Naruto: My Own Wind

In Jiraiya's room, Princess Tsunade slammed the table hard and said angrily: "Damn it, let this kid run away."

"Tsunade, that guy named Kishimoto Kazama may not be the one." Jiraiya was not very excited, but a little depressed.

"Not him? Why did he leave!" Tsunade didn't pay attention to Jiraiya's emotions, and looked like she guessed it right.

"Where he is and what he is doing is his freedom.

Besides, it's human nature to leave for something." Jiraiya raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky through the window.

"Hmph! When I see him again, I will kiss..." Tsunade broke her fingers and made a crackling sound, "Test it myself to see if he is the one."

Listening to Tsunade's resolute voice and looking at her angry expression, Jiraiya mourned for Kishimoto Kazama for three seconds.

Because Princess Tsunade was angry, the consequences were very serious, and he experienced it personally.

So far, Jiraiya's serious injury that almost cost him his life was caused by Tsunade.

"Okay, let's go back to the house. We'll set off for Konoha Village tomorrow morning." Tsunade said, and left with Shizune.

Looking at Tsunade's back, Jiraiya's mouth corners slightly raised. The motivated Tsunade-sama is indeed the most beautiful.

After Shizune closed the door, Uzumaki Naruto asked curiously: "Lecherous sage, who is the one called Kishimoto Kazama you are talking about? What is the Anbu?"

"Why do you ask so many questions, kid? Go to bed quickly. You have to go back to Konoha Village tomorrow." Jiraiya pushed away Naruto who looked curious.

"I'm not a kid, I..."

"Okay, don't you want to go back to the village early?"

"Yes."

"Then go to bed."

Seeing Uzumaki Naruto get into bed, Jiraiya looked at the moon and fell into deep thought again.

The name Kazama made Jiraiya recall many past events.

Recalling the origin of the title of Konoha Sannin, recalling the feeling of being a teacher for the first time, recalling the mutual support of the four little ones, recalling the sadness of hearing the bad news of the four little ones...

After a while, Jiraiya smiled bitterly. He really thought too much. They were no longer there. Kishimoto Kazama was just a similar name.

Why should he be sentimental? With this time, he might as well collect more materials and strive to complete his masterpiece as soon as possible.

Jiraiya turned his head and watched Uzumaki Naruto sleeping with snot bubbles and kicking off the quilt. He showed a kind smile, got up and covered Naruto with the quilt, then returned to his bed and fell asleep in an instant.

At this time, Kazama was in a village not far from the hot spring street, staying in a farmer's house, lying on the bed counting the stars.

Regarding Jiraiya's appearance in the hot spring street, Kazama thought about it and finally decided that the best strategy was to run away.

In addition to avoiding Jiraiya, there is also a way to find an apprentice for himself.

This is the inspiration that Jiraiya brought to Kazama.

Jiraiya can search the world for the child of prophecy, can he also find an apprentice? This is much more convenient than going back to Deka Port.

Kazama's requirements are not high, regardless of gender, as long as he can extract chakra, but don't be like Rock Lee, who is a lone man.

As for age, it is best to be over ten years old and under Morino Ida.

When Kazama counted 999 stars, he fell asleep.

After a night of silence, Kazama was awakened by the crowing of a rooster the next morning.

Sitting on the bed, Kazama rubbed his eyes, listening to the crowing one after another, he smiled slightly, no wonder it is difficult to sleep in the countryside, animals are so diligent, how can people be lazy.

Coming out of the house, I saw an old couple busy in the yard.

Before Fengjian could greet him, the old man smiled and said to him: "Young man, did you sleep well?"

"Ahaha... Not bad, I slept very comfortably." Fengjian responded with a smile.

"Haha... As long as you sleep well, I'm afraid that the rooster's crowing will disturb you."

"Haha... No way, no way, I'm used to getting up early." Fengjian said this, but he was complaining in his heart. This old man really hit the nail on the head.

I was woken up by the rooster's crowing, but what can I do? Can I kill the rooster and stew it for meat? I guess I can't.

Hearing this, the old man put down his work and said to the old lady: "Go make breakfast."

The old lady nodded, put the half-woven basket on the ground, got up and went back to the kitchen.

Seeing this, the old man took out a pipe from his waist, lit it, and took a puff, "Young man, why did you come to our village?"

"Ah, old man, I am a writer, traveling around to find inspiration." Fengjian lied.

"Writer?"

"Yes, I write books."

"Write books?" The old man held his pipe in his mouth and looked at the samurai sword that Fengjian carried across his body, his eyes full of questions.

Seeing the old man's doubts, Fengjian explained: "The world is not very peaceful, it's for self-defense."

The old man took two puffs of cigarette, "Yes, the world is not peaceful."

There was a touch of sadness in the old man's hoarse voice.

Fengjian blinked and said: "Old man, your village is not populated."

"Well, our village belongs to migrants, so of course there are not many people." The old man exhaled smoke and said lightly.

"Migration?"

"Yes, in order to survive, we can only flee our homeland and come here to resettle our homes." The old man sighed and turned to look at Fengjian, "Young man, where are you from?"

"Tea Country."

"Tea Country?"

"Well, a peninsula country, the people there yearn for peace and love peace." Fengjian looked confident.

Fengjian did not exaggerate in this sentence. The Tea Country is one of the few stable countries in the entire continent.

"Peace? Peace is good." The old man's eyes showed a yearning look.

"Old man, where were you from before?"

"Where were you from? Haha..." The old man knocked his pipe against the stool, the ash fell to the ground, he added tobacco again and took a deep breath, "Tanzhiguo, do you know?"

Fengjian nodded.

"Our family is from Tianzhiguo. Although the three of us were not rich, we were very happy." The old man smiled kindly.

A family of three? If Fengjian remembered correctly, he had not seen the third person in the family since he checked in last night.

"Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. The stupid daimyo of Tianzhiguo launched a war to expand his territory.

The final result is obvious.

Tianzhiguo was defeated, not only did countless soldiers die, but also countless civilians were killed." The old man's expression was a little ferocious, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and finally turned into a long sigh, "My son died in this war."

"Uh... I'm so sorry, old man, I..."

"It's okay, it's been so long." The old man smiled and waved his hand.

Although the old man said this, Fengjian still saw the sadness in the old man's eyes. Just when he was about to say something comforting, the old lady's voice sounded.

"Old man, the meal is ready."

"Breakfast is ready, young man, go eat." The old man extinguished his pipe again and called Fengjian to the kitchen.

After having a relatively warm breakfast with the old couple, Fengjian said goodbye and left.

Of course, when he left, Fengjian left a certain amount of money. He was not used to eating and living for free.

Walking out of the small village, Fengjian recalled the conversation with the old man.

Tianzhiguo? Anyway, I don't know where to go, so why not go there and take a look? It's very close and it won't take much time.

However, Fengjian has some impression of Tianzhiguo, but he just can't remember what's special about Tianzhiguo.

Scratching his head, Fengjian smiled indifferently. Why think so much? I have the means to save my life. Why should I be afraid of a small Tianzhiguo?

Okay, let's go!