Naruto: I take the system through time

"cough!"

Sweet blood rushed up from the depths of his throat. Kabuto keenly felt the moment when the bone cracked, and a sharp pain like needles erupted from his shoulder blades. Any slight movement made his hands tremble uncontrollably.

"Tsunade is worthy of being one of the three ninjas. With just one punch, I was severely injured. I haven't been so embarrassed in a long time."

Sporadic fragments of the past emerged in Dou's mind. He had been an orphan since childhood and wandered around. That day was a very ordinary day in his gloomy life. As usual, he squatted on the roadside and ate hard cooking cakes.

"You will choke if you only eat cakes. Drink some water."

A gentle voice came from above his head, and a face with a kind smile looked towards him.

"Need not."

In troubled times, there are not so many kind-hearted people, and Kabuto has already practiced this principle through personal experience.

"Poor child, the water is here. You can drink it if you want. If you have any difficulties, you can always come to me at the charity house in the village."

Kabuto held the pancake in his hands warily, keeping a distance from the woman, and did not give her a positive reply.

"It's getting dark, I'll leave a light at the door, so you can find the door of the Keats Courtyard in the dark.

Goodbye, God blessed child. "

Kabuto watched the woman leave, leaned down to pick up the glass fragments on the ground, and quickly ran in the opposite direction.

Along the way, he met many street children of similar age to him. They stayed together to keep warm and robbed together.

"Stop! Hand over the cake in your bag!"

Kabuto couldn't see their faces clearly, so he had to stretch his head, squint his eyes, and raise his chin to take a closer look at their appearance.

They were three boys and two girls. Like Kabuto, they were sallow and skinny from hunger. Their trousers were blown empty by the wind, and they looked malnourished.

If you give them bread, you will starve to death on the roadside. Don't think too much, just turn around and run away.

Egoism is imprinted in human genes. When the material foundation is not guaranteed, human beings will fully expose the nature of the weak and the strong. At this time, talking about good moral character is undoubtedly a castle in the air.

Kabuto's survival rule is to live his own life first, and then extend his extra life.

"Quick! Chase him!

You don’t have to go hungry if you grab the cake! "

As he hurriedly ran away, the already unclear road became even more blurred, and the uneven gravel road turned into a white illusory stream of light. His foot stumbled and he suddenly fell to the ground.

"Run? You're lying on the ground pretending to be dead!"

Several heavy fists hit Kabuto's back, causing him to burst into tears.

"I'm giving you the cake, don't fight it!"

"There's no point begging for mercy now, you deserve it!"

The children around Kabuto ignored his whining and begging for mercy. As if venting their dissatisfaction with reality on him, they waved their bony fists wantonly, landing on Kabuto's thin back one after another.

The bright moon hangs high, the bright stars shine on the earth, and the silvery glow outlines the vast world.

"Pain...hungry..."

Kabuto curled up his thin body and nestled under the collapsed wooden board, holding his knees with his hands and motionless.

From the afternoon to now, the pain on his back has not diminished at all. The quieter the surroundings, the more clearly Kabuto can feel the vaginal pain.

"Gu..."

Kabuto had only eaten half a pancake in the whole day, and now his stomach was cramping and cramping. He had to bite his lips tightly to hold back from making a sound.

"Are you going to find her? Maybe she can give me a drink of water.

It would be nice if they didn't steal my cake, so I don't have to walk at night..."

Looking at the darkness all around him, Kabuto hugged himself tightly with both hands and walked slowly and cautiously towards the village.

After an unknown amount of time, a dim yellow light loomed in the distance, attracting Kabuto to fly towards it as a moth, absorbing the light and heat.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The wooden door opened with a creak. The woman was wrapped in a white headscarf, slightly bent her knees, and looked at Kabuto with curved eyebrows.

"Good evening, welcome."

Kabuto was led into the house by a warm hand. The hand brought out steaming meals, dry and sweet drinking water, and took out needle and thread to mend Kabuto's torn sleeves.

All this was like a dream, too beautiful to be true. Kabuto couldn't believe it. He was lying on the clean bed, not daring to close his eyes. He was afraid that when he woke up, his dream would be shattered and he would be lying in the dark and dirty ruins again.

"Sleep, kid, don't worry, don't be afraid, this will be your home from now on, no one will bully you.

God will bless you and everyone here will love you. "

Kabuto fell asleep to the gentle voice. From then on, he had his own name and his own belonging.

The good times didn't last long. One day, a man with a bandage on his face came to Jiji Yin. Kabuto was forcefully taken away from the dean. From then on, he traveled around the world as a spy. During the mission, he was often beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He struggled to survive by holding on to his body. get away.

As a weak man, he would suffer heart-breaking pain if he was casually struck by a strong man. He had not seen the dean for many years, and Kabuto was framed for accidentally killing the dean with his own hands, and he was tortured in pain all day long.

He turned around and fell into Orochimaru's arms. After becoming stronger, the situation of a strong enemy and a weak one was reversed. However, Tsunade's strong suppression today made Kabuto once again recall his young and powerless self.

"I will not lie on the ground again, and I will not be cowardly and surrender!"

Kabuto removed the smile that always graced his face, and quickly took out several sharp scalpels from his storage bag, spinning them rapidly on his fingertips.