Naruto's Will of the Earth

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The Shinano River, located at the junction of water and land, is as prosperous as ever. It is one of the few villages in the Land of Rain that has not been damaged by the war.

He refused the flower basket sent by the little flower seller, but the stubborn little girl followed Uehara and seemed not to leave.

"Brother, just buy a bunch."

“Just a bunch”

“You can give it to the girl or boy you like”

Uehara, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped, and the little girl behind him screamed and almost hit him.

"It's very wrong." Uehara bent down and took out a flower with an unknown name and sniffed it. The flower was very fresh, with the smell of earth and rain. "I deliberately exposed my ninja sword, but you seem to be closer." "Uehara, who was wearing regular clothes, slipped out a short knife from his wide sleeves and put it on the little girl's neck. His eyes were cold, "There used to be an underground black market here. I have been there, but I can't find it now. You have a problem. ,Right"

No matter how courageous a little girl is, she should be timid or fearful when encountering strangers with malicious intentions, but unusually, the little girl followed Uehara for a few streets.

"Hmph." The little girl with a bun in her hair angrily snatched the flower back from Uehara's hand, "I don't know what you are talking about, you weird guy."

She was about to leave, but the flower basket was torn down by Uehara. The overturned flower basket caused flowers to scatter on the floor. "I am a ninja, little girl." A dazzling ninja sword that can reflect light was pressed against her forehead. At the throat, Uehara brought the knife a little closer and pierced the skin again. Blood trickled down. "You'd better cooperate. I've taken care of too many children and so on."

This place is inaccessible and is a good place to kill people and destroy corpses, but before that, Uehara needs to obtain the information he needs.

"Cough cough cough."

The coughing sound behind him alerted Uehara instantly, and an old man with a stooped body and a wrinkled face walked out from the corner, "Young man, can we talk to you?"

The underground black market was probably abandoned. Uehara searched it and found it was empty and without any trace of people.

On a low table, there is a pot of steaming tea boiling. The underground black market is damp and oppressive. There are cobwebs and dust everywhere. After taking two steps, the dust kicked up by my footsteps gradually gets higher.

"When we walked out of Shinano-tei, hundreds of us were chased by Konoha ninjas. When we returned home, there were only fourteen of us left, and most of them were disabled. Even my ears were broken."

The manager of the casino at that time was a Konoha peripheral intelligence officer. It was he who leaked information about Uehara and the others, which led to them being overtaken by Konoha's pursuit force and finally dragged into the Land of Rain, suffering heavy casualties.

"There are no traces of ninjas in this town. This may be the reason why Shinano Tei is peaceful. However, as an ordinary person, you are very dangerous." Thinking of the tragic past, Uehara's expression changed, and he slapped the small teacup. It shattered with a squeezing sound, and countless pieces fell, ruining a good pot of tea.

There is kendo in the ninja world, and of course Uehara has seen the tea ceremony. When I was learning swordsmanship from my swordsman master, Nobu Izumioka, I would solemnly make tea before starting every morning, and then start the day's practice.

"Your Excellency runs a gambling house," Uehara took out three dice and a dice cup, slamming them on the tea table, "I'll give you a chance to bet your life."

The little girl Hua Ming was tied up with wires and thrown in a corner. The ground was dirty, but she didn't care. The dark underground with little sunlight did not scare her and she cried bitterly, and she didn't even make a sound.

"I work for the Konoha Intelligence Department. We are enemies, and I deserve to die." Murakami looked like he looked down upon death. There was no luster in his eyes, and he stared blankly at Hanaji in the darkness for a long time, " But Hua Chi”

"You are not qualified to bargain." Uehara interrupted him unceremoniously. The knife case stood beside him. After the machine made a buzzing sound, several gleaming ninja swords popped out. The blade reflected The silver light was rippling like a thread, and the cold light reflected in Murakami's eyes made his pupils shrink twice.

Murakami fumbled with the three dice for a long time. Then he slapped the dice, and the dice bounced off the table. The black dice cup flicked like a beast's giant mouth and swallowed the dice. Lang Lang's voice kept ringing like magic as the dice rolled, attracting all of Uehara's attention.

At this time, wearing a suit, a black-brimmed hat, chocolate and cigarettes, paired with the current scene of BG, there is no sense of disobedience like the God of Gamblers.

Just when Uehara was thinking wildly, there was a duang sound, and the dice cup hit the low table steadily.

After opening the cup, the three dice were stacked firmly together, and the diagonals were aligned. Looking from top to bottom, only one side could be seen, without any distortion.

Take the first one, six points, the biggest point. The second one is still six, and the third one is the same.

