The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

Hirata held the bell and dry food in his arms and found an opportunity to get out of the tunnel.

He had to take another route, so he waved goodbye to Lord Ji Jun who had been waiting on the road for a long time at the secret door.

"Be careful when you go out. Talk less and run away if you find something wrong. Don't greet people like this, not even acquaintances."

Shikasuke reprimanded him, wishing that Hirata would turn into an experienced ninja in an instant.

Hirata rolled his eyes and shouted back angrily. "What are you pulling on? You're just a rookie, too."

"Pingtian. What would Tianshu say if he saw you like this?"

"Hey! Lord Jijun, please don't tell the teacher!"

He continued to play tricks for a while, but finally recognized the responsibility on his shoulders. At his age, some people have become fathers. He cannot stay by Ji Jun's side and live under her wings all his life.

"Hey, I'm leaving." Hirata walked slowly.

"Well, feel free to go." Lusuke waved his hand to chase them away.

"We must protect Mr. Ji." Hirata earnestly urged.

"Absolutely!" Lu Jie's face fell.

Hirata wanted to say something else, but Shikasuke kicked him in the butt and flew to the end of the path. Taking this opportunity, he quickly turned around and left in his bullock cart.

This kick was very level, knocking people away, but not very painful. Hirata held the tree trunk and rubbed his butt, cursing the hateful Shikasuke and sighing in his heart.

Sure enough, Shikasuke not only has a good brain, but also has better skills than him. Ji Jun took him on a trip this time, hoping that he would be more energetic and not be lazy and let others take advantage of him.

Lu Jie touched his chest with lingering fear and spoke ill of Hirata loudly. "This boy is so coy. If it were...a little girl, she wouldn't necessarily be more procrastinating than him."

"You mean the little girl is going to procrastinate?"

Second Austrian! Wrong thing to say!

Shikasuke held the reins with one hand and lightly slapped his mouth with the other. "Ouch! Look at my mouth! Wrong bird, wrong bird."

Izayoi turned away his eyes, put one hand on the shaft of the car, and looked out. Outside the car, the spring scenery was bright and the kingfishers were singing. The overflowing breath of spring rushed towards her face without any obstruction, and even the green branches couldn't help but hang down towards her.

"If you have the idea of ​​selling me, then I advise you to give up." The masked ninja, who was tied into a rice dumpling, was squeezed into a corner by a pile of gambling house goods that were ready to be sold.

In one day, Shikasuke used his sharp tongue to sell the defective products produced in the village at the price of rare and unique products. Not only did it get its money back, it also greatly exceeded expectations.

He divided the money he earned into three parts, one part was given to Butterfly to help her take care of things, and he asked if there were any other shops to transfer; one part was kept and sent back to the village; the last part was bought by a trader for two abandoned wheelbarrows. , merged and reinforced, it is another bullock cart. It's just that this time the carriage has no roof and only the most basic frame.

As for whether the temporary modification will last long...when the black market sells this guy, can't we just replace it with a brand new ox cart?

Knowing how to be flexible is the greatest advantage of Nara ninjas.

The war has lasted for many years, and the families that have disappeared in time are not just the stubborn ones. Only a small part of the people were killed by the war. Most of them were because all the strong men in the clan died and left nothing to be done. The elderly were abandoned, the children were sold, and the women were taken away as trophies.

In order to prevent the family from falling into such a tragic situation, Nara lived on the west side of the Land of Fire and made good friends with the surrounding ninja clan. He only accepted local tasks and did not show off his talents. He has grown up to this point - he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

The dispute between Senju and Uchiha became more and more intense every year, and the forces behind them were shuffled and replaced. The noble leaders in the west of the Fire Country all changed their clans because of this. The situation that the three Zhu, Lu, and Die families had been operating for many years was shattered in an instant.

If it weren't for the foresight of the women in the family who saved a large amount of supplies, they wouldn't even be able to survive the two clans replacing their new clan leaders.

Finally, the things in the village were almost exhausted, and the nobles in the west changed again. The Nara clan really couldn't survive, so they sent people to the east to find out what was going on.

As a result, Nara Shikasuke became the lucky one who got lucky by drawing lots.

Holding the signature, he raised his middle finger to the sky, picked up the package carefully prepared by his old mother, and slipped out of the forest of the ancient capital where he had lived for eighteen years without looking back.

As soon as I came to a foreign country, I just felt that the world was vast and there was nothing I couldn't live on. You can find any place!

Then reality quickly slapped him in the face.

He was hungry but no one was willing to exchange food with him; the villages he passed by were as wary of thieves as they were of thieves; out-of-town ninjas could not find a place to take on missions; the black market not only treated him as a wandering ninja and squeezed money, but also arranged for people to intercept him on the way!

Fortunately, Hinata Tianshu was out on business, and the two of them worked together to finally solve the problem.

Lu Jie told Ji Jun his story in a long and drawn-out way, with tears and blood, in order to give her a preliminary understanding of where she was going.

He exaggerated the difficulties he encountered and emphasized his identity as a ninja. He hoped that Ji Jun could understand the difficulties of the ninja world, but he did not want her to have poor sense of ninjas.

What a contradiction!

After all, there is only one noble who doesn't look at him like a monster. Along the way, he is like this.

Keep this road, maybe Nara can't survive in the west in the future, and finally can entrust all the old, weak, women and children in the family to her.

So there is no need for Hirata to tell him, he must take good care of others. Especially you can't be fooled by a guy who talks a lot.

After Lusuke finished telling about his great ninja adventure, he smiled and said to Izayoi: "So, you must not be deceived by him. Who dare not take action in the black market? Even with Uchiha's eyes and Senju's The internal organs are all posted on the sign for sale. What’s so scary about a guy who doesn’t even dare to show his face.”

