From Naruto Sengoku

Uchibono stood on the wind vine tree, his feet glowed slightly with green light. He just stood on the tree trunk parallel to the ground, looking into the dark depths of the forest.

Everyone is good at pretending, pretending to be a vulnerable side that is unknown to others, and then bursting out hysterically in their hearts when no one is around or in the silent night.

Even if his face is calm and his eyes are lifeless, only he knows how crazy he is inside, full of accusations and lamentations.

No's eyes were so calm. He had killed 138 ninjas of the Sarutobi clan today, cutting their throats or piercing their chests with one knife. In short, it was just one knife.

Nuo thought about it, and it seemed that he always killed people cleanly, but he couldn't remember who the first person he killed was.

But he remembered the feeling he had when he first saw the body.

Strong nausea, rejection and disgust from the bottom of my heart.

The kind of tragic, mutilated, indescribable corpse of a person who wants people to escape.

It's strange that I'm not scared now. Just now, I killed more than 130 people, and I didn't feel anything at all. Of course, this is not the first time I killed more than 100 people.

Even though there was a ninja lying at his feet with eyes that were staring at him with unblinking eyes.

Nuo swung the knife, trying to get rid of the blood stains on the knife. Unfortunately, the blood stains had dried, and he could only wipe it off if he wanted to get it clean.

Falling on the ground, he picked up Kazuma Sarutobi's sword and weapons. During the Warring States Period when supplies were in short supply, even a wealthy family like Uchiha would not give up their trophies at will.

When Nuo walked out of the forest, he was stunned. A little boy wearing tattered clothes was squatting next to the body of a ninja, rummaging for something with several samurai swords on his back.

The little boy looked up at Nuo.

They were dull, lifeless eyes.

The little boy stood up, put the weapon on his back on the ground, and then threw the small rag bag slung on his body on the ground.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Nuo was stunned for a moment. This child seemed to be only a year or two younger than him. Why would he ask that?

Nuo shook his head.

After receiving Nuo's answer, the little boy's face showed no change, and he was not happy at all about getting the chance to live. He continued to squat down. He did not take the samurai sword again, but picked up the cloth bag and continued to rummage through the corpse.

Nuo looked at him and asked in confusion: "What are you looking for? Are they your relatives? Or, tribesmen?"

The boy shook his head and said, "No, I'm looking for money." As he said that, he changed his target and rummaged, seeming to sound a little disappointed, "They are a little poor and don't have much money."

Nuo blinked and explained: "Ninjas don't even bring money with them when they go on missions. They give the money to their families because they might die, so it's useless to bring money."

The little boy ignored Nuo and continued to search.

Nuo didn't say anything, crossed the line he drew with his own hands, sat on the stone, and watched the little boy rummaging through the corpses one by one, while he himself waited for Madara again.

They are probably already fighting. With Madara and a few jounin here, it should be easy to deal with the Hachiman family.

After a while, the little boy seemed to have finished searching. He looked back at Nuo who was eating dried meat, swallowed, and stood there as if thinking about something.

Nuo was also looking at the little boy, what did he want to do?

The little boy began to pick up the katana swords on the ground. There were dozens of samurai swords, and he carried them to the ground in front of Nuo and piled them up.

Nuo was even more surprised. He looked at the pile of samurai swords in front of him. He couldn't figure out what the little boy was going to do, but he didn't say anything and just continued to look at it.

After picking up the katana, the little boy collected the ninja bag, dagger and cloth bag from Sarutobi Ninja. He went back and forth several times and piled them all in front of No.

He stood opposite Nuo, kicked the pile of weapons, and said to Nuo: "I want to exchange two pieces of dried meat." After saying that, he pursed his lips, paused, and then said: "One piece is fine."

Nuo was stunned and said, "But these are originally my trophies."

The little boy nodded and said matter-of-factly: "But, I collected them so that you can save trouble."

promise:"......"

"you're right!"

Nuo took out the last two pieces of dried meat from the grain bag and threw them to the little boy.

Watching the little boy tear into the dried meat, Nuo realized that this guy was very thin, a kind of morbidly skinny.

Nuo said to him: "What is your name?"

The little boy continued to bite the dried meat, "Ichiro."

Nuo saw that he had finished one piece of dried meat and started to eat the second piece. He couldn't help but asked strangely: "Don't you leave one piece? You can leave it for your brothers and sisters."

Ichiro ate the dried meat, looked up at Nuo, shook his head and said, "I have no brothers or sisters."

No siblings?An only child? Only children in this era are really rare.

Ichiro finished eating the dried meat and licked his lips with unsatisfied taste.

Nuo looked at him, smiled slightly and said, "Go home quickly, I have no more dried meat."

He shook his head: "Home? I don't have a home. I'm just a little beggar. Where can I get a home?"

Nuo sat on the stone and looked at him. The skinny little beggar wiped his dirty face, then lowered his head and opened the cloth bag, seeming to check the harvest tonight. His eyes glanced at the small kettle on Nuo's waist, and his expression struggled for a moment. , took out five copper coins and handed them to Nuo.

"Can you sell me the kettle?"

Nuo looked down at the fist-sized water bottle on his waist. It could only be filled with three or four sips of water. It was used to take a sip of water to relieve a dry throat when walking quickly.

But he was very interested in this little beggar who was not afraid of him.

"Okay, then I'll sell it to you."

No took off the kettle and threw it to Ichiro, then took the money from his hand.

Ichiro held the small kettle and shook it by his ear. His indifferent face finally changed, and he seemed to like the small kettle very much.

He tied the kettle to the cloth bag and said: "There are many beggars in the city. There are many bad ones among the beggars. They often beat me. I am young and thin and cannot beat them. The good places in Tomo City where it is easy to beg are I couldn't compete with them, so I had to find a place by myself. I heard that there were ninjas fighting here, so I came here, thinking that I should be able to pick up something to exchange for money."

Uchihano asked: "Where are your parents?"

Ichiro waved his hands and said calmly: "He died long ago. My father liked to gamble, and was eventually beaten to death by debt collectors. I followed my mother and ran far away. In the end, my mother married a general who worked for a fan, so she threw me away. Yeah, how old I was at that time, I think I was four, I forgot."

Nuo put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward slightly, "Then do you blame them?"

He blurted out: "Why are you complaining about them? I can't even remember their appearance. Besides, I'm so busy trying to survive every day that I don't have any free time to complain."

Nuo asked again: "Then when you come to the battlefield, aren't you afraid of being killed?"

Ichiro had already tied the small kettle, looked at the Uchiha family crest on the kettle, nodded with satisfaction, and then answered: "It's not certain whether I can survive until tomorrow, am I still afraid of being killed?"

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