[Comprehensive Hokage] The seventh class of the cottage

"No matter what he wants to do, it's a good thing that he didn't mean to stop or hinder us, well... But what happened in the small villages of various countries in the past two days makes me feel creepy, what do you think? Jiaodu." Fei Duan wiped the sickle in his hand, turned his head to look at his partner who lacked interest, but he just glanced at him lightly and didn't say anything. Fortunately, Fei Duan didn't care, and said to himself: "From that kid You can see that he is not a good person, not even a normal person. Will anyone really go to slaughter the village for some small jokes? There is more than one. Didara and Xie were in the country of frost at that time. The guys engraved on it began to slaughter ordinary people without saying a word, but the ninjas ignored it. Didara was really popular at that time." Fei Duan laughed twice: "Although that kid is a traitor, he is still a child. If it wasn't for the scorpion to drag him back, maybe I would have fought desperately with him." Fei Duan shook his head, but he couldn't say the sentence [The left and right are just ordinary people, if you kill them, you will kill them]

There was a lump in his heart, he fell silent, how did he refute when they laughed at Didara?

correct.

[What happened to ordinary people?They didn't mess with anyone, they just lived.Is it because we have the power to act recklessly?I don't have the level of inferiority, hmm! ]

That's right, none of these bastards who are notorious in the ninja world are willing to take action against ordinary people. Most of the reason is because of disdain.

We have power, but we don't need to show ourselves to ordinary people.

"The land of waves...the border of the land of fields, the land of water, and even the land of fire in his own hometown...but luckily he stopped, maybe because his conscience found out..." Fei Duan muttered softly He said, and finally said as if he was sighing: "Master Cthulhu."

"Let's go quickly, all Xiao Xiao members are assembled today, if you are late, you will be beaten by that guy Xie again, he hates waiting for others the most."

*The Land of Waves

"If it wasn't for Mr. Bai He Zai Bu Zhan, how many people would we have left? Really, thank you so much."

The old man in Burnley bent down, looked at the devastated village, and thanked the two people in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you? This is our task." He said in a rough voice, and sat on the ground for Bai to bandage.

"The old man..." After looking at Dazna kneeling in front of a standing stone for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"...Dazna's grandsons and daughters are all...hey..." Burnley walked away slowly, staggering forward in the ruins with his rickety body, not far away an old man who was several years old was kneeling and sitting in a dilapidated building. On the rotten land, the dull-looking stones with paint marks on them serve as tombstones.

She didn't move, didn't cry, just stared at it blankly.

The incomplete sunset slowly set, covering everything he saw with blood.

The people who survived because of his and Bai's protection either stood in the ruins and looked up at the sunset, or sat on the blood-stained ground holding the bones of their relatives and talking blankly.

That kind of silent desolation made Bai couldn't help but lower his head and dare not look any more.

It's very warm here. Every day he and Mr. Zabuzhan are surrounded by warm water, flowers and sunshine seem to be held in front of them by kind people here for free. He likes this place, so he protects it.

but……

"...Bai, don't think about it." A pair of big rough hands rested gently on his head, and Mr. Zabuzhan's familiar rough voice was next to his ears.

"Don't kill Mr. again..."

"We're used to losing, aren't we? Look up, Bai. What we should do now is not to be sad or sad."

Bai's heart trembled, ah, what a strong person, that steel-like heart, and the scorching temperature of his palms.

Cry, or make yourself sad, please don't be so strong, being strong is a very painful thing.

Don't behead Mr.

In the past few years in the small village of Nami Country, he watched Mr. Zabuzhan's blue eyes become more and more gentle, and the breath around him became softer and softer. From the beginning, he looked at everyone coldly as if he was looking at a dead person, and gradually he became able to talk to the uncle. We sat at the door of the house drinking and chatting, even if such a thing happened, this man would not let himself go, nor would he be a little weaker.

"Rebuild this place, that's the only thing we have to do."

"Yes, don't behead Mr. again."

"And... Bai."

"Yes?"

"Go and find out which organization those bastards with [卍] on their necks belong to—!"

The sound of gnashing of teeth made Bai slightly raise his head, and saw the cold burning blue anger in the deepest part of Zai Buchou's eyes.

"Yes!"

No matter what terrible things they have experienced, the people here gradually cheer up and rebuild their homes.Their unyielding spirit and tenacious soul made everyone look sideways, and suddenly, Zabu Zhan suddenly felt that these vulnerable ordinary people were worthy of the word [powerful].

The weak ones are alive, but the strong ninjas are dead.

Zabuzhan thought of his [companions], sneered and said to the people around him: "Bai, I was also dead before."

Under his puzzled eyes, Zai Buzhan followed the villagers to carry the stones and easily moved out of an open space.

Even if I don't kill people, my power is still useful.

"Water escape. Great waterfall art!" The burning house was extinguished by the water, emitting green smoke.

Even if there is no task, my power can still be used.

He removed the fallen tree, lifted the dead child out, wiped his face, and buried him in the ground, his hands covered with dust.

Even if my body is covered in dust and my hands are muddy, my strength is needed.

"Mr. Don't kill me again, drink water."

He took the bamboo tube in Bai's hand, and suddenly said: "What is our strength? Bai."

"Huh?" Bai asked in surprise, looking at Zabuzhan, "Our strength...?"

"what."

"I don't know, but if you obey your heart, those things won't matter."

"Well...you are right."

The green seeds germinated, and it worked hard to push away the small stones above its head, and straightened its body in the dusty air.

"Maybe ninjas will gradually disappear, but they will always exist." Bai looked at the unknown bud and asked, "Mr. Zabucho, look, what kind of plant do you think it is?"

"spread--"

"It would be nice if it was a flower."

"Or will it be a tree?"

"That's not bad, don't kill Mister again."

Sooner or later, it will be built on this land.

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