Dancer of Konoha

The sky is getting darker and darker, the red light on the horizon is gradually shrinking, and the cold wind is howling again and again.

The temperature difference between day and night in the Fire Country wasteland is huge. The deeper you go, the more you can feel the biting chill in the wind.

What was different from the past was that the wind on this day was filled with a strong rancid smell.

"Damn, it's like this again..."

Nara Shikamaru's face turned pale as he looked at the familiar tragic scene in front of him.

The crooked village was in a mess, and the places where smoke should have been curled up were now filled with blood and collapsed ruins of rocks.

As the last ray of sunlight faded away, the shadows were like a dead place, with no other sound except the constant whistling of the wind.

"Maybe there are still survivors, let's look for them again!"

Akimichi Choji, with bulging veins, clenched his fists tightly and walked towards the ruins step by step.

"Chouji, there's no need to go..."

Yamanaka Ino, who had already used sensory ninjutsu to explore, covered her trembling lips, seeming to be suppressing something.

Along the way, I saw more than just these tragedies.

However, Akimichi Choji did not stop, he wanted to see it with his own eyes! Will give up!

Seeing this, the two of them followed him.

"It seems that here too..."

Just as the three of them were searching in the ruins, Asuma Sarutobi, who had gone to pursue other clues earlier, appeared behind the three of them, frowning and exhaling a long breath of smoke.

"The same goes for the four villages to the east. There are corpses everywhere..."

"Asshole, this is completely purposeless massacre..."

Nara Shikamaru stroked the remaining blood on the ground, gritted his teeth and stood up.

Along the way, Asmaban explored dozens of villages, and the situation was tragic without exception.

The murderer seemed to be extremely familiar with the methods of Konoha ninjas. Not a trace was left behind.

And the more remote the place, the earlier the tragedy occurs.

But having said that, Nara Shikamaru knew clearly that the murderer's purpose was not simply to kill...

Unconsciously, Nara Shikamaru's fingers were facing each other, and his mind was constantly filtering the clues along the way.

"Strange, these corpses..."

Nara Shikamaru's mind couldn't help but think of the bloody scene during someone's chunin exam.

Different from someone's violence, the fatal wound on the corpse in this incident was only in the throat, and the integrity of the corpse was extremely high.

"It's as if the murderer is deliberately protecting...it doesn't make sense..."

"Too many people died. Along the way, I met many Ninja monks from the Fire Temple searching for suspects."

Feeling a little helpless, Sarutobi Asuma rubbed his fingertips to crush the cigarette butts, scattered them in the wind, and sighed:

"Class 9 is here too. I've already sent out the assembly signal. Just wait here and see if they find anything."

"we can only do this......"

Nara Shikamaru, who felt as if he had caught something, responded absently.

Even though he knew that the chances of finding the murderer were slim if he couldn't stop him head-on.

Not to mention Class 9, there is nothing we can do even if Class 9 comes...

The night wind became more and more wild, and the strong wind swirling around in the Temple of Fire whined in front of the stupa, as if someone was whimpering and wailing.

It was unusually quiet in the temple, and even the sound of hurried footsteps was fleeting.

Most of the ninja monks of the Fire Temple have been sent out, and recent events have made Jilu feel inexplicably uneasy.

However, now, a more important person appeared in the Temple of Fire, and the uneasiness in his heart was instantly overwhelmed by the long-suppressed guilt.

Dilu, who was stopped by Xianglin at the entrance of the cemetery, looked at the long-lost little figure in front of the stupa with dim eyes, not knowing what to say.

"Heaven Comes"

After Yanyan entered the Temple of Fire, he did not go to see Jilu. He just asked Zhike Monk where Shanhe and the old monk were buried and then sat here quietly.

Dilu knew that Yanyan was resenting him? He had also resented himself over the years, but there were some things he had to do, and Shan and Master also had to do them.

"Don't blame me for not coming back to see you. I knew you would have to come to me sooner or later? I really want to see how surprised you old guy is."

