Konoha Silver Lightning

Chapter 85 River Ninjas

In a dark room, a young man is kneeling and sitting on the tatami, his face is flickering brightly and darkly as reflected by a weak light.

Shenping Rukawa's mood at this time was just like this faltering light, never calm.

亨.
There was a sound of the door being opened, and several men with low faces and blood stains walked in.

They were dressed in black robes, and judging by their attire, they were not much different from ordinary river ninjas.

The person walking in front was a little burly. He stood in front of Kamihira Rukawa and was silent for a while.

"Master Rukawa, we have failed."

Hearing this, Shenping Rukawa trembled all over, then calmed down again, and slowly raised his head, revealing a pale face like that of a terminally ill person.

His throat slipped, and he said trembling slightly: "Yeah. We failed."

"Everyone is dead, the sacrifice of countless people, but the result is not peace, even..."

His eyes were full of sadness and sorrow, and one hand firmly grasped the clothes on his chest, his five fingers were pale.

All this was like a nightmare to him.

"Not even a brief peace, everyone, died in vain."

Nearly 2000 casualties, a large number of wounded, no way to retreat, defeated, the country could not be defended, and the territory was left to be ruined.

This is the price to be paid for losing this war.

"Mr. Songgang, tell me, is there really such a thing as peace in this world? Or are we born to suffer so much?"

Shenping Rukawa's face is sad. From childhood to adulthood, World War I, World War II, and now at the end of World War II, and the stage when World War III is about to start, their country has never been peaceful.

Being in the cracks of the great powers, being dominated by these great powers, they become their pawns, lackeys.

Provide them with a place where they can go to war as a matter of course, and provide them with a Shura field where they can kill without any scruples! !
People of their generation all grew up amidst the precariousness of war.

The burly Songgang sighed deeply. He knew how much pressure and pain the man in front of him was carrying.

As the first person to follow Kamihira Rukawa, Matsuoka knew his life experience best.

As early as the outbreak of World War II, Shenping Rukawa's parents had already died on the way to escape. At that time, Shenping Rukawa was only nine years old.

He went into exile in Heyin Village. Two years later, Heyin Village was destroyed in the war between Sha Yin and Konoha. In that battle, Sha Yin used tailed beasts. In that battle, countless people died, and those who survived were also killed. Not much left.

It was this man who stood up and started migrating with a group of old, weak, sick and disabled.

Avoiding the flames of war and advancing along the river, countless people died on this road. Their blood stained the river and their country red.

Along the way, in countless burned and trampled villages, more and more people chose to follow this man.

In a land surrounded by rivers, they saw hope again. Following this man, a new order was re-established in this trampled land.

More and more exiled ninjas joined in, and more and more war orphans came, and they finally rebuilt their ninja village on this land.

Ninja Village, ah, what a beautiful word this is, it means that they finally have the military power of their own country again, they are no longer so passive, and can finally protect... their own country.

Maybe one day they will repeat the same mistakes and fall into the flames of war. Maybe their generation will die on the battlefield defending their homeland, but as long as the river is still flowing, their country will still exist.

They are river ninjas, and they are the will to continue to pass on.

He loves this country, even if the mountains and rivers are broken and wars are raging, he still loves this country deeply.

He is Kawakage, not known as Kakage, but in the hearts of Kawakage, he is the well-deserved... Kawakage.

"Please don't be so pessimistic, Master Rukawa, we still have hope, please cheer up."

Songgang raised his sleeves to wipe his eyes, and there were sobs from several companions behind him.

"Maybe, Matsuoka-san, how many of our Jonin are left?"

Kamihira Rukawa propped up his body, but it was only a slight effort to raise his hand, and his head was already in cold sweat.

"Already, there are less than 15 people, and there are less than ten people who can do it. To be precise, it is eight."

"Eight?" Shenping Rukawa nodded, bent his legs and stood up slowly, but staggered and fell to the ground on the way.

puff!
A large mouthful of black-red blood was spit out and sprayed on the tatami in front of him, which was extremely dazzling in the flickering candlelight.

Matsuoka and Kawa Shinobi behind him hurried up to support him, and one of the pretty female Kawa Shinobi wiped the blood from Kamihira Rukawa's mouth with a handkerchief, but it didn't help, the blood still couldn't stop flowing out.

Matsuoka's pupils revealed pain and self-blame, if it hadn't been for the retreat to cover himself and others in the end, Master Rukawa would not have been seriously injured so far.

Shenping Rukawa tightly grasped Matsuoka's arm with one hand, waved the other hand in front of him, and said weakly: "It's useless, the soft fist of the Hyuga clan has already smashed my liver, even the nearby Cha The carat meridians are all shattered, the needle-like Chakra is eroding my liver, even medical ninjutsu is useless to me, it is a miracle that I can survive till now."

"but!!"

There was a trace of flush on Shenping Rukawa's face, and he struggled to take out a scroll from his arms.

"Mr. Songgang, kill him. This is the last order that Yinsha Village gave us. As long as we kill him, we will have a glimmer of hope. At least, our people will be able to fill their stomachs."

Song Gang took it in a daze, slowly opened the scroll, and was stunned for a while.

The scroll was painted with bright colors. On it, a boy with silver hair made a knife-like shape with one hand, hanging to his side, with extremely cold eyes.

He put his left hand on his waist, holding a mass of sticky plasma.

This portrait is so vivid that even the dancing arc on the blade is outlined.

He has silver hair and silver pupils, and his facial features are extremely obvious, how could Song Gang not recognize who this person is?
"It's him! That damned brat! Even though he's only six years old, he's like Shura!!"

Matsuoka gritted his teeth and said angrily.

Several companions on the side also looked down one after another. The moment they saw the portrait, they all showed unstoppable hatred, anger and killing intent.

(End of this chapter)