Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 55

When Mizuki was fighting fiercely with the dark-skinned boy, a fat and extremely fast white light flashed in the blue sky of Tangyin Village.

Housing, downtown, residents, tourists, the complicated world is reflected in the small pupil of a fat white pigeon. With its bird's eye, the bustling Tangyin Village can be seen in a panoramic view.

As a homing pigeon that has been transformed by its owner's special energy, it not only has excellent business ability, but also has a lot of research on food and wine, so it made full use of its ability to eat all the food along the way, and the delicious food stayed in the bird's eye. On the tongue, it is very satisfied, and it also appreciates Tangyin Village very much.

Then, the fat pigeon got into a tavern.

"Here comes the wine, bring out the wine!" The fat pigeon named Ji shouted aggressively.

The diners around were startled, pointing and talking about it, and even swearing at it, and some people with scars on their faces who are not easy to mess with even wanted to catch Ji and cook it. Fortunately, there was a man in the tavern The young servant rushed over in time to pick up the fat pigeon and ran upstairs.

The boy was so frightened that he kept complaining: "My uncle Ji, don't be so conspicuous and provoking trouble every time you come here, okay? It's not easy for the people under us, don't give it to us and don't give it to us." My lord is looking for trouble."

"Cut!" Fat Pigeon snorted coldly, and its sharp bird call showed a bit of disdain, and replied to the boy, "Those gangsters downstairs also want to cause trouble for the master? I can peck them to death with a beak!"

When Fat Pigeon was talking nonsense, the servant had already walked into a guest room upstairs.

"You're talking big again, Kat."

A calm and awe-inspiring voice sounded softly, causing Fat Pigeon's arrogant face to change suddenly, its beak twitching, a little embarrassed, a little dazed.

"Ah? My lord, why are you here?!" The young servant was the first to speak out, and almost let go of his hands holding Ji, and exclaimed.

"Calm down." The calm voice seemed to be convincing, and the person in the guest room only said one sentence, and calmed down the boy's excited mood.

Then Ji in the boy's arms came back to his senses, Shi Shiran spread his wings, and slowly approached the man, giggling.

"Master, why are you here? Where's Heitan boy?" Ji shrank his fat bird head and asked embarrassingly.

"I just arrived too." The man sat quietly on the ground, like a Buddha sitting on a lotus, sitting upright in awe and peace.

"Ah? Has Lord Ibri gone out? I don't know? My lord, I'll go find Lord Ibri and come back right away!" The boy said, turning around to look for someone.

"No, Tangyin Village is not too small, and blindly looking for it will only waste time." The man said indifferently.

The boy paused, turned around, and asked actively, "Then is there anything I can do to help, sir?"

The man shook his head and said to the boy: "If you practice hard, there will always be a chance to help you."

The boy lowered his head in frustration, and said respectfully, "Then I'll go out first."

"Wait a minute." The man called to stop the servant.

The servant raised his head suspiciously, revealing the appearance of a young and immature boy.

The man said succinctly: "I met your father, and he was worried about you."

The boy frowned sadly.

The man continued: "Your father was very anxious to find you. He killed many people on the way, some deserved to die, and some were innocent."

The boy's brows frowned even deeper, revealing a bit of disgust.

The man didn't care, and he still narrated calmly: "I stopped him from killing some innocent people, and I also told him some news about you, for example, you are still alive. He wanted to use violence to question me, but I injured him. Seeing that he couldn't beat me, he asked me to tell you the specific news. Of course I didn't say anything without your consent, but seeing your father's appearance, he seemed to be going crazy, and he was really worried about you. I want to ask you It means, for example, whether you want to see him or not."

"Heh..." The young boy sneered coldly, his smile was chilling.

"You don't need it, my lord!" The servant's voice was not loud, but there was a surge of strength of his own, which supported his voice extremely firmly.

The servant said indifferently: "I am different from Mrs. Ibri - 15 years ago, a wandering ninja raped a girl, so I was born... Heh, after more than ten years, this man is still alive." The face appeared in front of my eyes...My lord, Ever-changing Huashan is a complete beast, I cultivated desperately, not only to help my lord realize my ideals, but more importantly, I wish I could kill this beast with my own hands!"

The boy gritted his teeth while talking, and inadvertently, his fists were already clenched, and the bones of his fingers were tightly kneaded, making a crackling sound.

The man was noncommittal. After pondering for a moment, he nodded slightly and said, "Since that's the case, I won't interfere any more. I just hope that you can become stronger as soon as possible. I sealed the Chakra of Ever-changing Huashan, and he won't be able to undo it within a year or two. , but I think that without Chakra, it will not be able to stop this famous face-changing thief from killing people."

The boy gritted his teeth and promised: "I will personally end his crimes!"

Fat Pigeon Ji sensed the boy's determination and resentment from the instinctive sensitivity of the carrier pigeon. Endless hatred almost surrounded the boy's body, and a chill emanated from the whole room.

"calm."

The person sitting cross-legged on the ground gave a second reminder.

The calm call was neither fast nor slow, not as warm as a spring breeze, nor as cold as frost, but as calm as running water, suddenly cleaning the room full of malice.

The boy woke up.

"Sorry, my lord, I'm going out first." The servant stepped back.

After the little servant left, the fat pigeon flapped its fat wings a few times beside the man, and sighed: "Hey, master, look what kind of subordinates you are looking for. Either someone killed the whole family's children, or The children whose families were ruined by their parents are all talented, but all of them are tragedies."

"Genius is the most perishable group of people—" the man said indifferently, "I walked from the easternmost edge of the world to the westernmost edge, and from the southernmost edge to the northernmost edge. The natural weather of extreme cold and extreme heat, extreme steepness and The extremely slow natural geography, the extremely beautiful and extremely humble civilized buildings, all have human footprints. I observed their living habits, understood their social connections, felt their birth, old age, sickness and death, and finally found that the world has begun to deteriorate. Human beings Hard work is no longer honored, but the standard of bloodlines is used as the standard. Most of the geniuses defined by the world are just the aristocrats' boasting of their outstanding children. However, are there no outstanding talents among the common people?"

The man raised his head slightly and glanced at the figure of the boy leaving.

He said silently: "I used to be one of the most noble people in the world. However, when the disaster came, I was the first poor person to be killed."

The man turned his head slightly to look at the fat pigeon, and said, "I found these children not because of their talents, because abilities can be cultivated, and of course not because of their tragic experiences—I found these children. Although children inevitably breed hatred during their miserable lives, they can still maintain their will and recognition of the world, and they still believe that the world can be saved, which is very rare."

There was a hint of depth in the man's voice.

"The tragic experience made the childish life thicker, but it didn't make them extreme and extreme. I'm glad that I found the most rare treasure in this world."

"Also, Ji, there is another point where you are wrong. They are not your subordinates, but in the long years to come, they need me, and I need them, so we are together."

The fat pigeon shrank its fat head again, like a child who has done something wrong.

(End of this chapter)