[Comprehensive] Hokage: Watching the Moon Climb Up

"Hey, Xia Yuejiang! Get out of here—" Who is calling me?

"Ah!!" Who was screaming again?

I can't think, only my body is moving under the guidance of the knife...

By the time I regained my ability to think, the battle in front of me was over.

I looked at the scattered corpses lying on the ground and the glaring bright red, which was a bit unacceptable.The smell of blood in the air made me suddenly sick.

I threw myself at the big tree next to me, "Ugh..."

As if to vomit out all the anxiety and guilt, I fell down beside the tree and gasped for breath after a long time.

Is this...all my doing...?

Completely different from the previous battle practice, I really took the lives of these people this time.I watched with my own eyes that they died gradually due to blood loss, or were directly stabbed to death. Some of them stared wide-eyed, as if they were filled with the unwillingness of the past and the resentment towards me.

I have long been prepared to kill people one day, because in this world, as a ninja, if you don't kill people, you will be killed. I already knew this.

But why?Why can't I accept what it feels like to take someone's life away?

I can also tell myself that these people are so wicked that more people will suffer if they are not killed.

But I can't justify myself in this self-deceiving way.

Is it just because of the pacifist education in the previous life for more than 20 years?

No, it's because I'm still a "human"...

It is impossible to watch life passing away in front of your eyes calmly, and it is impossible to look indifferent to the blood in your hands.

It's just that people are always selfish, and they can swing the butcher knife at others for their own desires without hesitation, just like me now, killing them for the mission.

Humans are not beasts that can kill each other because they compete for territory, but they will turn into beasts because of what they want. This may be the reason why "humans" can never transcend into "gods".

Where there are people, there will be fights. This is the nature of human beings.Ninjas have power beyond "human", but not beyond "human", so ninjas are not immune, and even those who have power fight more cruelly and bloodily.

As a ninja, with my power in my hands, how long can I maintain my true heart?

I was afraid, afraid that one day I would become a callous murderer, lost in blood and violence, and that I would no longer be me.

I lowered my head to look at the "Cun Yu" I was holding in my hand, and a clear stream oozed out of the knife to wash away all the stained blood.

The knife in my hand was stained with blood for the first time, but it was not polluted by blood. After the baptism of blood, it became more eye-catching.

"Xia Yuechan, are you crying?" Girl Hinata stood next to me and asked worriedly.

"Huh?" I raised my hand to touch my face, "Really."

Is this feeling confused about your position?Or are you mourning the loss of your life?Anyway, the one who can cry is the familiar me.

I suddenly remembered a sentence I saw before: Only those who feel sorry for the suffering of others can truly understand the heart of protection.

I seem to understand a little bit.

As a human being, there is always something to give up.Everyone has a balance in their hearts, and my balance will probably be biased towards my relatives.Peace, righteousness, these things are not more important than family affection in my balance, so it seems that I really have the potential to become black, I laughed at myself.

I'm just an ordinary girl, my heart is only a little bit limited, and the things I can pretend are only these important relatives around me.

I am also a very selfish person. For the sake of my relatives and their stability of life, I will not hesitate to swing a knife at the enemy, and I will not hesitate to bathe in blood.

If this can prevent our future from being stained with blood and prevent our important relatives from going down the road of blood, then I will be happy to accept such a life.

As for the blood in my hands, these are the "karma" I have carried, and I will always remember them, whether it is their curse or resentment, I will bear it, and live along with these sins.Until one day when my blood runs dry, my tears run dry, and I can no longer walk.

As long as I can retain my apology for the life I took, I will always be me.

Anyone who kills must be prepared to be killed. I have realized that before I am killed, I should try my best to protect my important things.

Fighting for my own treasures, I don't care even if I turn into a blood-stained Shura, it turns out this is my nature, really... like a wild beast.

I chuckled.

"Xiayue, you have to understand that in the world of ninjas, there is no battle without bloodshed, and there is no sacrifice that will not occur..." Xuan Jian put his arm on my shoulder and said.

"Ah, I understand. Thank you, Gengen-sensei, and you, Hinata. I'm fine now." I let out a long sigh of relief, swung the knife to shake off the water, and put the knife back into its sheath. "I have decided that from today on, I will use my strength to protect my most important people and things. This is my way of ninja!"

Seeing that I recovered so quickly, Xuanjian was also very pleased.

Sister Hinata patted me, "You really deserve to be the match of my destiny." As if suddenly remembering, she hugged my shoulder again, "I've said it all, call me Haruka, don't call me so unfamiliar!"

"Yes, yes. Yaojiang..." I called out sweetly.

Hinata's expression was blank for a moment, and then she covered her nose.

Hey, can't you?

Is this trick also useful for girls? !

I, I, and I will be a quiet female ninja in the future...

"But Xia Yuesang is so powerful. Even though he is so much younger than us, he can face the enemy without panic and kill so many people! I was so scared that I couldn't move at all just now." The other two in the Xuanjian class Said one of the boys, obviously he skipped the part where I was sick to throw up.

What a gentle and nice man.

I silently sent him a good person card in my heart.

Then he smiled and said: "It's okay, it's because my old teacher taught me well." In the past, I and the teacher used real knives to slash each other every day. If you don't take it seriously, you will die!

I turned my head to look at the corpse on the ground, and carefully wrote down the expressions on every face, whether it was surprise, fear, or pain... Now that I have decided to bear it, even if they may torture me beyond recognition for countless days and nights in the future When I fall asleep, I will accept it with a smile.