dark color

"Ah! Why is it you!"

Jilai also pointed at the child with black hair and golden pupils and shouted loudly.

"Why, seeing that it's me, do you have any opinion?"

Orochimaru who came slowly gave him a cold look.The girl next to her had a blue vein on her forehead, but she still smiled reluctantly, "Don't be like this, Jiraiya, Orochimaru, we will be teammates from now on, we need to get along well."

"Is it a teammate? It will take a while to know."

Orochimaru didn't even look at her, and said indifferently.

"...Ahaha, you are right."

A second blue vein popped up on Tsunade's forehead, and he murmured softly, "Both of them are like this, damn it..."

"Bastard! Don't look down on me!"

Orochimaru simply turned his head away, ignoring that idiot jumping up and down.Speaking of which, since that day when he terribly threatened the gang of brats with practical actions, no one dared to trouble him again.Occasionally, when they meet, they seem to see some extreme horror... It seems that they will not pass the graduation exam because of this, right?

Hmph, that's fine too.Such a useless guy, even if he goes to the battlefield, is just used as cannon fodder.However, only one person is an exception.This white-haired kid, no matter whether he is bold or rough, was not affected in the slightest. He barely passed the graduation exam the next day, which directly led to the current situation.

He actually wants to go to the battlefield with an idiot, what is this called, the immutability of fate?

Orochimaru snorted coldly, with a cold light in his golden eyes, "Hey, the guy with white hair,"

"what?"

Ji Lai also responded impatiently, his eyes still wandering around.

Orochimaru was not annoyed, he just raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said softly, "Do you know what a real battlefield is?"

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Orochimaru was obsessed with Kunai, his eyes were cold, and he stood in front of the two teammates.

Tsunade trembled slightly, but still took a fighting stance.Only Jiraiya looked the most miserable. His face and body were covered with blood, and his clothes were cut in several places. Although he didn't suffer any serious injuries, his eyes were extremely confused, and he was obviously in the process of collapsing the edge of.

Orochimaru glanced at him, showing a cold and disdainful smile.

The follow-up to the graduation exam is indeed grabbing the bell.Familiar with the plot, he just used some tricks to pass it effortlessly, but the next task was not such a low-level task as picking up trash and looking for kittens.

It was the first Ninja World War, and the average graduation age of ninja was only about 8 years old, and they had to leave school when they were six years old.In such a situation where combat power is scarce, even children who have just graduated are used as cannon fodder, and those who can survive have the opportunity to gradually become stronger.

Even if they are direct disciples of three generations, it is impossible to escape the baptism of war.

Let the blood stain your palms red, this is the destiny of being a ninja.And at this time, any intolerance or kindness can be a fatal mistake.

Jiraiya, a naive guy, does he think that all "justice" does not need to be paved with blood?

Orochimaru jumped into the arms of a Chunin, and then inserted Kunai straight into the person's eye socket, deep into the brain.Blood spattered on his slightly pale face, adding to the horror.

He wiped it off with his hands indifferently, got up and looked around the battlefield.

Perhaps for those who are on the battlefield for the first time, this scene is indeed too cruel.

Countless corpses were buried together, and the flames soaring into the sky even dyed the sky a faint red.In everyone's eyes, only the killing instinct and the desire for survival are left. They are hysterical, crazy and cruel, and everything that stands in their way must be cleared away, even if it includes children who are no more than six years old.

This is war, not fairy tales about beating down evil.

For him, such a scene is all too familiar - struggling to survive, and then becoming stronger in blood and fire.

The war came to an end, the two sides retreated, and Konoha's people began to straighten themselves and bandage their wounds.

Orochimaru walked back holding the bloody Kunai, and saw a certain white-haired child curled up in a ball.

"Hey, the white-haired one, is he dead?"

He kicked him casually, and saw Tsunade's eyes that hesitated to speak.

"..."

He sneered and walked away contemptuously, "If you are afraid, go back!"

"I'm not afraid anymore!"

Jiraiya raised his head abruptly, looked at him fiercely with bloodshot eyes, was taken aback after seeing Dashemaru's cold eyes, and his voice sank again.

"Hey... how did you do it?"

After a while, he asked in a low voice, "How did you kill someone so easily?"

"Oh? Then our hero is not afraid of getting hurt, but afraid of killing?"

The dark-haired child spoke in a mocking tone, only to see the normally unmotivated child fall silent.

"Because I know it's war."

Unexpectedly, Orochimaru didn't say any more sarcasm, his eyes were still as cold as a piece of ice, but at this moment he looked into the distance with a little ecstasy, as if looking into endless time.

The guy in front of him somehow reminded him of his long-term memory. He seemed to see the young man who had to raise the fierce blade in order to survive. Every time, every time, he couldn't help crying and vomiting beside the corpse... Then , when he no longer moved his heartstrings because of this, his eyes became calm and indifferent like a pool of stagnant water.

