Ninja Shiranui

An open space was cleared outside.

Nearly half of the Konoha team suffered casualties in this battle, and the rest were all injured, with a few missing arms and legs but still alive. They all gathered in this open space.

Suddenly there was a pitiful howl in the tree hole, followed by a few hard gasps, and then gradually quieted down after a while.

Compared with the occasional movement in the tree hole, everyone outside was very silent. About ten people quietly found a place to sit or half lie down.Some people closed their eyes to rest, while others looked up at the fragmented moon jade disk hidden by the dense forest, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.

Suddenly, he came to the center of the open space, where Zhisui was sorting out the remains of a corpse.

That was a young boy, similar to Shisui.The carefully scrubbed face showed a pale background, and there were some minor scratches. The clothes on his body were obviously replaced with new ones, including a neat set of ninja outfits and a brand new green vest.

I have met this young man once in a while. Although he has not spoken to him, his current brain is obviously not normal. He has some signs of hyperamnesia. The details of everything he has seen in the past few days are stored in his mind. The face of his companion was obviously also remembered by him.

Maybe when he dies of old age, he can still remember this young man's face.

If there is ever a day when I die of old age.

"I think that even if you die, you have to wear clean clothes and walk away. This should be better." Zhisui said to Ma standing behind him: "If I die one day, my body can still be recovered. If you come, how about I ask you to take good care of it?"

"I'm not interested in putting makeup on Shisui-senpai's corpse." Ma refused.

"There is no need to put on makeup. Just like what I did, change into clean clothes, wipe your face clean, and be more decent in the world after death. That would be good."

He ignored him for a while, looked at the corpses, and asked:

"What to do with their remains?"

"Wait until daybreak for cremation." Zhisui was arranging the fine wrinkles on the clothes of the body. He smoothed it out carefully with his hands and nodded slightly with satisfaction. He replied: "After all, we are on the battlefield. We can't take it with us. They returned to the village intact. They were cremated and brought back some ashes, so that when they go back to erect the tomb and engrave the monument, it will be enough to have something to bury them in."

While watching Zhisui finish working on one corpse and continue to sort out the remains of the next corpse, he suddenly felt a breath being held in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out.

"I think it shouldn't be like this..."

Zhisui was a little confused, turned around and asked strangely: "What did you say?"

He took a deep breath:

"I mean, the world shouldn't be like this."

Shisui was stunned for a while, stopped what he was doing and rubbed his face vigorously, as if he wanted to eliminate the fatigue that could not be concealed on it.

He then stood up and poured:

"I know what you mean, but this is how the ninja world is."

Shisui could indeed understand what Shima said shouldn't be like this. What he meant was that he shouldn't be fighting to the death with others on the battlefield. These corpses in front of him shouldn't have lost their lives like this. This should be damned. The Great Ninja War shouldn't happen, the world shouldn't be like this.

He understands it because he thinks so too, and these are things he shouldn't do.

However, in the real world, these are all expected and normal.From the earliest days when the Immortal of Six Paths was only a legendary figure, to the troubled times of the Warring States Period with some recorded history, and then to the division of the world by the five major kingdoms, wars have always occurred, and disputes between people will never end.

Zhisui felt that you could understand what Jian was thinking, and he was also happy that Jian could think like this, so he patted Jian's head:

"We have no choice. The enemy is coming. Do we have to surrender? All we can do is protect our village and Konoha, that's all."

This is Shisui's most sincere inner thought now, and it is also the ideal for which he is prepared to do everything he can in the future.

I felt a little disgusted that others were patting me on the head, and I was not in a good mood, so I turned around and came to the foot of a big tree, sat down on the thick roots of the tree that protruded from the ground, leaned back, and looked at the sky. The moon in a daze.

Seeing that he was angry, Shisui didn't bother him and continued to do his own business.

The white moon is so big that you can even see the craters on it.

The moon seems to really evoke nostalgia. When I look at it, I can't help but think of myself a few days ago, the one who stayed at home playing games every day and lived a carefree life.What a beautiful world I have lived in for more than 20 years. I don’t have to think about how to survive on the battlefield. I don’t have to think about how to survive the night of genocide ten years later. I don’t have to watch people die one after another in front of me. I don’t have to kill people with my own hands. life taken away.

Life used to be so beautiful, but now it's so far away. That was only a few days ago, but now it seems like a long time ago.

I also thought about how I used to have fantasies about time travel, running cheats, having a harem, becoming an emperor, ruling the world, and so on.

Now that I have traveled through time and plug-ins are enabled, I can’t be happy anymore.

I want what I can’t get, and I want to cherish what I’ve lost...

Shisui probably couldn't understand himself either. How could he possibly understand if he was born in such a world?Senju Hashirama is also a fool. Why not just unify the world? If he becomes the emperor, how can he leave decades of peace to him as a time traveler?In that case, he might really be able to continue his original life of eating and waiting to die.There is also the Immortal of Six Paths, a person who is so capable. He does it over and over again and finally turns himself into a fool. His descendants will reincarnate and kill each other for generations, and he himself becomes a lingering consciousness hiding in a corner of this world. Be an old turtle in nooks and crannies.And that Uchiha Madara, with his low IQ and short-sightedness, can't he live a good life? He has to cause trouble and make the whole world a mess to be happy...

I kept thinking about these in my mind, and those were just subjective thoughts full of complaints, cursing the Sage of Six Paths, Hashirama Senju, Madara Uchiha and other former leaders of the ninja world, scolding them. All of them are short-sighted, and all of them have no regard for the life and death of ordinary people.

Regardless of whether it makes sense or not, if I curse in my heart, who can care?

When he had vented enough, he came back to his senses and found someone standing in front of him.

It was the same race who saved him, Uchiha Yun.

She had a gentle smile on her face, which inexplicably caused some tension in Jian's heart. This feeling was just like when he faced beautiful girls in his original world, that kind of awkwardness and subtlety.

"Have your injuries been treated by the medical team?"

she asked.

"Oh, not yet." He subconsciously wanted to touch the back of his head with his hand, but realized that the only movable hand was still injured and bandaged, and stopped his movement: "I won't be in trouble, a few heavy The injured were much more serious than me, so the medical team went to resuscitate them first after looking at them.”

"is it?"

Yun stared at the arm that could no longer move for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hand and touched the top of his head, looking a little dazed.

Naturally, he tolerated the behavior of girls touching his head.

After a while, Yun seemed to realize that her behavior was a bit abrupt, and she retracted her hand unnaturally:

"Feel sorry..."

"Forehead..."

Jian wanted to say it was nothing, you're welcome, but he saw her turning away and walking in a hurry.

"It's a bit baffling..."

He muttered something secretly, and suddenly saw Shisui coming over again and sitting down next to him. His work seemed to be finished:

"Don't blame her. Yun's brother died a few days ago. She probably thought you were a bit like her brother."

"Oh."

Hearing such words, I suddenly understood, but I didn't know what to say.