"Interesting." Uehara muttered in his mind.

He picked up three dice, spread them out in a row, adjusted his breathing, and with a swipe sound, the very impressive opening began.

Shifting from left to right, and from right to left again, Murakami's pheasant could distinguish the number of points by listening to the sound, but now, the messy sound made him frown.

After shaking for a long time, Uehara's hands were almost numb, and the dice cup finally fell down.

I opened the dice cup, and it was still sixty-sixty-eight.

Murakami saw Uehara's movement of turning the ring clearly. How could he, who had been running a gambling house for a long time, not understand what the young man in front of him was doing. Some dice will be filled with lead, and some will be filled with iron blocks. This is a consistent method of making a fortune.

Looking at the flower in the corner, Murakami sighed. His expression changed several times, and his deep nasolabial folds twisted like earthworms.

Silently, Murakami picked up the dice cup again. After a clattering sound, it was another perfect operation.

"Three to one, not bad." This is the smallest point.

Uehara took the dice cup with a look of interest on his face.

If it's a big draw, if it's a small draw

The crashing sound kept coming and lasted for a long time, and Murakami's face changed.

Pa placed the dice cup on the low table very domineeringly, and Uehara slowly removed the dice cup.

"One, a point. The other one is also a point, and the third one," Uehara said jokingly, flicking away the dice that had been broken into a pile of crumbs with his fingers. "The third one was broken, so there are only two." Point. I win."

It's cruel to give people a little bit of hope and then take it away later.

There is a movie called Jinyiwei. Qinglong's knife case is super handsome. There are fourteen precious swords in the knife case. They are called the Fourteen Powers of the Ming Dynasty. Each of the fourteen precious swords has its own use.

Some are used to kill traitors and traitors, and some are used to commit suicide. It just so happened that among the Ninja swords of different lengths captured by Uehara, there happened to be a Ninja sword that seemed too short for fighting, and a Ninja sword that seemed to be used for its purpose when used for cutting down.

"You do it yourself."

Holding the scabbard in his hand and handing the handle to the other party, Uehara remained expressionless.

The ninja sword was pulled out with a clang. Murakami fumbled with the ninja sword and wondered what he was thinking, "Huaji"

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. The pale-haired Murakami nodded. He slowly turned the handle of the ninja sword over and pointed the blade toward his abdomen.

"Stop," Uehara stopped his next move. Uehara, who was touching his chin, looked at Murakami as if he were a monkey. His eyes were cold and cruel. "It's not good to die right away."

"It can't be a vital point, right lung lobe, right chest location." Uehara very "kindly" pointed to the exact place for the old man.

The arm exerted force, and the knife entered the lung with a puff. The knife was very sharp, and there was no resistance at all when it entered the body. Blood entered the lungs, Murakami's face turned pale, he kept coughing, and black blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"This is a world full of killing. Since you chose to join a game full of death, you should have known what the result would be, right?" A knife was nailed to the table, the blade buzzed, and Uehara restrained himself. That's why he couldn't chop off the opponent's head with one knife.

"The Hundreds of Rocks were just established, and then it became a joke." Uehara's eyes were red, and the cards he squeezed creaked. "Some of my companions were burned to death by fire, some were bitten to death by insects, and some guys, I couldn't find the head when I was disposing of the body. Damn it, Konoha non-staff intelligence officer Murashita."

"I've been waiting for this day for too long"

"What's the next step?" Murakami held a dagger in his chest. He smiled, his exposed teeth stained red with blood, and he looked a little cautious.

"Left hand."

Uehara glanced at Hua Ji who was whimpering, seemingly unintentionally, and then stared coldly at Murakami's left hand.

"These things have nothing to do with Hanaji. She's not a ninja. She doesn't work for Konoha ninjas." Blood spurted out and covered the handle of the knife. It was very slippery. Murakami lifted the knife slowly. He pulled it out from his chest very slowly. During the process, he kept groaning, "Oh, this damn world"

The sound of popping popping kept ringing, and the left hand on the edge of the short table was cut off mercilessly by the Murakami pheasant. The blood shot out far away in an instant like a broken water pump, and finally changed quickly. The pitter-patter dripping.

Seeing the severed limb that fell on the ground still twitching instinctively, Uehara felt an evil, morbid pleasure.

"Next, eyes." Uehara raised the corners of his mouth. Maybe he really has the talent to be a bad guy. The joy based on the pain of others actually comes so heartily, "I hate your eyes."

"grandfather"

An extremely weak voice seemed to ring in his ears, and Uehara's hair stood on end.

