Remnant bones

"The duck that reached its mouth has grown its wings and flew" - it refers to my mood at the moment.

Forcibly resisting the urge to "whip the corpse", I rubbed my painful forehead and approached the "murder scene" not far away, full of anger.

However, the small tree with the thick mouth of a bowl obviously couldn't support the violent impact of a human-shaped heavy object, and was broken by the middle.The broken vermilion petals are scattered all over this spotless snow-colored carpet. The strong contrast between red and white is full of a broken and messy beauty.

However, when my gaze shifted to the "culprit" in the middle, a trace of surprise flashed involuntarily in the depths of my white eyes.

The broken hair rope slid down from my shoulders, and the first thing I saw was the shoulder-length black long hair.From the point of view of body shape and frame, the other party's age will not be a few years older than Junma Lu, and is similar to me.The clothes on his body are also different from those of ordinary ninjas.

The torn white vest, the protective gear of the same color, plus the red-striped mask covering the entire face... This outfit, if I guessed correctly.Squinting my eyes, I took out a handful of black extended kunai from my waist, and with the sharp point, I broke the red string that tied the mask, revealing the covered forehead underneath.

The swirling pattern—as expected, it was the dark part of Konoha.

However, at this age... I frowned, and without the previous annoyance, I regained my usual calmness and composure.Just at this age, he became a member of Anbe, and Konoha is indeed "the cradle of genius"...

Because of Orochimaru, I checked a lot of information about Konoha before I set off.And in Dashewan's office, there are many secrets that outsiders cannot know, even locals may not know.Among them, the Anbu is the key point that has been carefully investigated. Even so, there is only a very small part of the information recorded on it, but just this part alone has given me a lot of key understanding of it. .

Judging from Orochimaru's annotations, Konoha's selection test for Anbu is even worse than the "death trial" at the base.The mortality rate is as high as 98%, and the average passing age is 25 years old.Since records have been kept, apart from those dictated by Orochimaru, the former first-generation radicals—his father, Yajijian Jiuyin.Only the two father and son of the Hatake family, Sakumo and Kakashi, joined Anbu at the age of twelve and fifteen respectively.

He looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old... Another "miracle" of Konoha?

But I didn't expect that I would die here... I couldn't restrain my interest in him, because Konoha's information on Anbe was directly controlled by Hokage himself, and Orochimaru, who had been away from Konoha for many years, did not have the latest member information.I can't help but have a rare curiosity about his identity.

Leaning forward slightly, I use the side handle of Kunai to gently lift his chin, and then I can see clearly the drooping face.

The young man has a rather handsome face, with slightly tougher edges and corners than ordinary people of the same age, making him look a lot more mature than his actual age, but it can't mislead me to judge his real age from the degree of his physical development .

Wearing a mask for a long time and working in the dark made him have a pale complexion like snow. At this moment, he was glowing with a bluish white from excessive blood loss. Coupled with the remaining blood on the corners of his lips, he revealed a morbid coldness.And those tightly closed eyes really made people unable to help but imagine the thoroughness and profundity hidden after that.

However, from the tense facial muscles and raised brows even though he had already lost consciousness at this time, it can be seen that he is not a person who loves to laugh, and he doesn't even have any excessive expressions.It's just that at such a young age, this face faintly reveals the vicissitudes and exhaustion that many adults have never experienced, as well as an unspeakable relief...

Is it "suicide"... The corner of his eyes glanced at the scroll in his hand, obviously, that was the goal of his mission.

One of Anbu's rules: no dead body left behind. ——He did it thoroughly enough.

If I fell to such a place in normal times, no one would notice even if I was frozen into an ice sculpture... Sensing the slight vibration from my hand, I raised my eyebrows and slightly raised the corners of my lips: "Forget it!" You're in luck."

I'm not interested in "dead people"...

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With some knowledge of geography, I found a fairly deep cave without any problems.Although the walls near the outside are thick with ice, the inside of the cave is still quite warm, at least higher than the temperature outside.More importantly, there is no damp and cold permafrost, but a dry soil wall without ice.

However, even so, this kind of ground is not suitable for people to lie directly on it overnight, not to mention the outside climate, there is no dry withered grass or leaves that can be used to isolate the earth's atmosphere.The only green plant that can be called a "tree" has been used as a cushioning "meat pad", officially "returning to bed".