Everything he said was true. There were many people who coveted the heirs of the two major families, but he only hid the truth. Those who dare not show their faces may not only be incompetent and timid, but they may actually be big shots.

So he didn't take off the other person's mask. Sometimes, not knowing is a good excuse.

Izayoi didn't even notice what he hinted at, nor did she think of hiding what he didn't say. She only noticed one thing: "Does Uchiha know that one of his own has been killed?"

This time, before Shikasuke could open his mouth, the masked ninja took away the conversation.

"Hmph! Which ninja doesn't envy the blood successor of the Sharingan? As long as he has those eyes, his ability is one level higher than others for nothing. A rookie becomes a novice, a novice becomes a senior, and a senior jumps up, and you can't afford to offend him! If only I could have eyes like that..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was conveyed very clearly.

Izayoi closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said softly: "Have you ever thought that the more powerful the blood successor, the more serious the consequences will be?"

The masked ninja threw his head back and laughed. "You are indeed an unworldly princess. You don't even have this basic psychological preparation, and you just meddle in the affairs of ninjas. If you are worried about being backlashed by the blood successor, then why are you a ninja?!"

This idea of ​​drinking now and getting drunk the next surprised Shikasuke.

Second O! Are all the ninjas in the east so open-minded? Don’t they have any family relatives to take care of? This is too chic.

"I see."

Izayoi held the prayer beads and slowly turned them around. The pagoda held the beads and drew them across his palms, brushing away the invisible dust.

"Then we sell you, I'm sure you will understand. Shikasuke, shut his mouth."

"You can't do this! Do you know who I am!"

In his disbelieving eyes, Shikasuke knocked him out with a happy palm. He embarrassedly grabbed the braid on his head and explained: "You need to use a rope to gag, but the rope is still useful. It would be more convenient to just knock him out."

"Well done." Izayoi nodded in agreement.

She leaned on the car shaft and looked out, and asked thoughtfully: "Is there really Sharingan for sale on the black market?"

Shikasuke thought for a while, "This thing is basically priceless. Uchihas have very violent tempers, and they would rather die together than survive."

Who are the people who surrendered to Thousand Hands? Izayoi raised his hand to cover his mouth, thought over and over again, and asked the question that mattered most.

"So, Senju's internal organs do exist."

Shikasuke looked around nervously to make sure no one was eavesdropping around, and then whispered: "Yes, there are, but they are rarely seen in public. Don't ask these questions, this is not something we can control. It’s a good thing. Whenever something of this level appears, it will be bought by someone very quickly. No one knows where it will end up.”

Ah! Does the black market still have a bright side and a dark side? It all sucks!

Izayoi leaned back, closed his eyes and stopped asking any more questions, but the beads in his hand spun faster.

Shikasuke couldn't figure out what Ji Jun was thinking, so he could only look at her worriedly, praying in his heart that Mr. Ji Jun would never overturn the table on the spot.

It’s great to strengthen! But he also seemed to be overdrafted. He slept all night in the izakaya without knowing anyone else before he recovered.

Snapped!

The rope whip was flying, and Shikasuke drove the bullock cart slowly towards the north.

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Hirata stood in the empty concrete forest, struggling to find a way forward among the broken and broken walls.

He held a pink bell tightly in his hand, pressing it on the scroll hidden in his chest. It was a ninjutsu scroll given to him by Ji Jun. When he tore it up, a shield would pop out for protection. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he could find a way to escape.

But now no one is attacking him, and there is no so-called luring people to come to him. Only groups of wild cats, with eyes like yellow lanterns, followed his movements.

Hirata cautiously called out: "Is there anyone there?"

The trembling voice echoed among the high-rise buildings, amplified to make him feel even more guilty.

Hirata's calves began to tremble, his lower abdomen twitched, and he almost drowned.

"Kitten, don't meow so loudly. We don't like startled meows. Your adults have never taught you how to meow politely in other people's homes."

Hirata lowered his head in astonishment. A black cat with sleek fur separated from the group of cats and walked out of the gap in the shadows on catwalks.

Unsatisfied with the feeling of being looked down upon, the black cat jumped up on the disconnected prefabricated board and stared down at the humans who had strayed into the devil's land.

"What are you doing here, meow?"

Hirata was still immersed in the fact that the cat actually spoke. The black cat waited for a while and became impatient. He jumped into the air and turned around suddenly. The thick and long black tail slapped his face, leaving a red mark.

The black cat landed back on the ground lightly, crossed its hind legs, licked its tail, and stared at it from behind its thighs with a pair of fluorescent yellow inverted triangular eyes.

"What are you doing here, meow?! If you don't explain clearly, meow, I will kill you and feed it to meow!"

Hirata shivered and fumbled for a while before taking out the bell.

Huh? What a comfortable Yin chakra!

The black cat jumped down from the prefabricated board, walked around the bell curiously, and couldn't help but fiddle with it with its paws.

Wow! It’s even better than the catnip of Mu Tian Polygonum!

The bell rang softly, and more black energy escaped from it.

Unable to resist the temptation, the black cat meowed and pounced on it, moving its limbs desperately.

There was a jingling sound, and after the black cat had sucked enough, he realized that he was embarrassed by being seen by humans, and he coughed seriously.

"You passed, Meow! Say Meow, what do you want us to do Meow?"

Hirata looked at this scene with dumbfounded eyes, and finally said in surprise: "You guys really attract people!"

That's not it~

The black cat jumped back on the throne with the bell in its mouth, and sat with its forelimbs together, its long black tail swinging back and forth happily.

It said proudly: "We are the ninja cat clan with the most sensitive intelligence, nya. There is no information that we can't get, nya!"