Naruto Scourge

Perhaps it is a habit, the old man always waits until the last ray of the setting sun disappears from the horizon before preparing dinner.

He refused Ye Zi's help, and started to wash the rice and vegetables after slowly setting up the firewood. After washing the vegetables, the water was used to wash the rice, and the water was only passed through once. The old man weighed the vegetables and rice in his hands for a while, His expression was very serious, as if he was evaluating the weight of two people.

Ye Zi calmly watched the old man's movements and figure, and remembered that after cleaning up the weeds for the old man, the old man invited them here, poured them a cup of hot tea, took out a piece of yokan from the cabinet, and carefully poured The piece of yokan was divided into four evenly divided portions. It was the yokan from the lower house, and it was the only piece at that time.

Thinking of this, Ye Ziping's straight eyebrows slowly raised. He didn't think about the connection between the old man's behavior and the spies. He just remembered the past. At that time, there was an old man who was very similar to the old man in front of him.

As night fell, the house standing alone by the field raised smoke from the cooking. After a long time, the smoke stopped rising. There were a few more things on the table in the house. Two bowls of rice, one plate of green vegetables, and one plate were taken out of the jar Sour radish, that's a meal, a simple meal.

Ye Zi, who is used to big meals, settled a bowl of rice with two pieces of sour radish, and then said very sensiblely, "I'm full."

The old man glanced at the empty bowl with not even a grain of rice left, smiled, and then slowly ate.

Ye Zi got up, took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen stove, washed them and put them away, and washed the pot by the way, then came to the yard, looked up at the moon and remained silent. His original goal was to test, but when he saw Behind the familiar figure, there was no mood.

He stared at the moon quietly, thinking of Takuo Kimura in the room, and then thinking of the old man in his memory, and finally, a gleam of light appeared in his silvery eyes.

The old man in the room was very old, and his movements were very slow, but very steady, so steady that he didn't even tremble at all.

Ye Zi silently withdrew his gaze from looking at the moon, turned around and walked back to the house, the old man had only eaten half of the meal, Ye Zi said goodbye to the old man naturally.

The old man showed him a kind smile, and Ye Zi waved goodbye to him.

After returning to the house, Orochimaru sat alone in the corridor.

Ye Zi walked to him and sat down, followed his gaze to the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and listened attentively to the chirping of insects from the bushes.

Orochimaru glanced at him and asked, "Where did you go?"

Ye Zi replied, "Mission."

Orochimaru nodded, and suddenly said: "I also joined the root."

Ye Zi's eyes widened for a moment, she looked at him in surprise, and said in disbelief, "Why did you join Root?"

Many people want to know the reason for this problem, but not many people know it. Even the third generation doesn't know the reason why Orochimaru was added to the root.

Hearing his unbelievable tone, the corner of Dashewan's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm. Naturally, he would not tell Ye Zi the reason, but said indifferently: "Roots can bring a lot of convenience."

Ye Zi agrees with this statement very much, but he knows that this is not the reason why Orochimaru joined the root, there must be more critical reasons and reasons, but if Orochimaru is unwilling to say, then he will not continue to ask.

In the next few days, Ye Zi went to Kimura Takuyang's house very frequently. The old man asked him why, and he replied sincerely: "You are like my deceased grandfather."

This is not a lie, but a sincere truth, so even though the old man lived for so long, he did not doubt Ye Zi's words.

After getting along with the old man for a while, Ye Zi preliminarily affirmed that Kimura Takuyang is different from ordinary old people. First, he is very healthy, then, he is very strong, and finally, he has no chakra.

He wrote some judgments in the report and handed it over to the superior, and then the superior sent a person, that person was from the Shanzhong family, and also someone Ye Zi knew.

"The wilderness in the mountains." In a remote forest, Ye Zi looked at the person with a cold expression.

Wilderness in the mountains looked at Ye Zi carefully, with a smile on his face, saying that seeing Ye Zi is better than hearing a hundred times. Looking at Ye Zi's strong and muscular body now, it is hard to think of the scrawny child at the beginning. I haven't seen him for many years. That one is a bit special. My child is now stronger, strong enough to be alone.

"Long time no see." Although he knew he wanted to get straight to the point, Yamanaka Yuanye couldn't help but digress.

Ye Zi was not displeased because of this, because the person in front of him was kind to him in a certain sense, and besides, he really wanted to know what Shanzhong Yuanye saw in his memory that day. This was after his strength became stronger and stronger. Desperately want to know.

