[Hokage] Summer Festival

Stepping on a mountain of corpses, feeling the ups and downs of the blood splashing on the face, sliding along the contours of the cheeks and dyeing the clothes red, only then can I really feel the breath of war like the cold wind of severe winter invading the ground through every hole. to every pore of the body.

Be it the soul or the heart, they trembled uncontrollably.

It turned out that the previous few missions were just a slight brush with the war, and the patches of yellow sand and bloody desolation that I saw at the beginning, now I think it is too ethereal to mention.It's not as good as stepping on the corpse of a companion or an enemy, only thinking about rushing forward, and killing the enemy without hesitation amidst the shouts and screams resounding all around the sky makes it more realistic.

When I had these experiences, my hands were already covered with blood on the battlefield of Konoha and Yunyin Village.

This small seaside town located in the southeast of the Land of Thunder is no stranger to him, and he passed by this place when he first went to Yunyin Village to perform a mission.Although it is not as prosperous as one tenth of the big towns, I vaguely remember that the people here live peacefully and peacefully, simply and beautifully.At least it used to be.

Unexpectedly, it would become a battlefield between the two countries.

Not to mention that it was destroyed overnight into a blood-filled Shura field.

The residents fled and died, except for the ninjas Konoha and Yunyin who were still fighting and killing, there was hardly a single one alive.The walls, gates, and roofs of countless houses can't see their original appearance. The large holes emitting black smoke are like hideous bloody mouths, swallowing up the peace and tranquility of the past.

Even the stone statue of the town's proudest sea hero collapsed and crumbled to the ground.

The lives, beliefs, and efforts of this town were lost in the flames of war, slowly dying in the ruins.

Even after the war is over, how many people are willing to rebuild this completely destroyed land.Those residents who fled for refuge will more or less come back to face their appalling homes.As time goes by year after year, will anyone remember that this was once a lively town?

The current sky is so dark that it seems that the light has been exhausted, just like the future of the town, even if you look up, you can't see half of it.

Ten days ago, I took over the task from Sakumo Hatake, participated in this veritable killing of hundreds of hundreds of people, and finally realized that this is the real ninja who will die if he is not careful. war.

It is said to be a task, but in fact there is no need to report the results to the superior.There is only one thing to keep in mind, and there is only one thing to do—all enemies, kill.

Regardless of whether they have met before or not, what kind of grievances and hatreds they have, when swords meet, death is either death or death.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are killing machines one by one.

Isn't that the sad fate of ninjas?

kill.kill.kill.

Sinking in the killing, the goal is to become a magician on the battlefield, turning the living into the dead in an instant.

Regardless of whether his tomorrow's morning sun was also obliterated in the pool of blood, anyway, his eyes have long been blinded by blood, and he can't see anything other than red.

Believers of life have already crawled at the feet of death in this blood-red purgatory.

Watching the enemy ninjas fall in front of them one by one, the warm blood is like splashing high in a fountain, and the beauty blooms in the sight.

I don't know how long it has passed, I don't know how many people have killed, the only consciousness is the kunai in his hand. When he entered the enemy's body, the sound of blood and flesh tearing stimulated his senses, and he couldn't tell from which dark corner of the body There was a trembling pleasure, as if seeing heaven in the killing.

It was a perverted, twisted, high-purity heroin-like pleasure.

Turns out killing is really addictive.

In front of the extreme madness of morality and rationality, they are pitifully insignificant. At this moment, I finally understand why no matter how sound the law is, it is impossible to completely eliminate such a perverted and twisted creature from society.

The psychological defense line of the class is unexpectedly fragile.

Even though the sliver of rationality left in my heart struggled and shouted "Stop, stop quickly", it was instantly overwhelmed by the joy of killing that swept over like a sea wave, and my mind was full of killing the oncoming enemy. A does not stay.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew better than ever that he was enjoying the pleasure of killing.

Thinking of it this way, there was a touch of unspeakable shame that followed, but he still couldn't stop.

So he began to give up on himself, is there no cure, then just fall into the sea of ​​blood like this.

Suddenly, the wrist pulled back with force, the rough road under the feet made the steps messy and unsteady, the pain on the wrist made the rationality gradually return, and after a shock, he was completely awake.

Soberly aware of everything I have done, knowing that I have killed a lot like a lunatic, even the blood on my hands is still fresh and hot.

This feeling is like being immersed in a self-righteous illusion and suddenly awakening, it turns out that I have done such a nasty thing.

