From Naruto Sengoku

Tomo Castle is not far from Fengteng Mountain. The little beggar ran wildly with stops and breaks. When he arrived at the edge of the city at dawn, he looked up at several warriors guarding the city under Tsune and the Daimyo standing on the wall.

How could the little beggar have the courage to ask them to open the gate? He squatted along the base of the city wall and waited for dawn.

With a hint of joy in his heart, he opened the rag bag like a thief. In addition to five large coins, there was also the short knife promised to him. One large coin can buy two brown rice balls. If he eats one a day, he will not have to worry about it for two days. .

Looking at the small kettle engraved with the Uchiha family crest, the little beggar had a trace of longing in his eyes.

"Am I the first outsider recognized to hold the Uchiha family crest?"

Gently touching the red and white pattern on the fan, this skinny young man, who had always had an expressionless face and lifeless eyes, seemed to have raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes had a little more brilliance.

The red sun was rising, and a ray of golden light shone down. The young man raised his head, looked at the red sun on the top of the mountain, and shook the rattling rag bag.

I decided to eat two brown rice balls today.

Eat one during the day, and another one when you're hungry in the middle of the night.

Sometimes, a kind smile from a stranger, or a gentle reminder, is the first ray of light that penetrates the haze.

Unintentional touches are the most touching.

Also watching the sunrise, Nuo stood on the top of the tree canopy. The golden light spots reflected the boy's still slightly immature face. Unknowingly, the boy had grown up and had to shoulder some things.

"No, it's time for us to set off."

Madara shouted from a distance.

"it is good!"

Nuo also responded loudly.

As for the Hachiman family's clan land, maybe the boys and girls hiding around it will come back to live there, or maybe it will be abandoned and eventually become a nest for snakes, insects, rats, and ants at the foot of the mountain.

In fact, no one cares what happens to them. The Hachiman family no longer exists and perished in a conspiracy. Why is it his Hachiman family?

Maybe it's because it's far away and it's weak.

Also staying awake all night was Takehiko Sarutobi, the head of the Sarutobi clan. At this time, he was standing in front of Fengdeng Mountain, standing on the line that Nuo had drawn last night.

Sarutobi Takehiko's eyes were dark and stern, and overnight, not only the Hachiman family was destroyed by the Uchiha, but more than 130 of their ninjas were also killed at the same time.

Just rely on Uchiha's 200-person ninja troop?

Sarutobi Takehiko didn't believe it, no matter how strong Uchiha was, there would be a limit.

"Master of the family." A ninja stood next to Sarutobi Takehiko, struggled for a while, and said the unbelievable result.

"All the clan members were killed by the same person."

Sarutobi Takehiko turned around suddenly, stared at the man with a stern gaze, and said coldly: "You mean, our 138-member ninja troop of the Sarutobi clan were killed by the same person?"

The man lowered his head slightly and did not dare to answer.

All of them were killed with one blow. The wound on the neck was on one side and the wound on the chest was on the lower side of the back. This shows two problems.

First, this is a certain habit of the enemy.

Second, this enemy won't be too tall and is probably a child.

At this time, he could only convince himself that the enemy was the first type of person with habitual killing methods.

If it was the second type, then he couldn't imagine how terrifying such an Uchiha ninja was.

At this time, a man came quickly from a distance and half-knelt in front of Sarutobi Takehiko.

"Master, all Uchiha's ninja troops have gone to Toma Castle."

Sarutobi Takehiko sighed after hearing this. Uchiha was really brave, but he also knew in his heart that Uchiha's revenge was coming.

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"Two rice balls."

The boss looked at Ichiro who was wearing loose clothes, especially the dark red blood stains on his collar. He took out the brown rice balls from the cage and said with a sneer: "Going to make money from dead people again?"

Ichiro looked at the boss indifferently, threw a big coin in his hand on the wooden cabinet, picked up two rice balls and left.

The boss picked up the coins and spat at Ichiro's retreating back.

"Haunted little thing."

Ichiro walked into the alley, looked back, shrank back into the alley, and finally squatted in a damp corner, took out a rice ball and ate it.

In this era, there are many war orphans, and even more starve to death and freeze to death. If you can successfully grow to eleven or twelve years old, you can join the fan army. Although you don’t know which war you will die in, you will die. I will also have a full meal before.

There are more children who cannot grow up smoothly. In that kind of environment, how can a 4 or 5-year-old child eat enough on his own and avoid freezing to death?

After devouring it, Ichiro licked the brown rice grains on his fingers and covered another rice ball in the cloth bag. For him, there is nothing more important than having some leftover food to eat when he is extremely hungry. It put him at ease.

"Hey...the haunted guy also has rice balls to eat?"

Remembering a joking voice, Ichiro secretly put the cloth bag into his arms, slowly turned his head, and looked at the four people standing at the entrance of the alley with an indifferent expression.

"Going to make money from dead people again?" The four of them walked into the alley, looked at Ichiro huddled in the darkness, and said, "I must have touched a lot of money. It just so happens that we haven't eaten yet, so take out the money. Bar."

"I have no money." Ichiro responded coldly.

They always beat Ichiro, but Ichiro doesn't understand that they are all little beggars that no one wants, why they can be together, but he has to be beaten by them.

Ichiro gritted his teeth, holding the cloth bag tightly with one hand, and reached into the bag with the other hand to hold the knife.

"No money? Can I eat brown rice balls if I don't have money?" The boy headed by the four was only a year or two older than Ichiro. As he spoke, he bent down and reached out to pull Ichiro's cloth bag.

When Ichiro saw him reaching out to pull his cloth bag, he gritted his teeth. Then, there was a flash of light in the alley, and the short knife stabbed straight into the boy's left eye socket.

"Ah! My eyes!" The young man covered his eyes, rolled on the ground and screamed. The remaining three people were frightened. No one would have thought that Ichiro, who usually looked sick and could only pick up things from dead people, Today I dared to draw a knife and hurt someone.

At this time, Ichiro's right hand was tightly holding the short knife promised to him. He looked at the young man screaming and rolling on the ground, his chest rising and falling violently. At this time, he was like a very hungry wolf, protecting his food. Hungry wolf.

Ichiro suddenly raised his head and looked at the three little beggars. Seeing that their bodies were shaking continuously, Ichiro ignored them. He picked up the bloody dagger, stepped over the rolling boy on the ground, and ran out of the alley.

But there was already a crowd attracted by the screams at the entrance of the alley. They blocked the entrance and looked at Ichiro who committed the crime in surprise.

At this time, Ichiro was still afraid. His heart was filled with grief and anger. He stood at the entrance of the alley, facing the people who had beaten and scolded him.

He raised the knife with both hands, pointing the bloody tip towards the crowd.

"Everyone, get out of the way! Let me go! Let me go!"

"Get out of the way! Let me go!"

Ichiro, whose body was constantly trembling, screamed in despair at a group of people looking down at him. His eyeballs were bloodshot and his legs kept moving from side to side.

He is like an ant holding a weapon and complaining to heaven about unfair fate.

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