands, so that life can bloom with the colors it should have, instead of surrendering to a mediocre peace and living a mediocre life. "

He couldn't believe that this was what his children could say, "I have been telling you about the hardships of ninjas in the war-torn era since I was a child. There are too many sad stories, too much despair, too many people become distorted and paranoid, peace is How hard-won, you know?"

Do you know how many people were sacrificed for the peace of the ninja world?

"But now, what human beings want is freedom. The era has changed. The era of ninjas is over. As your son, I will start a new era."

The old Feng was no longer his opponent, he who had inherited his blood was extremely powerful at the moment, he snatched the Eye of Samsara within a few strokes and put it in his own eyes.

The pain of losing his eyes was far less intense than the pain in his heart. He collapsed on the ground and decided to die with this traitor. He didn't know what made him have such a dangerous idea. If he was allowed to do anything wrong, the ninja world would fall into war again. Among them, since it is my own mistake, I will end it by myself.

The body absorbed a large amount of natural energy and jumped at him, and he would detonate himself.

"You stupid bastard"

Feng, who was on the hospital bed, woke up from the dream and straightened up, still yelling.

"Huh...huh..." Panting heavily, he turned to see the medical ninja in a white coat, and they were looking at him suspiciously.

"Where am I?"

"Lord Feng, this is the medical tent in the big camp. Don't be nervous, you have returned safely." The doctor on the side slowly approached him and explained.

This is the obvious 'Battlefield Syndrome', clinically manifested as uneasiness, restlessness, suspicion, and delusional feelings of being persecuted.

"Oh~ is that so?" Feng heaved a sigh of relief and lay down.

Memories came back, and he remembered who he was, where he was, what he was doing.

"The dream just now was really clear." He was still reminiscing about that weird dream, as if he had experienced it himself, he had a feeling of sinking into an illusion.

Seeing that Feng had calmed down, the doctor began to check his body with the equipment, "Master Feng, your body has recovered very quickly, and your injuries have basically healed. You can be discharged from the hospital after a few days of observation."

Although it was only a temporary hospital during the war, the doctors still maintained the style and habits of Konoha Hospital, and all of these were the masterpieces of a certain woman, and Feng was just one of the beneficiaries.

He opened the curtain and walked out of the medical tent. The sunlight was a bit dazzling. He squinted his eyes and adjusted for a while before putting down the hand covering his forehead.With gauze wrapped around her body and a loose coat, she enjoyed the warm sunlight.

Walking in the camp, the ninjas who come towards him, whether he knows or not, will greet him and call him "Maple-sama"

Even Jonin is no exception, making Feng puzzled.

I'm a Chunin, why do Jnin respect me so much?Jonin is an advanced fighter in the village, and his status is much higher than him.

"Are you wondering why they respect you so much?" A gentle voice with a funny tone came from behind Feng.

Familiar voice, he knew who it was, turned around and said, "Teacher Ziraiya"

Jiraiya put his arms around Feng's neck familiarly, put his shoulders on his shoulders and said, "You can do it, I have heard about you from the surviving ninjas of the vanguard force. I didn't expect you to be able to skillfully use Flying Thunder God so quickly. In battle, it was even faster than Minato back then."

Ji Lai also became more and more satisfied with this disciple, he had really admitted Feng's identity as a disciple.

"It's just a desperate struggle, and the desire to survive has stimulated the potential of the body. Let me do it again now, but I may not be able to do it." Feng told the truth.

"Hehe~ Don't be too modest, kid, you've performed very well, Mr. Ziraiya, you have officially recognized your identity, Gao is not happy, don't you feel very honored to be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Toad Immortal Ziraiya? " Ji Lai also approached, laughing wildly.

Feng dodged to the side to prevent the saliva from splashing on his face, and said, "The pioneer troops suffered heavy casualties, I just did what I should do.

As for being a disciple of Master Jiraiya, I have always felt very honored. "

Apart from the blemish of lust, Jiraiya's charisma is obvious to all, and he is also a qualified teacher.

Hearing what Feng said, Zilai also grinned happily. "I have something to tell you. When you were in a coma, we had already defeated Sand Ninja. The war with the Land of Winds is over. The frontline troops here, except for the initial defensive ninja, will be withdrawn to the village for repairs. .

And you, as the leader of the vanguard, completed this raid mission excellently, and your own strength has also been recognized by most of the jonin. Orochimaru and I submitted a recommendation to Hokage, and the village decided to officially promote you as a jonin , are you happy? "

In front of him is a 13-year-old Jonin, a genius boy well-deserved, his strength and responsibility have at least spread in the camp.

It seems that Feng didn't hear Ji Lai Ye's veiled praise, his attention was still in the previous dream, and a thought emerged in his mind.

"Being as strong as Liu Dao will die of old age, and ninjas seem to be nothing more than that."