For this reason, I couldn't help frowning.Because I didn't plan to stay here, I only prepared this one piece of clothing to keep out the cold.Others, it seems that only Akatsuki's cloak is left... I put it in the scroll because it was too eye-catching and I didn't want to be reported by Orochimaru's spies.

He felt that the body temperature of the person in his arms was already extremely low, and it was still going down.Instinct as a doctor prevailed—the wounded are the ones who hurt the most.I decisively unfolded the cloak, spread it in the cleanest corner, and padded it with a silk outer shirt. Only then did I put down the black-haired boy who had already passed away in the eyes of outsiders, and let him lie flat on it.

Anyway, just don't let Zero know.Without the consciousness of being a member of Akatsuki, I lowered my head and unwrapped the seal on the scroll, and began to search for the things I wanted to use.

Fortunately, following the consistent principle of "be prepared for any danger", at least I found the bamboo charcoal I had prepared beforehand.It was originally used to treat the stains on the kimono, but it is charcoal after all, and it can also be used to light a fire.I can't let me cut down the snow tea tree outside that has been ravaged for a long time. Even if it can't be saved, it is still an extremely precious medicinal herb. I guess I can't do it.

"Crack!" With a snap of his fingers, the faint blue sparks ignited from his fingertips easily ignited the small pile of bamboo charcoal.The rising flame was not far or near where the boy was lying.The orange fire light reflected on his pale face, adding a touch of blood, or, still alive.

Separate a strand of hair and comb the long white hair into a ponytail behind the head.I rolled up my sleeves, washed my hands with the clean water I carried with me, and turned my gaze from the fire to the boy.Now that the fire is rising, it's time to deal with the "righteous master"...

Anbu's vest is made of a special material, it doesn't look thick and soft, but it is quite defensive against ordinary kunai shurikens.I had no choice but to draw a bone knife from my palm, more precisely, a dagger.I dismembered the boy's clothes three times, five times and two times, and it was only for the first time that I saw his injuries clearly.

Almost instantly, I raised my brows, pursed my thin lips, and my white eyes gleamed with a dark mercury-like luster.

There was a penetrating wound on the right shoulder, and the dark red necrotic flesh was turned outwards. Because the blood was dry, when the black tights inside was torn off before, even a large piece of flesh was torn off.It seems that this injury is not a one-day or two-day thing. There are some traces of using paralytic hemostatic powder on it. As for the bandage... If the piece can hardly see the original color, tightly strangle the shoulder to prevent blood The corner of the dripping cloak, if it can be counted.

In addition, there are three more serious wounds.It was a scratch caused by a kunai shuriken or something, and the bone was deeply visible, and it was distributed on the left thigh, back and left abdomen.Compared with the injury on the right shoulder, it was a little newer, and it was not bandaged, or even sprinkled with hemostatic powder, but because of the low temperature outside, the capillaries at the edge of the muscle naturally contracted to stop the bleeding.

What was left was countless large and small scratches and scratches, mixed with semi-coagulated blood beads, presumably scratched by the ice in the airflow layer when it fell.

However, in my eyes, these injuries can be put aside for the time being. What really frowns are those invisible internal injuries...

Fingers gently pressed on the boy's scarred body.Even though he was still a child, his muscles were quite tight.Excluding the current injuries, if you look carefully, you can find that there are still many shallow scars left by old injuries on his body. It is estimated that he is also a "practice madman" on weekdays... To check out his internal injuries skillfully and accurately, The result turned out to be worse than expected.

Three ribs were broken, the left lung lobe was damaged, and the internal organs were severely concussed, showing signs of displacement.Not only that, but also a slight concussion and a broken left arm... To be honest, if he was sent to the hospital with his injuries, even if he was still breathing, he would be "sentenced to death" by the doctor directly.

What's more, apart from his imperceptible weak pulse, he has even stopped breathing.

If it weren't for me, I have encountered a few cases of patients who would enter a state of suspended animation due to their strong sense of survival when they were seriously injured.As long as it lasts half a day at night, he will confess to be here... Recalling the "glorious sacrifice" polar snow tea, the corners of my eyes twitched, and I rolled my eyes subconsciously.

If there are no branches and snow as a buffer, at this height, only Orochimaru's "Dirty Reincarnation" can make him a "living dead" if he falls into minced meat!

"So, you are very lucky..." I stroked his frowning brows, and I was inexplicably moved.

A strong sense of survival... Since I haven't given up completely, this life is temporarily placed here with you.