Ninja Shiranui

While he was slowly heading towards Konoha, many big things were happening, but none of them had much to do with him.

At least not yet.

The defeat of the Iwa Ninja heralded the end of this protracted war. No matter how many people were unwilling, Konoha won.Although compared to the cost of the war, the benefits of this victory are extremely limited, but at least Konoha has retained its position as the number one ninja world, and whether something like a name is useful or not is a matter of opinion.

Fortunately, Konoha still has Namikaze Minato, and the existence of golden flash prevents Konoha from being dim at this time.

When the fourth generation in the future led two disciples to the front line of Kirigakure, somewhere in an unknown underground cave, a white substance drilled out of the cracks in the rocks, expanded and deformed in the blink of an eye, and turned into a strange human figure.This thing seems to draw a straight line from the center of the forehead downwards, and is neatly divided into two parts. One part has a complete human appearance, and the other part only has a vague humanoid outline, which is like a rough embryo that has not been carved yet. Detail of stone statue.

It's obviously alive and talking:

"The Iwa ninja have retreated."

Someone opened his eyes in the darkness. These ordinary eyes looked no different from ordinary people. The only thing that might surprise people is that its owner has aged to the extreme, and the loose skin wrinkles can almost cover up his appearance. All the details on the body, the white hair like withered grass piled up in a mess behind him, the body covered in black clothes is just skin and bones, not much muscle and fat can be seen.

Lifespan is a shackles that locks up common people, emperors and generals. Even in this world, time can destroy everything.

Uchiha Madara is one of the strongest people in the world, a legend who can rival the first Hokage, the God of Ninja. However, the limit on the number of cell divisions has brought his life to an end, and the weak flame can only hide in the darkness and lightlessness. Underground to avoid strong winds from the outside world.

"Let Kirigakure take action."

"Yes!"

Bai Jue responded like a loyal subordinate and began to carry out the order.

Hiding in the darkness and lingering, Madara is planning for his future resurrection. He has already sent his reincarnation eye to one of the chess pieces, and then he needs a puppet to push the chess game back after his death.In order to achieve one's own goals, cruel killing and deception will be the most important means.

Obito was wrapped by a White Zetsu, and half of his completely shattered limbs and organs were completely replaced with White Zetsu's body. This is a magical method, but unfortunately it cannot be used to extend Madara's life.

Uchiha Obito, a junior of his own race who attaches great importance to emotions, is Madara's chosen one.Next, Madara will completely crush Obito's most important things into powder and show them to Obito. After filling his heart with hatred and resentment, and then giving him a little hope of seeing the good things again, everything will go according to Madara's wishes. Go on.

The nature of the Uchiha clan is extreme, and Madara will never be ashamed of his sinful actions, because he believes that all people in this world are full of sins, and his small evil deeds are just for the sake of a great ideal. , it is just a means that must be used to eliminate all evil.

This little bit is nothing compared to what he suffered?

Madara is the kind of person who can never have empathy. The only thing he values ​​​​is himself, and his own experience is the most important. As for other people, that is not important.

And the Obito he chose was similar to him.

……

On the evening of the second day after setting off to return, Ma finally saw the gate of Konoha Village.

This door in my memory is not unfamiliar, but there is an indescribable sense of novelty when it comes into view, which makes Jian's emotions inexplicably excited. It is an indescribable feeling.

Under the guidance of a young female ninja in her twenties, he filled out a form. This was a mission record. It was similar to the process of returning from a mission in peacetime. This participation in the war would be accumulated as a special mission record. during his ninja career.

As soon as he completed the form, he suddenly saw a round-faced aunt putting a round object into his hand, and heard a warm welcome home speech:

"The little hero is back, don't be polite about this!"

The aunt was very busy. When she saw a dusty ninja who had obviously just returned to the village, she handed her the things in the basket and gave her a warm and slightly flattering compliment. Since there were six or seven-year-old children around her, the little hero Such a title was thrown out like asking for money.

Some people were embarrassed, and some were so excited that their faces turned red, obviously they were very much benefited from it.

He glanced at the cold thing in his hand, a half-red and half-green apple.

There was more than one Konoha villager like Aunt in the crowd, and most of the things sent out were various fruits, and there were also some messy various foods.They made a mess of the team that was registering to enter the village, but no one stopped them or showed any disgust, they just smiled.

I took a bite of the apple. It tasted ordinary and slightly sour.

In fact, I didn't like eating apples very much in my previous life, but after all, these days I have been eating pancakes, compressed biscuits and paste, so this kind of fruit is not so unacceptable.In addition, although he would suspect that these people might be actors hired by Konoha's higher-ups, this feeling was indeed very good.

And at least, the smiles on these people's faces are not fake.

Saying goodbye to his companions along the way, as well as Nonoyu and others from the orphanage, he walked along the street towards the Uchiha Clan's residence.

The impact of the war still makes Konoha look desolate. There are not many people on the streets that should be crowded and noisy, and there are only a few shops open for business. The deserted feeling forms a big contrast and gap with the bustle at the gate.

But as he walked forward step by step, a familiar name appeared.

Yile Ramen.

It can be said that everyone knows about this store. It runs from the beginning to the end of the whole story. After that, the story of Chalanqian is still strong and even expanded.

In fact, I also like to eat ramen, but it is not Japanese ramen, but the kind of Lanzhou ramen or Lanzhou beef noodles that are everywhere. A few thin slices of beef are not really important. What is important is the texture and taste, which is better than ordinary noodles. The noodles are better.

I have never eaten Japanese ramen before.

So when he saw this shop and the red words "Ichiraku Ramen" on the square curtain hanging at the entrance of the shop, his heart immediately moved, and the glutton in his stomach began to get ready.

Without hesitation, he strode over.

Due to his height, he did not need to use his hands to open the curtain like an adult, and stepped into the store with small steps.

"Welcome, what would you like to eat?"

The store is small and slightly empty. There is only a heavy dining table in front of the kitchen counter, and a row of stools next to it.

Sitting on the stool, you can clearly see every detail and action of the chef making food.

A middle-aged man was wearing a white kitchen coat and a white kitchen hat. He wiped the table in front of him with a rag, looked at the room, and asked with a smile.

He glanced at the rows of ramen names hanging above the dining table.

"Tonkatsu ramen."

"Hi!"

The hand-beating boss, who was nearly thirty years old, responded angrily, then turned around and started cutting ingredients, lighting a fire to heat oil, and making noodles. While his hands were busy, he also started gossiping:

"This is your first time here. Did you just come back from outside?"

Jian was wearing dusty clothes. Anyone who wasn't a fool would know that he had just come back from outside. He might have been killing or being killed on the battlefield two days ago.

"what..."

He agreed in acquiescence, but did not take advantage of the situation to start chatting with his hand. He always did this in front of unfamiliar people, appearing taciturn. To use a popular word, it was social fear.

I checked and saw that he didn't mean to chat, so I didn't talk much. Apart from asking a few questions, such as whether there were any taboos and whether the portion should be halved, I was immersed in my work.

"One serving of Pork Chop Ramen! Guests, please use it slowly!"

As a chef, I cook very quickly. As for whether the taste is delicious, I have to taste it slowly.