After being dragged and sprinted for quite a while, he suddenly loosened his wrist and stopped in his tracks.

When I came back to my senses and looked around, I realized that this place was far away from the battlefield. The steep mountain looked like a deserted place, and I could only feel the breath of the one beside me.

He didn't know why he pulled him away from the battlefield, his heart was messed up because of the killing just now, he leaned his back against the stone wall, couldn't control his body and slipped to the ground, and wearily called out "Senior Shuo Mao".

He was also leaning against the stone wall, but he was standing firmly. A voice came from above his head:

"I called several times just now, but there was no response."

After a short pause, he continued:

"There has been a truce."

"The signal to retreat has already sounded."

It took him a long time to digest his words, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help curling up in a self-deprecating arc.

It turns out that I have lost my sanity and concentration to the point where I can't take care of all the changes around me, and I can't feel anything other than killing.

If Hatake Sakumo hadn't pulled away at that time, would it have turned into a frenzied killing machine if it continued like this?

Just thinking about it makes me feel scared.

After the first kill, I still knew anxiety and fear, how could it become like this now.

Not all for self-protection, but actually enjoying the thrill and pleasure of killing.

How could it have fallen to this point.

This kind of self made me disgusted and fearful, and I was extremely reluctant to admit and face it, and even thought that it would be fine if I died on the battlefield just now, and it would be fine if I disappeared from this world.

All the efforts I have made to live all the time seem to be meaningless at this moment, and I feel sincere shame and disgust for myself with such blood on my hands.

"do you know……"

He spoke slowly, but couldn't continue.

Even if the other party is that very gentle and tolerant man, there is no way to open up the gloomy and ugly self and confide in him.

There are no priests in this world, so all the sins should be silently kept in mind.

——There is a very strange feeling, the previous self was so innocent, and the present self dare not look back at all.

There was a river ten meters away. With his right hand propped on the rock wall, he stood up, walked over the man next to him, and jumped into the river.The water flowed over the top of the head, the stuffy air in the chest was spit out from the mouth, and the gurgling formed blisters and scattered away, and the mood gradually calmed down.

Whether it's evasion or self-deception, I think it's not bad if my head gets wet.

He didn't stop him, and he didn't say anything, probably feeling helpless for the stupid thing he did.

About half an hour later, when I came out of the water, I was so wet that I didn't have an umbrella in a rainstorm, and I didn't need to look in the mirror to know how embarrassed I was.

Hatake Sakumo also seemed to have just come back from somewhere, approached and raised his big hand, and a gray thing several centimeters thick was thrown towards him lightly.Reaching out to catch it, the touch of cotton fabric turned out to be a set of ordinary clothes.

"Although it's summer, it's better to change out of the wet clothes so as not to catch a cold."

As he said, he turned his back and walked to the other side of the stone wall until he couldn't see the figure.

After changing into dry clothes, ask him where this is, and where the other ninjas are.

He built a fire with a twig, and while grilling the fish, he said slowly:

"Is it here? It's a wild mountain about five kilometers away from Camp Konoha."

"The rest are probably in the camp."

Then he smiled and looked up, but there was no smile in his tone:

"The way it was just now, I dare not bring it back to the big army."

He pursed his lips and remained silent, staring down at the two grilled fish that were dying.

He understood.

Those who are immersed in killing are like awakening the devil in their hearts, and they will hurt those around them if they are not careful.

I'm afraid that I don't even have the rationality to distinguish between companions and enemies.

Killing is really a devil that can erode hearts.

At that moment, I really wanted to ask him, whether those ninjas who had been killed thousands of times, had their eyes covered by bright red blood, struggled and wandered at wrong intersections.

But what was really asked was this:

"Senior Shuo Mao."

"Where did you get the clothes?"

He wouldn't have the eccentricity of carrying ordinary girls' clothes with him.

He seemed a little embarrassed and smiled and said:

"Some of the villagers in the village over there were probably in a hurry to flee and didn't have time to clean up. There were a lot of utensils and clothes left in the empty house."

"Just borrow a set."

"borrow?"

The owner of the house didn't know where he fled and who he "borrowed" from.

"A note and money were left on the table."

He said solemnly, his eyes were very straight.

However, in such a chaotic world, with their homes destroyed by the flames of war, the fleeing homeowner probably won't come back.Leaving notes and money and so on, no matter how you look at it, it feels superfluous.

And...he wouldn't put his name on the note in a dignified way...

Thinking uncertainly, he smiled and said:

"Senior Shuo Mao is really honest."

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