Ninja Dream Master

Chapter 76 No more cut and white (end)
Opening his eyes, the cold weather accompanied by the cold wind blowing Bai's body and mind, on a thatched bed, in a corner where no one would come, Bai woke up.

"Chakra...has become less." Looking at his hands, Bai was a little dazed, "Is this the world after death?"

This place...is so familiar.

Deep in his memory, at a certain point in time, his mother was killed by his father, and he also broke out a bloody boundary, killing people in a village.

Then he started wandering, wandering in the huge village of fog and shadows. In the cold winter, he nested alone in the corner of the city, building a hut with thatch and paper he picked up.

At that moment, he felt that he should die.

Until, I met him.

Standing up, his frail body made him stagger a little. Because of the boundary of the bloodstained ice escape, he didn't feel much cold, at least he could resist it.

Still, it was cold.

Walking out of the hut, the corner gradually sank into darkness, and the light appeared in the white eyes.

This place, this time, and the people around you.

Bai froze in place, "Fog... Shadow... Village..."

"Myself, have you returned to Wuying Village?"

The people around cast familiar disgusted gazes, and my body also returned to that time, with only a little bit of chakra.

At that time, I relied on this little chakra to support myself.

Can rummage for food in the garbage dump, live with wild dogs, and live together.

live...

For Bai at that time, this was such a harsh word.

The next second, as if thinking of something, his white eyes gradually filled with light, he raised his feet and walked forward, gradually turned into a trot, and finally ran desperately.

That dump!
There was only one sentence left in his mind.

If you go back to that time, if you do it again, if it's exactly the same as before, that garbage dump is there, it's there.

The one who finds himself, the one who has the same eyes as himself, the one who can do anything for him!
There he is!
Running, the cold winter could not extinguish Bai Nei's hope, that hope turned into a flame and burned in Bai's heart.

The body became warm, and the flames warmed him.

The target is not far away.

In less than 3 minutes, Bai stood in front of the garbage dump.

The snow covered the garbage dump, making it hard to see what was inside. Shiro looked around, but he didn't find the figure that would appear here.

By the way, I didn't meet him at this time.

Bai was panting violently, a little tired, but it didn't matter, he could wait, in his memory, it didn't seem long before that person came,

He can wait.

Walking to the garbage dump, holding his legs, Bai sat down against the wall.

There is ice on the wall, it's cold, but it doesn't matter, Bai doesn't mind, because the fire burning in his heart makes him not feel the cold.

Remember, recall some happy things, think about every day you spend with him, think about every task you go through with him.

Just reminisce, time will pass quickly, very quickly.

soon.

……

Standing in front of the familiar village, Zoubuzhan was stunned, his hand was stretched behind his back, and the beheading sword was not there.

Wearing a johnin vest and a forehead protector on his head, Zabuzhan looked at himself in disbelief, "This is... Wuying Village."

Then, with a smile, "It is indeed hell, and there is no difference between Wuying Village and hell."

Looking at the people around, the familiar scenes, the familiar ones can no longer be familiar, and then walked forward without cutting off, "Let me see what hell looks like."

Walking on a familiar road, the people around him are unfamiliar. As a ninja, he has no family, no relatives, not even a friend.

Somewhat miserable.

In such a place, such a place of blood mist, it is no wonder that Buzhan wants to overthrow it.

At a certain moment, Zaibuzhan stopped and stood in the heavy snow, "This place..."

"Very familiar." Zabuzhan grinned, raised his feet and walked forward, very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would walk too fast, and his memories would not be able to keep up with the pace.

His eyes fell on the street, and there was a small dark gap between the buildings, which was the place where the homeless people of Wuying Village most often stayed.

"Before Bai, I lived there too." It's been too long, I can't remember clearly.

It seems that Bai is laughing every moment in the memory, making people forget his past subconsciously.

In such a cold place, the smile is like the warm sun, warm and fascinating.

"Tch, why didn't I find that guy's smile so annoying before." Zabuzhan thought of something.

He is a ghost, he should be a murderous guy, but he is accompanied by a person with a different style of painting. As long as the mission has not started, that guy will always be smiling.

It's like being happy with yourself.

It is obvious that he is just a traitor on the run, killing people like numbness, feeling numb, and poor.

But that guy can always laugh, laughing for all kinds of inexplicable reasons, laughing so happily that he doesn't want to interrupt.

However, the never-ending smile dissipated.

"At this time, you should be here." Zai Bu Zhan sighed, as if he was regretting something, "My hell, it's just that I don't have you."

Lift your feet and walk forward again, without a destination.

"Then I should be happy. You really shouldn't be in the same place as me." Then Bu Zhan's face gradually turned cold, just like the him before, the one who had no feelings.

