Naruto I get stronger when I draw a lottery

"I don't know if they are going well or not."

But at dawn, Jiraiya woke up early

The liveliness of the past has disappeared, and the friction between the five countries suddenly disappeared completely in an instant, as if they were a partnership.

But it's okay, Jiraiya doesn't have to spend so much time worrying about this and that...

It would be great if it goes on forever, but even if it takes a little longer, the demand for combat power on the border will not be so much, and Jiraiya and the others can go back to the village.

"Those three people must be fine."

Orochimaru also got up early like Jiraiya.

Compared to Jiraiya, he seemed very calm and confident in the White Fang three.

"Right."

Jiraiya also agreed, but the uneasiness in his heart never subsided.

Jiraiya has been traveling to the outside world for many years. Although it is not enough to compare with him during Naruto's time, it is not bad.

So Jiraiya understands the importance of intuition better.

Jiraiya always felt that something was wrong with this uneasiness that came from the deepest part of his heart.

The two walked out of the camp, and Jiraiya and Orochimaru were waiting quietly outside.

The early morning breeze was very comfortable, and the two of them stood at the border waiting for the three people who were supposed to make a triumphant return.

——Hope it’s okay.

Jiraiya prayed quietly in his heart.

Time passed slowly, and finally for a moment, the direction of the wind changed.

It was faster, more violent, and there was also the sound of breaking wind.

Jiraiya and Orochimaru looked at each other and completed the greeting posture in an instant.

This feeling, with its chakra fluctuations, might not be that of White Fang and the other three, but more like an enemy attacking early in the morning.

however--

The opposite is also true.

Two figures jumped out from behind the tree in front of them. Jiraiya and Orochimaru were about to take action, but were stopped abruptly by their faces.

The next moment, many figures jumped out from the same direction.

The white-skinned people, Jiraiya and Orochimaru, directly greeted them, ignoring the two people flying over.

"Fire escape, flowing fire song."

Jiraiya completed the seal all of a sudden and sprayed out a fire escape.

Not to be outdone, Orochimaru directly used his own unique moves.

"Sneaking Snake Hand."

With one move each of them, the two of them immediately eliminated several enemies that suddenly popped up in front of them.

The strange thing is that these enemies did not just turn into corpses and lie there as usual, but were slowly swallowed by the ground under their feet.

"This is--"

Jiraiya exclaimed.

He was familiar with this thing. The guys who attacked Konoha last time were like this, even though they were all dressed in black and couldn't notice it at the time.

Orochimaru on the side also showed interest, but at this moment he could no longer care.

The most important thing is the other side.

Jiraiya and Orochimaru turned back to look at the two people who had just flown over.

It's Yuhi Makoto and Matt Dai.

Both of them looked very embarrassed, covered in wounds, like refugees.

Yuhi Zhenhong was already unconscious, but Matt Dai was still holding on for breath. He was the one who just ran over with Yuhi Zhenhong on his back.

"Feel sorry--"

After saying this, Matt Dai also followed Yuri Zhenhong and fainted directly.

The breath that had been held up until now was suddenly released.

Jiraiya lowered his head and dropped his hands.

Needless to say, Jiraiya has been through this situation countless times.

Orochimaru was also silent.

White Fang didn't come back, and when they came back, Yuhi Zhenhong and Matt Dai were in such a mess.

There is no need to say anything anymore——

"Let's take them back for treatment first."

Orochimaru said, Jiraiya nodded, he was speechless.

The uneasiness that had been spreading for a long time finally did not deceive him.

It's not the worst outcome, but it's bad enough.

There are healers in the camp. The return of Yuhi Zhenhong and Matt Dai directly made the camp busy, and a feeling of uneasiness pervaded everyone's heads.

Everyone knew what it meant that White Fang, who was second only to the Hokage, didn't come back.

but--

If even such a strong person can't do anything, let alone prevent the war from happening as mentioned before setting off, maybe today is the day when the war starts.

"What do you think?"

Orochimaru looked at Jiraiya on the side.

"I do not know."

"To be honest, I really want to run over there and at least bring back the body of Senior White Fang."

Jiraiya tightened his grip.

Orochimaru looked at Jiraiya and said nothing.

"But it's impossible."

Jiraiya smiled to himself.

"If even Senior White Fang can't do it, what can we do?"

Orochimaru remained silent.

When the Sannin were young, White Fang also took good care of them, but in terms of combat, White Fang's experience taught them a lot.

One White Fang was worth two Sannin, which was a conservative estimate for a Sannin.

The wind blew in front of me, and Orochimaru's voice came slowly.

"It seems like it's about to start again."

Orochimaru's long hair was flying in the wind, and Jiraiya knew what he was talking about.

If we fail to prevent the war, then it is time to welcome the war.

Jiraiya looked up and sighed, and the breeze carried the sigh away.

All the cruelty that should come will eventually arrive, it will be late, but it will never be absent.

So--

Will the joy that should come be like this?

It was only a short distance away from the Hidden Mist Village. Blood was still hanging on Xiaocao's body, and some of it had solidified.

The terrain here has been changed, and the beautiful forest has turned into a large open space.

The gray-black land, the pitted land, is full of traces of war.

Footsteps sounded softly, causing the grass to rustle.

The broken ninja sword stuck in the ground came into his eyes. It still had its edge, but after all, it was just a broken blade.

Its owner——

Lying there, with his eyes closed, his white hair was half dyed red, his blood was white, a hole was opened in his chest, half of his face was covered in blood, and his body was even more miserable.

"God's mission comes to meet you, you who feel pain."

A tall figure stood in front of White Fang, wearing a god-control robe.

The wind blew, and the royal robe was lifted slightly. He looked at the white-haired man in front of him with calm eyes.

The grass stubbornly raised its head and faced the wind. The white-haired man disappeared with the wind, leaving only a broken blade here.

From then on, the sword and its owner no longer appeared——