Konoha Knight King

There are about 30 hours left until the final battle.

In a research institute in Konoha Village, Beiluhu, wearing a mask, helped the man on the operating table to remove the stitches on his arm. After a simple inspection and finding no problem, he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"How do you feel? Do you feel any discomfort?" Bei Liuhu asked the man on the operating table while packing up his tools.

"No." The man shook his head, sat up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Bei Liuhu.

The man's shoulders were tightly clamped by Bei Liuhu, and he couldn't move. The man looked at Bei Liuhu silently, as if asking him what the hell he was doing.

"Don't leave in a hurry. I made this arm of yours using the cells of the First Hokage. It has just been fused, and I can't guarantee what the subsequent reactions will be. Besides, your wounds haven't healed completely, so I advise you to stay here for a few more days." As he spoke, Beiluhu picked up a few words and walked aside, showing no respect to the Fourth Hokage.

The man lowered his head in silence, his long bangs covering his complicated eyes.

He is the Hokage, the hope of everyone in the village. Now, when everyone needs him to stand up the most, he can only hide here to heal his wounds.

"Don't let your imagination run wild, Sasuke." As if he knew what he was thinking, Obito spoke at the right moment.

When Sasuke looked over, he was busy with something with his back to him.

"I don't know what you're thinking, I just feel like you're just having some crazy thoughts."

Hiruhu clapped his hands, turned around and walked towards Sasuke

"Don't put all the pressure on yourself. Occasionally, you should believe in the power of everyone."

He smiled at Sasuke, as if he was smiling at Sasuke, but also as if he was responding to someone.

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Although Konoha Village is still the most powerful force in the entire ninja world, it is still far behind its peak period.

At present, the entire village has less than a hundred jonins and only four chunins. At this critical moment, half of the village's jonins and a hundred chunins are placed around the village wall.

The village was guarded by the remaining half of the jonin and several hundred chunins to prevent these "new humans" from launching surprise attacks.

"Teacher, I...we...we're going to be fine, right?"

On the wall, a Chunin looked down and shuddered, trembling and unable to speak a complete word.

"It's okay, don't worry, this time even Izuna and Sandaime are back." The jonin comforted his student, but there was deep worry in his eyes.

"But... the history books say that the Third Hokage died because of these things..." The Chunin lowered his head in frustration. He was only fourteen years old and had just become a Chunin. He didn't want to face these things that even the Third Hokage couldn't solve.

"Don't worry, the Third Generation didn't die because of these things. The things that the Third Generation faced back then were much more terrible than these." The Jonin touched the Chunin's head, as if he remembered something, and a trace of fear flashed in his resolute eyes.

Back then, he was just a Genin, but he witnessed that world-destroying war with his own eyes. Even after so many years, even though he has become a senior Jonin, he can't help but tremble with fear whenever he thinks of it.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! All teams, prepare for battle!"

Just as the jonin came to his senses, he saw countless "new humans" climbing up the wall.

Before he could react, a sharp claw pierced the Chunin's heart right in front of him.

The jonin widened his eyes in shock and anger.

"Kenta!"

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I've been a bit stuck these days.

Double updates will resume tomorrow