Naruto: The Strongest Onmyoji

Late at night.

Outside the hut of Yin Yang Lao, Qingming sat on a tree branch in the yard, holding a small pot of sake in his hand and sipping at the moon.

Five years old...ah no, a six year old kid is drinking.

Whoosh!

A white phantom passed through the wine flask. There was a crisp sound, and the wine bottle in Qingming's hand instantly turned into pieces, and the clear sake inside dripped onto his hunting clothes.

"You're so young, it's better not to drink!"

Xiaonan's voice sounded under the tree at the right time, and her brown eyes stared closely at Qingming, unable to tell what she was thinking.

After seeing that Seimei didn't respond, the paper shuriken in his hand was fired at Seimei on the tree, turning into a rain of paper, without any intention of holding back.

"Rebuke."

A ray of transparent light appeared in front of Qingming, instantly blocking the paper shurikens that filled the sky.

Throwing away the broken wine bottle in his hand, Seimei sat up, picked up the paper shuriken shot by Konan next to him, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and said: "Ninjutsu is very special, but unfortunately, this thing doesn't work No revenge."

"What do you mean?"

Xiaonan suddenly straightened up and said sternly.

Now Konan is like a powder keg. As long as she mentions Nagato, she will explode, turning everything around her into dust.

"Actually, I drink this bottle of wine for you."

"You should know very well that Nagato's situation is not hopeless yet. If you want to save it, it's not impossible, as long as you are willing to pay some price."

Qingming jumped down from the tree with a loud sound, and walked step by step to Xiaonan with the moonlight on her back.

Two fingers stained with wine were placed on Xiaonan's forehead.

"Have you really thought about it? Your so-called concern is just sadness and sad sighs, but in fact, you have not done anything to help Nagato. So, I will drink this pot of sad wine for you."

Qingming's words were harsh, like a nail, piercing her heart firmly. At this time, Xiaonan had a look of struggle on her face.

However, this is not enough.

Qingming looked at Xiaonan's angry face and continued to add fuel to the fire.

"In the final analysis, there is still a problem with your strength. You have no confidence to avenge Yahiko and help Nagato get out of the conspiracy. You are too weak."

Qingming said the last sentence directly into Xiaonan's ear.

This sound, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, boomed in her ears, deafening and deafening, causing Xiaonan to wake up instantly.

However, the inevitable anger is even greater.

Crash.

Countless white papers danced around Xiaonan's body.

This is the world of early summer, but now there are countless "white snows" floating in the night. This is Xiaonan's origami.

The 'snowflakes' dispersed, and a beautiful figure appeared under the full moon.

In the deep night sky, the moonlight shines.

Xiao Nan flapped two paper wings behind her back and stood in the air, looking at Qingming at her feet with a cold face. In her hand, a spear made of paper was gathering continuously.

"You said that day that someone behind the scenes was manipulating it. Who was it?"

At this moment, her voice was as cold as ice, like the cold wind of nine cold winters, blowing on Qingming's face like a knife, and this thick murderous aura was suppressed all the time.

"Do you really want to know who this person is? There's no turning back when you fire your bow. Think carefully."

At this moment, Qingming was like a devil tempting Xiaonan, letting her walk into the place she had laid out little by little.

Inside the condom, willingly.

"Whoever it is will die."

"Even if this person is Madara who is as famous as Senju Hashirama, the god of the ninja world?"

Silence, deadly silence.

The moment Xiaonan heard this name, her pupils shrank suddenly, and an incredible look appeared on her pretty face. All the words she had originally prepared were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

How can it be?

The paper spear in Xiaonan's hand slipped instantly, broke into origami again, and fell to the ground.

And she herself held her head in her hands, looking up to the sky and howling.

Even if her information is blocked, she still knows what the name actually represents.

Uchiha Madara, a man as famous as the God of Ninja World, a man who founded Konoha Village with Senju Hashirama, a man who dominates the world.

If in the current ninja world, Hanzo, the demigod of the ninja world, stands at the top, then in history, it was Madara and Hashirama who stood at the top.

A person called God.

Raising her head, Xiaonan looked at Qingming with tears in her eyes, with a hint of pleading in her eyes. She really hoped that this was a joke.

Shaking her head, Qingming broke her last fantasy.

"You lied to me. Based on his age, a person like Uchiha Madara should have been dead long ago. Even if he is alive, he should be dying. How can he still..."

"madness!"

A roar.

In front of Xiaonan, Qingming stepped forward, and a majestic spiritual power suddenly emitted, interrupting Xiaonan's words.

He must add another fire.

"Who told you that inability to move and the end of life will be the end of things, and death is just the beginning of the next step."

Qingming's words were as cold as water, flowing slowly in her heart.

"Da da da...."

There was a sound of footsteps.

Qingming restrained her momentum, twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly, and silently walked behind Xiaonan.

Holding the trembling body, he said helplessly: "Death is not the end, it is just the beginning of something else. For Uchiha Madara, nothing is impossible."

"Are you afraid?"

Snapped.

Knock off Qingming's hand with a slap.

Xiaonan turned around angrily, with two lines of tears left at the corners of her eyes.

"What can I do if I'm afraid? I'm also desperate."

These two sentences were screamed out from her heart, and Qingming could hear them. She screamed so hard that it hurt her bones.

Qingming sighed silently in her heart, and then said.

"In the final analysis, you are still not strong enough."

"In three days, I will be here to negotiate a deal with Jiraiya and Tsunade. You can take advantage of this time to think carefully about whether you want to save Nagato. You can come when the time comes."

Xiaonan raised her head in confusion, not understanding what Qingming meant.

"When the time comes, you can choose for yourself, whether to follow Jiraiya to practice, or to give up everything about yourself and become an Onmyoji."

After saying that, Qingming threw the origami in his hand in the air and entered the room without looking back.

Seimei has done what she needs to do, and the rest depends on how Konan decides whether to become an Onmyoji or become an angel ninja as in the original work, and eventually die at the hands of Obito.

The road to spreading Onmyoji is still long.