Konoha no Wanderer

Half a month, a whole half month, Nohara Lin's mood changed from horror to surprise, from surprise to disbelief, from disbelief to helplessness.

This boy who kidnapped him and claimed to be Zabuza was actually a road idiot.

At first, Nohara Lin thought that the other party wanted to take a detour to the port called Nago Port for safety reasons.

But after a few days of traveling, she discovered that this guy actually had no sense of direction at all.

"You really are a ninja"

"Ah."

"Then you know, you are actually setting a trap in this forest."

"know."

Does knowing just now count as knowing?

Under Lin's disgusted gaze, Shiraishi began to face up to his inexplicable loss and passivity for the first time. In his previous life, he could remember every step he took.

Although he is not as outrageous as the taxi driver, he has never made any mistakes when guiding others.

How could it be? Why? It doesn’t make sense.

As I walked, I thought about it, and it turned out that I met the business group I had met half a month ago.

When Miyamoto Yoshiki saw Shiraishi and the two again, he was also very surprised.According to the normal journey, the other party should have arrived at Nago Port long ago.

"you"

"be lost."

After calmly answering the question Ryogi wanted to ask, Shiraishi didn't care about the strange looks from everyone present and continued to calmly think about why he became a road idiot.

"In fact, our next stop is also Nago Port. If you two don't suggest it, you can come with us."

"it is good."

Shiraishi accepted the other party's kindness without any pretense.

In this way, he hitched a ride with the business group for the second time.

Without paying or doing any work, Miyamoto Yoshiki entertained Shiraishi and the two like guests.In his eyes, this small investment of spending some food is nothing to him.

If you lose, you'll only lose a few small bucks.But if you make money, it's blood money.

noon.

Sitting on a cart loaded with goods, Shiraishi ate Miyamoto's steamed buns with peace of mind and looked at a little boy sitting not far away.Seeing that he kept looking at her waist, she felt interesting in her heart.

“Like knives”

The boy nodded. Although he was young, he was not afraid of strangers. He spoke in a childlike voice.

"Can you teach me sword skills?"

"come over."

The boy obviously didn't expect that his casual question would actually get a reply from the other party. With his face full of excitement and joy, he came to Shiraishi in two steps at a time.

He had an unsheathed wooden sword on his waist, but he was wearing fairly fashionable clothes, but he had a simple hairstyle on his head.

This child of the Miyamoto family looks a bit nondescript in his overall appearance.

A funny kid.

Anyway, he had nothing to do, and Shiraishi was too embarrassed to eat and drink other people's food for free, so he simply served as the swordsmanship teacher of young master Miyamoto Ming during this free time.

This action caught Lin's attention.

After lunch, the business group was about to continue on the road. The sweaty kid who had been drilled by Shiraishi was naturally called to the carriage by his father.

"That's how you teach him sword skills."

Knife skills are the last wealth for a person who uses a knife.Therefore, few people are willing to teach their sword skills to a stranger so easily.

This is also the strange thing about Lin.

In the eyes of her victim, this "Zabuza" man did not seem to be such an easy person to talk to.

"What's wrong"

"It's nothing."

After five days.

The weather gradually turned colder. Along the way, Shiraishi and Lin found that more and more people were fleeing to Nago Port. In the past few days, they only met one or two people a day, but later they would meet as many as one in a day.

It is not difficult to infer Konoha's passivity in the war.

Shiraishi was lying leisurely on the cart, his face covered with a well-made bamboo hat. According to Miyamoto Ming, this guy bought it as a gift for his master with his private money.

The little slippery man had already unilaterally called him master, but he didn't care in this regard.

Just like Jiraiya once did to himself.

The business group suddenly stopped without any warning, and the order of the caravan seemed to be a bit chaotic.

"Something seems to have happened behind the business group." Lin looked back at the rear of the business group, with some doubts in her eyebrows.

The Miyamoto caravan they were in was in the leading position because of their seniority and Miyamoto Yoshiki's eloquence.The two of them were actually five or sixty meters away from the rear of the business group.

"Well, it seems like..." Baishi's hearing could only vaguely hear some content.

Suddenly, not knowing what he heard, he stood up and put the bamboo hat on his head and said, "It seems like that."

"Ninja." Lin replied quickly.

Both people were deeply affected by this breaking news.

The ninjas of Konoha are catching up.

"It's Sand Shinobi."

After hearing the content of the subsequent argument in the distance, Shiraishi's heart dropped, but he forgot that when he fooled Lin, he said that he was a Sand Ninja.

"You don't seem excited at all."

""

"You're not a Suna ninja, are you?"

"Ah."

