Konoha's cannon fodder life

A coup took place in Yanyin Village during the joint exam. The coup was serious and ridiculous. What was serious was that Jinchuriki the Four Tails also participated in the coup. The funny thing was that it was suppressed by Onogi in just one hour.

Jiang Yuan didn't know what these people were thinking. Wouldn't it be bad if there was no war? Why risk a coup by launching a war, just for the so-called future of Iwagakure? However, Iwagakure's future was also ruined by these people. The large number of Genin who died during the war is Iwagakure's future.

Politics is something Jiang Yuan can't understand, or maybe he can never figure it out. You can use it a hundred times or ten thousand times, but one failure is enough to ruin your life.

On the way home, Jiuzi looked very happy, because there was half a month before the end of the school spring break, so the two had a lot of time to travel around the mountains and rivers on the road.This is also a trip, which is more interesting than the experience of Yanyin Village.

Next to a slow-flowing river, Jiang Yuan saw the half-sunken boat that was in disrepair. He struggled to pull the boat ashore, which was already occupied by silt and aquatic plants. The dilapidated mountain village in the mountain col in the distance is clearly visible, as well as the low and wide earthen tomb outside the village.

"This is the village that saved you, what a pity." Jiu Zi lamented while holding Jiang Yuan's arm.

He grabbed a handful of soil and sprinkled it on the mound, and Jiuzi also grabbed a handful of soil and sprinkled it. The two rolled up their sleeves to remove the weeds on the mound.In troubled times, human life is like a mustard, but a mustard will also face the sun one day, and these people will turn into soil to warm weeds.

"I came to see you." Jiang Yuan said to himself.

The low earthen graves were refilled by Jiang Yuan, and the weeds on the earthen graves were also removed.These villagers rescued Jiang Yuan when he was in danger, but Jiang Yuan did not save them. Jiang Yuan felt guilty looking at the refilled earthen graves.

The small mountain village was completely dilapidated. When Jiang Yuan and Jiuzi walked into the village, the grass was already overgrown, and a few hares were running around in the grass.Walking into the big house where the wounded were recuperating, the beams of the house were rotten and smashed down, the tiles on the house were almost fallen off, and there was a pair of fishing nets in the corner of the house.

Jiang Yuan picked up the fishing net and recalled the time he spent recovering from his injuries in the village. The little kid Hiru is the eldest of all the children in the village. He always likes to sit next to Jiang Yuan with fish soup and drink it. A bowl of fish soup can last half an hour. It is not tempting to say that Jiang Yuan is tempted. There is no salt in the bowl. What's so tempting about the crystal clear fish soup?

Day died, died by the bandit's knife, and lived ten years old.Jiang Yuan couldn't tell that his thin body was that of a ten-year-old child. He looked only four or five years old, but the women said he was already ten years old.

Everything around is so familiar yet unfamiliar, Jiang Yuan raised his head to look at the roof, this is the scene he saw the most when he was recuperating here, but the roof has been leaking everywhere.There were also a few short, dark logs in the fire pit, which had been lying there for years and could not glow.

Leaving the big house, Jiang Yuan and Jiuzi walked into another room, the memories here were terrible but they couldn't get rid of them.The villagers living in poverty showed the compassion and beauty of human nature to Jiang Yuan, just like lotus flowers in a mud pool.

"Ah! Dead man." Jiuzi shouted.

A withered skeleton was lying in the room. Jiang Yuan crushed the withered skeleton's head with one foot. It seemed that the one step was not enough. Jiang Yuan stepped on it a few more times until the withered skeleton's head was crushed into pieces.

"I killed this man." Jiang Yuan said calmly, but in Jiuzi's eyes, he was terrifying.

"Gangwon······"

The dead bones of a bandit, in this room the bandit raped and murdered a girl.The furious Jiang Yuan killed him, and didn't even dispose of his body, letting the wind and rain beat the snakes and insects to climb.On the dilapidated bed, there were still bloodstains that had turned black, which had seeped into the sheets and walls, lingering.

"Sakeko-chan, do you know? A gentle girl like you once died here. I never said a word to her, but she always ate very little every time she ate. The only old man in the village said that she originally planned to Sell ​​yourself in exchange for food for everyone. I used to be very opposed to this and sold her to the land of romance to be a laughing stock, but now I think she should be sold.

Compared to getting sick and dying on the bed, or continuing to change hands and be sold, these situations are much better, at least you won't die in front of me. "

Jiuzi clenched Jiang Yuan's trembling hand and looked at him distressed.Jiang Yuan spoke very slowly, but his voice was still trembling uncontrollably, and his body was trembling too.

Jiang Yuan continued: "At first I thought those bandits were plundering the villagers like shepherds, but it turned out to be beyond my expectation. The bandits didn't care about the villagers' offerings at all, they just wanted to let them all die. They are the most pitiful people, no one cares about them after death, and no one will remember their names."

Jiuzi took Jiang Yuan's hand and wanted to drag him away: "Stop talking, I want to go home, Jiang Yuan, I beg you to go!"

"Why are you leaving?"

Shaking Jiuzi's hand away vigorously, Jiang Yuan's tears ran across his face: "Jiuzijiang, I can hardly remember these people. They are my saviors, but I forgot what they looked like."

"Jiangyuan!"

Jiang Yuan looked at Jiuzi and wiped away his tears with a bitter smile: "I'm sorry I lost my temper just now, I just remembered those unpleasant things before, let's go home."

Jiuzi hugged Jiang Yuan to comfort him, then took his hand and walked out of the room slowly.There is nothing to miss in the dilapidated mountain village. The people buried deep in the ground are left with dead bones. There are dead bones at intervals along the roadside of the small mountain village, and the weeds have already entangled the dead bones tightly.

These people were all bandits who robbed the villagers in the past, and they were all killed by Jiang Yuan and left in the wilderness. Withered grass clings to the old bones, scraping away the bones and sucking out the marrow. They used to be them, but now they are weeds.

Leaving the dilapidated small mountain village, Jiang Yuan and Jiuzi stood on a hillside and looked back.

The small mountain village in the depression is still quiet, a wisp of cooking smoke rises from the small mountain village, the children run and play with the four fields, and play and laugh with the children during the day; the women gather in twos and threes to talk about tedious work, and the men work together in farming; An old man stood on the boat and pulled up the fishing net hard. From his face, he could see that the fishing net was very heavy. The old man smiled happily.

Jiang Yuan wiped his eyes, and the picture in front of him disappeared, replaced by only lonely mounds and dilapidated mountain villages overgrown with weeds.

"What's wrong?" Jiuzi asked, she saw Jiang Yuan's eyes were red.

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "The wind blows the sand into the eyes."

"Let me see."

Jiuzi stood on tiptoe and blew gently, very carefully, the breeze brushed over the two of them, blowing the tip of Jiuzi's hair, and the long hair fell on Jiang Yuan's face, bringing a pleasant fragrance.

"Is it okay?"

Jiang Yuan nodded: "It's much better, thank you Jiuzijiang."

The two turned and walked home, the breeze continuing to blow.In the small mountain village in the mountain depression, smoke rose again. In the daytime, the children were playing, the women continued to talk, the men carried farm tools to work in the field, and the old man worked hard to pull up the fishing net.

As the breeze blew, they all looked at the direction where Jiang Yuan and Jiuzi were leaving, and waved their arms to bid farewell to the two.