"Hey," Murakami's determined eyes revealed a bit of despair, "Why do you want to come here, why?" he murmured. In order to protect Cunxiabu, he even planned to sacrifice Hua Ao, but now, his plan failed.

"I can work for you and become your subordinate. Let my grandfather go." There was a sound of kneeling behind him. Uehara turned half of his body and looked. He could not see anything. It was like a black hole swallowing the light. Darker-than-dark environments capture even the slightest bit of visual signal.

"More than a hundred of my companions died, all because of your grandfather." Uehara snorted coldly, "If you want to become my subordinate, huh, you are a ninja."

"Konoha roots."

"Gen" Uehara was a little surprised, but he controlled his expression very well and looked very indifferent, "You are a Konoha ninja"

"Me and a few other guys, Danzo wants us to be jinchūriki."

"I'm good enough to be your subordinate."

Uehara found that his eyes could see clearly again. A young boy with a strong skeleton fell to his knees, his withered hands supporting the ground. He was so thin that his head looked very big.

"Red hair" Uehara thought secretly in his heart.

There are many traces of the appearance of the blood family, but the appearance of the Minazuki clan is unknown. Most of the Uchiha people are cold and handsome, and the striking red hair of the Uzumaki clan is their standard feature.

"You are a Uzumaki"

The boy didn't answer. When he raised his head, Uehara was startled when he saw his face.

There was nothing between his eyes, just two dark holes. His face seemed to have been peeled off, and his pale muscles were exposed and clinging to his cheeks.

This look is comparable to that of Nagato who summoned the Heretic Demon.

“Village Bubu”

Uehara read the name.

"Reason. Now that you have joined Konoha, what is the reason why you betrayed Konoha?"

Uehara Doishi, who comes from the Iwagakure Intelligence Department and is also an ANBU ninja, is proficient in many interrogation techniques.

Many key questions will be asked repeatedly many times, and they are hidden in many seemingly unintentional questions. If the answers are different twice, then the other party must have something to hide, and there is no need to continue talking. .

Fortunately, I didn't get any conflicting answers, and Uehara restored the entire process.

The ambitious Danzo collected many young people with special physiques in order to reserve suitable Jinchuuriki. Those young people who were not from Konoha Ninja Village were secretly incorporated into the roots. There were a group of people in Konoha Ninja Village who did not belong to Konoha Ninja Village. The power controlled by Danzo.

Later, during the Tailed Beast Chakra experiment, too many companions who had the same fate died, and after that, resistance naturally occurred.

"What happened to the eyes and other injuries in the body?"

"The roots sent ninjas to pursue me. At that time, I had already escaped back home. It was grandpa who saved me."

"As far as I know, everyone at the root of Konoha will be planted with the tongue-less root technique, why are you okay?" Uehara discovered the point of doubt.

"My ability is to erase the spell, but the price is very high."

Uehara was confused as to what kind of ability the erasing technique was.

Can the reincarnation of the dirty land be erased? Flying Thunder God? Orochimaru's curse seal? Uehara frowned.

"Hey, old man, are you okay? Don't die." He opened his mouth and looked at Murakami's pheasant lying in a pool of blood. Uehara was stunned.

"Kid, don't blame me, we were enemies before."

A few days later, Murakami woke up quietly in the same dark basement. He was very old and it was difficult to recover from excessive blood loss. He opened his eyes weakly and struggled to lift his arm, which was reattached.

"Don't blame me. I have killed more than a hundred of my companions. I promised to avenge them. But now that you are my subordinate, I will definitely not be able to hurt you. It's really troublesome."

"I owe you more than a hundred lives, right?" With his godless eyes, Murakami stared at Uehara, "I don't blame you for what happened to grandpa. I killed a hundred people for you, is that enough?"

"Enough." Uehara turned over the flames without raising his head.

"From now on, Lord Uehara, please regard me as your best tool. I will kill all enemies who stand in my way."

The sense of déjà vu of Erfeng in "Get Out", Shiro said similar words to Zabuza, Kimimaro also loyal to Orochimaru, and these two guys are exactly what Uehara looked down upon.

If Orochimaru had MLM talent and fooled many geniuses into working for him, then Uehara believed that his MLM talent was at the lowest level.

"I'm different from Orochimaru, huh."

"what"

"It's nothing. There are a hundred people in Konoha, and there happens to be a hundred people. Help me kill them all."

My sleep quality has been very poor recently. The house we rented was close to the road, and the bed was too small, and the bed board was not even when I slept on it. It was very uncomfortable. I don’t have time to divide it into chapters, so I’ll give it a try.