The reason why he can so easily obliterate other people's lives is naturally because his soul has long been soaked in blood and has become unbearably filthy.

"Jiraiya, I asked you. Do you know what a real battlefield is?"

He turned his head, and his golden snake-like eyes stared straight at him.

Even though they were curled up together, Jiraiya couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

"...The battlefield is the place where you want to defeat the enemy."

"Down? As expected of your answer..."

The black-haired child let out a "chichi" laugh, and the muscles on his face twisted slightly weirdly, "And my answer is that the battlefield is the place to kill the enemy."

He said in a slightly pleasant tone, "When Kunai scratched my body, when blood splashed out, I could feel at ease—because my enemies can no longer hurt me."

"And these, do you understand?"

He lowered his head slightly, and lifted Jiraiya's collar, "Do you know the extreme horror of being about to be killed by others? Do you know the unwillingness and despair of gradually weakening limbs and limbs? You know, the kind of Is your own fate also helplessly frustrated and hated?"

"You who don't know anything, you who have been hiding in the village and protected so well..."

Orochimaru looked at him condescendingly, there seemed to be no emotion in the cold eyes, and the indifference was shocking, "Jiraiya, you are just a weak waste. Because the battlefield is not what you imagined , because the shell in your fantasy has been lifted, so you can only hide here and tremble, and accept the protection of your teammates with peace of mind?"

He raised the corners of his lips and said word by word, "It's really pitiful..."

"enough!"

Suddenly, his hand was slapped away with a "snap", and Zilai also fell heavily to the ground.

Orochimaru stopped talking, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the girl beside him.

Tsunade realized what he had done when he came back to his senses, and he couldn't help taking a step back in fear.Although he is a teammate, Da Shewan's expression and actions at this time are full of thick murderous aura that has not subsided, and even the extremely black long hair is soaked in blood, which has a bit of ghostly aura.

But even so, she still said, "That's enough, don't talk anymore, come here and let him..."

"Tsunade,"

But at this moment, the white-haired child covered his face as if crying, and his voice was not as vibrant as before.He said in a low voice, "That guy is absolutely right... I can only be held back on the battlefield with this appearance."

"Then, that's because it's your first time on the battlefield..."

"But Tsunade is your first time, right?"

Jiraiya also interrupted the girl's words, "I'm so embarrassed that I have to stay behind and rely on girls to protect me... I used to think that as long as I became a ninja, I could defeat those plotters and protect the village... But the real battlefield is not like this at all!"

On the real battlefield, where does good and evil exist, and where does justice and injustice exist?

Those guys who were killed were just because they received a task that had to be completed, not because of their own ambitions and desires - they died on the battlefield, don't they have relatives and friends they want to protect?Wouldn't his comrades grieve over his death?Maybe he is a bad person who deserves death due to his misbehavior, but maybe he is a gentle and kind person who will smile at the happiness of others-but even in the face of such a person, he should not hesitate to insert Kunai into his heart. His heart—his wife and children would cry in pain, his friends would scream for revenge, and what was wrong with them?

After the veil of hypocrisy is lifted, this is the true face of war.Emotional ninjas are not needed, they should be a knife, a murder weapon, not for justice or other high-sounding things, they just need to kill all the people who can be killed under the naked desire to survive !

"Ninja Experience No. 20 Five Points: A ninja must have a heart that cannot express emotion no matter what the situation, always puts the task first, and cannot shed tears for anything."

Orochimaru looked coldly at the child who seemed to be about to cry in the next second, and slowly recited this rule, "Otherwise..."

Otherwise, you will only kill your teammates!Become the sinner of the village!

Kill innocent people you don't know, or kill teammates you get along with day and night?The black-haired child raised the corners of his lips slightly, and looked at the man with a firm look in his eyes, "Zilaiya, are you enlightened?"

The white-haired child stood up slowly and met his gaze, "Yes, I have awakened."

If you stick to your "kindness" and sit back and watch the death of your teammates, if you hide aside to maintain your "pureness", then such kindness and purity are nothing but disgusting cowardice and hypocrisy.How could he bear to hide in the shell like a tortoise, and then watch his companion walk towards the dark future alone?

It’s not that there is no pain, and it’s not that there is no guilt, it’s just that you have to do it!This is his awareness, the awareness that he will never regret even if his hands are stained red with blood!

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the back of the white-haired child who clenched his fists and walked forward, but it seemed that after many years, that lewd, frivolous, laughing face would not be heartbroken even in the face of the strongest enemy. A mighty ninja to fear.He will bear the name of "Three Ninjas", grow up in battle after battle, and then become a myth that is extolled!