Naruto the Genius Naruto starts by learning Flying Thunder God

The two men beside the man, one lowered his head, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and tried to hold back the sadness in his heart; the other patted his shoulder gently with his hand, trying to give him some comfort, but his eyes were also red and full of sorrow.

At this time, the wind became more violent and the rain became more violent.

The six men carrying the coffin paused slightly, but continued to move forward more firmly. Their figures seemed so small in the wind and rain, but so resolute.

The voice of the crying man became more and more shrill, saying:

"God is unfair! A kind person like you should live a hundred years and enjoy the joy of the world, why did you leave so quickly!"

The man's wail echoed throughout the village, breaking people's hearts.

The surrounding trees swayed in the wind and rain, as if they were also mourning for the deceased.

The team continued to move slowly in the rain, towards the cemetery that entrusted the reincarnation of life and death, with deep attachment and endless grief.

Then everyone carried the coffin to a piece of land.

The land was soaked by rain and was muddy, exuding a damp smell.

Everyone put down the coffin and stood aside.

The crying man's legs softened, and he knelt in the mud, pounding the ground with his hands, crying sadly:

"Is this your destination? How can this cold land be worthy of your warm soul!"

Others watched silently, with sadness and helplessness on their faces.

The rain was still falling, hitting them, as if the sky was crying for the dead.

An older man walked up, helped the kneeling man up, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The dead are gone, let him go in peace."

Everyone started digging the cemetery, and the sound of the shovel inserted into the soil seemed particularly heavy in the rain.

Every time it was like digging in their hearts, painful and difficult.

The rain mixed with sweat flowed down their cheeks, but no one cared.

Their eyes were always fixed on the gradually formed tomb, and their hearts were full of nostalgia and reluctance for the deceased.

Soon after, everyone worked together to dig a big pit in the ground, a big pit that could bury the coffin.

The mud and water in the pit kept gathering, as if it was the sad tears left by the earth for the deceased.

After the big pit was dug, everyone began to put the coffin into the dug big pit.

The coffin slowly fell, as if time had stopped.

The mourning man broke free from the obstruction of others, rushed to the edge of the pit, and tried desperately to grab the edge of the coffin with both hands. His voice was almost hoarse, and he said:

"Wait, let me take another look, just one look!"

However, the mourning man could only watch helplessly as the coffin fell steadily to the bottom of the pit.

At this time, the wind seemed to become gentler, as if it couldn't bear to add more desolation to this sad scene.

After the coffin was slowly placed in the pit, a dull sound was heard, as if the deceased was bidding a final farewell to the world.

The mourning man broke down again. He rushed to the coffin, trying to grasp the last trace of connection, but was held tightly by others.

The faces of the others were full of solemnity and sadness. The rain kept flowing down their cheeks, but no one wiped it.

At this moment, the world seemed to have only this coffin and the heartbroken people around it.

The wind seemed to hold its breath at this moment, and the whole scene was suffocatingly quiet.

A young man standing aside, his lips trembling, muttered to himself, and said:

"From now on, the Yin and Yang are separated, and we can never see each other again."

As the coffin was properly placed, everyone's eyes were filled with the last nostalgia and reluctance.

But life must go on. They know that the deceased must be buried in peace.

So, they suppressed their inner grief, picked up the shovel, and prepared to put an end to this sad scene.

Except for the crying man, everyone else started using shovels to dig soil to bury the coffin.

The soil fell one shovel after another, making a dull sound, and each shovel seemed to hit people's hearts hard.

The crying man had collapsed on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he kept muttering, saying:

"How could this happen, how could this happen..."

The people digging the soil moved mechanically and heavily, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears on their faces.

The friction between the shovel and the soil was particularly harsh in this silent atmosphere.

The crying man watched all this silently, and his eyes revealed deep helplessness and sadness.

The crying man clenched his fists, as if trying to suppress the pain in his heart.

As the soil gradually accumulated, the coffin was covered little by little.

The air around seemed to become more solemn, making people breathless..

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a dull thunder.

But the crowd did not stop for a moment, and continued to fill the soil, as if to bury all the pain and reluctance in this deep tomb.

Then, the crying man looked at the coffin being buried and said:

"You are so good. I still remember that you told me that you had a treasure, a box. I remember you told me that it was your father's relic."

The crying man's voice trembled slightly, full of endless nostalgia.

The rain was still falling, hitting the face of the crying man, mixed with the tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

"You said that the box contained your father's expectations and love for you, and you have been carefully keeping it. But now, you are gone first."

The crying man took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions.

The people filling the soil nearby paused for a moment, then continued working harder, as if they wanted to complete this sad ceremony as soon as possible and let the deceased rest in peace.

The mourning man slowly squatted down, gently stroked the half-buried coffin with his hand, and said:

"Brother, have a good journey. I hope you can reunite with your father in another world and continue to protect the precious box."

The wind blew, blowing up the corners of the mourning man's clothes and ruffling his hair.

The mourning man stood up, looked at the gradually buried coffin with a firm gaze, and said:

"We will remember you forever."

Then the style suddenly changed, and the mourning man continued:

"Remember when we punched and kicked you, you were so kind, so kind that you didn't even want to give us a chance to fight back."

The mourning man's voice was full of regret and self-blame, and it seemed particularly sad in the rain.

"We were such assholes back then, and yet you chose to be tolerant and forgive us."