The place where Bai went should be a happy place, with his parents and friends, a place where blood-stained boundary ninjas would not be discriminated against.

There, it doesn't belong to no longer be cut.

The cold wind blows on Zai Buchou's body, taking away the temperature of his body, and the pedestrians around him exude warmth, but on Zai Buchou's body, there is only blood and killing.

He is a ghost, a ghost who belongs to hell. He has never expected to climb out of hell. His only hope is that there will be no white people in hell.

"Hahahahahaha!" Zabuzhan suddenly laughed, raised his head and laughed loudly.

The pedestrian looked at him in surprise, then silently lowered his head and continued on his way.

Fengxue covered Zabuzhan's body amid laughter, and the jonin vest was stained with snow, pure white and beautiful.

Ahead is the street, and in the street there is the largest garbage dump in this place. Next to the garbage dump, there is always a child sitting.

Hearing the laughter, the child raised his head and turned his eyes to the direction from which the sound came.

He was stunned, then got up, stepped on the ground with bare feet, step by step, faster and faster, approaching that direction a little bit.

In the crowd, the lonely laughter, in the flow of people, the retrograde figure.

The two people who were supposed to meet here stood in front of each other again.

The wind blew away the laughter, leaving only a tearful figure.

If he didn't regain his senses, he couldn't laugh, but subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the child in front of him, but he didn't dare to use force, fearing that the colorful bubbles in the sun would burst.

Bai stretched out his hand, just stared blankly at Zhebuzhang, the coldness could not freeze his tears, it just made him sink in the cold wind.

The world lit up.

A brat like you, who is not wanted by anyone, will end up dead on the street.

Looking at Bai again, memories unfolded in front of the two of them like a picture scroll, "A brat like you...is not needed by anyone...will end up dead on the street..."

My brother and I have the same eyes.

The picture scroll unfolded, on a certain snowy street, on that bridge, in Bai's memory, he smiled, "My lord and I have the same eyes."

"It's just a brat..." Zai Buzhan clenched his fist, and his hand and Bai's hand were clasped together.

He didn't use any force, he was afraid that his strength would be too strong and it would crush the phantom.

The two pairs of eyes with the same look looked at each other, and they only had themselves in each other's eyes.

Kid, do you wish someone needed you?Can you give everything for me?

Zabuzhan raised his feet, "Do you hope that someone will need you again? Can you give everything for me...?"

Bai stepped forward, and threw himself into Zabuzhan's arms.

At that time, Bai hesitated, but now, he doesn't want to hesitate anymore, he just needs to nod.

There is not much difference between the memory and the present, the only thing that is there is the tears in the corners of the eyes, for some reason, flowing so fast.

From today on, your abilities belong to me.

Close your eyes again, put one hand on the white head and the other on the white back, "From today on, you... belong to me."

The picture scroll will be treasured by people, because the picture scroll can always draw scenes that do not exist in reality, and that beautiful picture may be more bizarre and beautiful than it is now.

However, reality is sometimes more beautiful than pictures.

No matter how heavy the snow is, it can't quench the warmth in the heart, even if the wind is blowing cold, it can't freeze the two hearts that are close.

There are always people who think that reality is cruel, but they never think that illusion comes from reality.

Zabuzhan took off his vest, and put the outer lining on Bai's body.

The current white is only half the height, and an outer lining is not enough.

"Let's go, go home." Zabu Zhan picked up Bai, walking towards his home like holding a precious gift.

Bai's head was buried in Zai Bu Zhan's arms, "Sir Bu Zhan, do we have to rebel again?"

"No." No longer beheaded and shook his head, "It's not necessary, it won't be long before Terumi Mei will take over, it's just a little time, I can make it through."

"I will help Master Zabucho." Bai raised his head and looked at Zabucho with a smile.

In the past, when he said this, he would praise him with a smile no matter what.

But this time, instead of smiling, he kept a serious look, "You are not allowed to use your technique, not until Terumi Mei comes to power."

Bai almost forgot that the current Wuying Village is still in the Blood Mist, where there are ninjas slaughtering bloodstained boundaries.

Bai nodded, "I understand."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zabuzhan with some doubts, "In this case, I can just use Wind Dun and Water Dun."

"I said, no." Zabuzhan's voice was cold, but in Bai's ears, it was extremely warm.

Looking at Bai, he said in a deep voice, "Are you looking down on me, Bai? Do you think that if Wuying Guiren doesn't kill him, he needs the help of a guy who can reach Jonin?"

"I'm sorry, I won't behead my lord again." Bai Zhanyan smiled, turning into a warm sun in the cold winter, "I will wait at home so I don't behead my lord again."

"Until I don't behead my lord and go home."

(End of this chapter)