"Yes." But not now, he replied, ending the greeting.

Shanaka Yuanye gave a wry smile, and then said seriously: "Once confirmed, I will leave the rest to me."

Ye Zi nodded silently. It seems that the village attaches great importance to the task of purging spies. Even the people directly under Hokage have joined in this matter. In itself, things under the shadows have always been done by Gen.

In fact, cleaning the spies does not need to be so troublesome. Since the suspect can be found out, as long as we stick to the practice of killing the wrong, everything will be much simpler. However, this is Konoha, these things are not in the dark, but in the shadows , so it is very troublesome.

A few days later, Ye Zi came to the old man's house again, this time not at dusk, but at the moment when the house smoke stopped.

Walking into the house, the old man was slowly chewing rice grains. If the rest of his life started to become precious, then it would be a waste for him to do so.

The moon is very round and bright tonight, and the moonlight shines into the house through the doors and windows.

Seeing Ye Zi walk into the house, the old man was a little surprised. He swallowed the rice, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Ye Zi sat in front of him, didn't answer the old man, but said: "I lied to you, I don't have a grandfather, let alone parents."

Amazement appeared in the clear eyes of the old man, he looked at Ye Zi with some puzzlement, but the latter didn't look at him, just stared at the shabby food on the table, and said calmly: "I am an orphan, and I have a sister who is three years younger. I was adopted in an orphanage, when I was six years old, I escaped from the orphanage with my sister on my back, and when I was about to collapse from starvation, I met a very thin old man, he...you look a lot like him."

Kimura Takuyang let go of the hand holding the chopsticks, and looked at Ye Zi quietly, his face that had been worn away by time was full of worry, and he said, "Son, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Zi suddenly raised his head to look at him, his eyes were a little cold, and said: "You are very similar to him, but you are not him. He is very real, but you are a little fake. Maybe you are tired of it, so that your life seems to be coping. It's not like an old man who's senile but still healthy."

At this point, the worry on Kimura Takuyang's face receded like a tide, and he became expressionless, with some understanding in his old eyes, he sighed softly, and said: "I am really tired of this same life, So, do you think you can learn anything from me?"

"I think it can, you don't have chakra." Ye Zi said lightly.

Kimura Takuyang touched his chest hastily, this sudden move didn't make Ye Zi respond in any way, and he still watched the old man calmly.

Takuyang Kimura touched the spell written on his chest through his clothes, and said with some emotion: "Yes, I don't have chakra." After speaking, he put down his hand, and suddenly seemed uninterested.

"Sorry." Ye Zi suddenly apologized.

Takuo Kimura's expressionless face couldn't help showing astonishment. Immediately, he smiled lightly and said calmly: "Even in the dead of night, I will faithfully be an old man, even though I know that there are no other people around. Recently, I started I am very dissatisfied with my current life, so I want to leave, but that can only be used to think about it. I know very well that I can only die in Konoha in the end, so I have already found a good place, not far away, just Under that willow tree not far from my field, if you can, bury me there."

"Okay." Ye Zi responded simply.

"Thank you. Also, I have to say sorry to you. You may be disappointed. Even people from the mountain clan can't know anything from me." Kimura Takuyang smiled.

Ye Zi said lightly, "This has nothing to do with me."

When Kimura Takuyang heard this, he laughed even more happily, which was in stark contrast to the previous expressionless face, and then he said slowly to Ye Zi: "Don't underestimate people who don't have Chakra."

"I will." Ye Zi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Takuo Kimura nodded, restrained his smile, and turned to look at the door, where Yamanaka Yeno was standing there.

"Goodbye, funny boy."

Ye Zi was silent, watching Kimura Takuyang being taken away by the wilderness in the mountains.

A few days later, Ye Zi buried Kimura Takuyang's body under the willow tree, facing away from the small lake and facing the fertile field, and placed a plate in front of the stele with three pieces of yokan in it.

Suddenly, there was a faint fragrance in the wind blowing from behind, and a familiar and sentimental voice sounded from behind: "A while ago, Grandpa Kimura looked so healthy."

Without turning around, Ye Zi knew who it was. He looked at the name engraved on the tombstone, thinking that this name was nothing more than a fake code name, he couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"He could have lived a few more years, but I killed him."

Jiu Xingna's expression slowly changed, she looked at Ye Zi's back in shock.