The two were silent for a while, and then Lin asked first: "What are you going to do? Judging from the number of people on the other side, there will definitely be more than one team."

"We are collecting food, don't worry about it."

"If it were a food requisition, the response from the caravans wouldn't be that big."

"It's none of our business."

"how do you"

"Don't forget, only the Miyamoto family is willing to take us for a ride." Shiraishi glanced at Lin and continued: "Kindness is overflowing."

"They are civilians of the Land of Fire, and I am a ninja of Konoha."

"So what, you are working hard and they are running away."

While the two men were arguing in a low voice, Miyamoto Ryoki, who had hesitation written all over his face, gritted his teeth and walked towards the rear of the business group, followed by his son Miyamoto Ming.

"now what"

"It's just a food collection."

A minute or two later, Shiraishi stood up and walked towards the back of the business group.

"Master Ninja, we can't take all the food." A caravan owner begged with a grimace, "There are still five days to go to Nago Port. Without food, we may starve to death halfway. "

The ninja with a turban on his head and a Sunagakure forehead protector sewn into his sleeves ignored the pleading caravan boss and continued to direct his team to carry food and grass with a cold face.

With Sunagakure's successive attacks, the logistics of the Kingdom of Wind were unable to supply the ninja troops on the front line in time because the front line was too long.

Therefore, the hungry Sunagakures received orders from their superiors and began to plunder nearby food.

Civilians, caravans, and farmers can just hand over the grain obediently. If they are unwilling to hand over the grain, they won't mind a scene of murder and robbery.

"Master Ninja, do you think this can be done?" Miyamoto Yoshiki, who had just arrived, watched the ninjas unloading the merchant group's food, with a slight cold sweat on his forehead, "We only need to leave 50% After we go to the port to resupply, we will pick up another batch of food for [-] people for seven days and send it to you."

"We all run a small business, and this price is basically the limit we can afford."

The sand ninja's eyes lit up after hearing Miyamoto Yoshiki's words.

"It's interesting, but there are at least 70 people in your business group. In the end, you only sent food for 50 people. Isn't it too little?"

"Master Ninja, we still need to include the manpower and consumption during the round trip. The food for 50 people is already our net profit for two months."

"can't do it"

"This, this, this is really"

"Then let someone else talk to me."

"Bandit." Miyamoto, who was following Miyamoto Yoshiki, clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice.

"The daimyo said that ninjas cannot actively bully civilians."

Ninjas are not allowed to take the initiative to kill, humiliate, rob, or harm civilians. This rule has been written into the code by the great names of various countries.

But who cares about this during a war?

This is just a false regulation used by the powerful to appease the common people in order to cover up their actions during peacetime.

The hearing of ninjas is more or less trained. Miyamoto Ming was not far from him, so he could naturally hear these words clearly.

"So what, kid?"

Anger has always been a common problem among humans.The sand ninja felt the child's dissatisfaction with him.The anger rose up in my heart for some unknown reason.His palms turned into claws, and he grabbed directly towards the child's neck.

How could a five or six-year-old child be a ninja's opponent? Miyamoto Ming couldn't even react, and was directly lifted into the air by the sand ninja's clothes.

No one expected that things would develop to this point. A ninja would get angry because of a child's complaint.

Snapped

The wooden sword unexpectedly hit the sand ninja's shoulder, and happened to hit the forehead protector on his sleeve.

The sound was like Xingmu slamming the table. Everyone was startled by the sound, which was not loud, and turned their heads to look at Miyamoto Yoshiki's position.

The scene suddenly quieted down.

Only Miyamoto Ming was left struggling, waving the wooden knife in his hand in an attempt to slap the robber in front of him in the face.

"The bad guys who become robbers will eventually be hanged by the daimyo."

"Adults and children are ignorant, please let them go"

Miyamoto Yoshiki, whose hands were trembling, never expected such an ending.

"I think your kid is tired of living."

Feeling that he had lost face in front of his subordinates, the murderous intention was already igniting in the Suna Ninja's heart.With a ferocious look on his face, he took out a kunai and stabbed the child who was only five or six years old in front of him.

However, he suddenly felt a chill on his wrist, and the child he had picked up fell to the ground.

Also falling to the ground at the same time were his two pairs of palms.

The pain had not yet had time to be fed back to his brain, and the sand ninja could not accept the fact that his hands had been cut off for a while.

He mechanically looked at a dark long knife that fell not far away, and then looked at the direction in which the knife flew.

In that direction, a pleasant-looking girl was glaring at her angrily, and next to her stood a young man who looked like a warrior wearing a hat. The young man's hands seemed to be operating something.

Under the brim of the hat, there is a pair of eyes that look like a dead person.

"You like to talk like this, don't you?"