Yanyan patted the stupa expectantly.

"But since you passed by, you should come in and take a look? Otherwise you should blame me next time we meet."

Yanyan babbled about the future that he could see. He held a bottle of sake in his hand and sat in front of the stupa, drinking it. From time to time, he sprinkled some on the stupa.

"Don't tell me you don't drink. I don't believe you. You can't stop me from drinking."

"Senior brother Dilu has been standing there for a long time. You don't even dare to come and stop me, huh? Let that guy continue blowing the cold wind."

In just a hundred years of life, some people have to live an extremely boring life. They cannot laugh or cry. They dare not say what they say and dare not do what they do.

I don't know when Yanyan became extremely disgusted with Dilu's character.

He understands some truths? But old monk Shanhe is not only Dilu’s master, but also his master...

As if the mountain and the old monk were really in front of him, the tedious chores of Konoha? The height that was always laughed at by the family, the disobedient sister, the brother with unclear sexual orientation, were all talked about by Yanyan at this moment.

It's much easier to talk to the dead than to the living. At least you don't have to take out a skull-crushing hammer to convince people with reason.

Yanyan felt like a real eminent monk, one who could talk to the dead until dawn.

"Master, I have seen the path these guys are taking. There are too many wrong things here. They abandoned their humanity for the so-called Ninja Way and focused on killing and destruction."

"History is always similar. These so-called careerists are all cheap people who care about food but not fighting. If pain and fear cannot be deeply implanted in their bones, those who want to live a stable life will never find peace. .”

"Maybe one day this blood will be accidentally spilled on you. Please forgive me. Don't scold me when we meet again..."

"after all......"

"The devil who survives at the end is the savior."

"You say yes, Master."

This conversation that lasted almost a night was more like Yan Yan's process of seeking self-liberation. He clearly knew what kind of turmoil would arise in the seemingly calm ninja world in front of him in the future.

The destructive power of the Fourth Ninja World War could only make ordinary people wait for death, but the reason for starting the war was actually just for a woman.

From the perspective of a bystander, you will feel moved by this kind of love, but only when you are in it will you realize how ridiculous and boring the reason is.

Just like the villagers who were killed as if their lives were worthless, the innocent and powerless can only wait for death in ignorance.

As for why he died?

The reasons are just more boring than the last.

"Yan Yan Sang..."

Kurama Yakumo, who was rushing in from outside the cemetery, was also stopped by Kaoru.

Xiang Rin, who has Kagura's heart and eyes, clearly feels Yan Yan's seemingly free and easy sadness and suffering.

She didn't know how to comfort Yanyan, so it was better not to disturb her and just talk to herself to vent.

However, the sound still reached Yanyan's ears.

Some hazy red eyes turned around.

"Oh, are you here?"

"Who's here?"

Di Lu looked at Yan Yan's smiling mouth with confusion, but Yan Yan ignored it.

"Well, just like Yan Yansang guessed..."

In the dissatisfied eyes of Xiang Rin, Kurama Yakumo helplessly shrugged and walked towards Yanyan.

"But Kong has discovered Asimaban's gathering signal and plans to bring them back first."

On the way from Konoha, Enyan discovered that the massacred villages were not only in remote places, but also in villages closer to the Fire Temple and Konoha Outpost.

So much so that the ninjas at the Konoha outpost and the ninja monks at the Fire Temple were mobilized to places further away for protection and patrolling.

Oh, it’s just to make the tiger leave the mountain.

Yanyan did not remind Dilu, maybe out of revenge, he just wanted to stay by Shanhe's side.

As for the others, it would be better if they were dug out. Those who dragged Shan and the old monk to death, Yan Yan wished he could dig them out and whip their corpses with his own hands.

"No! Host!"

At this moment, a panicked voice came from outside the cemetery.

"Lord Peigen's coffin..."

Before he finished speaking, Dilu's eyes changed when he looked at Yanyan, and he shot out of the Temple of Fire in an instant.