Dancer of Konoha

Chapter 22 Going Home

Dungeon introduction: This is a battleground for military strategists throughout the ages, and more than tens of millions of heroic souls have fallen there from ancient times to the present. Iron horses and glaciers, the battlefield is ruthless. Their battle has never stopped. Although their bodies have long since turned to dust, their souls will never fade away. The sky is filled with lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering around. Your appearance has given these countless resentful heroic spirits hope. Only you can help them escape...

Number of times performed today: 3/3

Dungeon mission: Successfully kill the heroic soldiers 1209/30000

Successfully killed 7/300 of the heroic centurions

Mission reward: One Zanpakutō (randomly selected)

Permanently increases speed by 5 points

Permanently increases physical fitness by 1 point

Permanently increases strength by 2 points

Permanently increases spirit by 5 points

Weapon introduction: The complete Zanpakutō (without sword spirit) comes from the world of death. The handle can transcend the undead and double the damage caused by attacking large creatures and energy aggregates. If the four-dimensional attribute exceeds 40, the initial solution will be activated. After the initial solution, all attributes will increase by 10 points. When the four-dimensional attribute exceeds 60, the swastika will be activated. After the swastika is solved, all attributes will be increased by 20 points.

People can hope because they cannot see death. ——A certain god of death

Additional skills: Primary spirit application

Skill introduction: Envy ninjas running on water? Don't worry, you can fly in the sky if you learn this.

Attribute information: (full value 100)

Power: 40.5

Speed: 40

Constitution: 47

Spirit: 49.3

Weapon: Ryuichimonji (rib difference) Ming Dynasty Fourteen Powers (modified version)

Weapon skills:

1: "Flash" (using skills consumes physical energy)

2: Specialization in the Fourteen Movements of the Ming Dynasty (Elementary)

Skill introduction:

1.: After using the skill "Dodge", you will block any physical attack within 180° directly in front of you, and will % rebound long-range physical attacks. The skill has no effect on energy attacks.

2: Specialization in the Fourteen Movements of the Ming Dynasty (elementary), using the Fourteen Movements of the Ming Dynasty will gain an attack bonus of 30% (can be upgraded)

"Crack...Crack..."

Yan Yan walked one foot deep and one foot shallow on the hill formed by a pile of white bones. In front of him, the centurion Yingling half-kneeled on the ground holding a huge sword. His armor was broken, and his bones were covered with cracks. He was completely lost. The combat power cannot move.

The sword is like a door panel. The side of the blade is full of pits and slash marks, and the blade has become like a jagged blade, announcing the brutal blow it suffered not long ago.

Yanyan casually wiped the dark box on the back of his waist, and bright silver knives jumped out from the mechanism at the mouth of the box and landed skillfully in Yanyan's palm.

Heaven, Earth, General, Dharma, Wisdom, Faith, Benevolence, and Courage, the eight-handled daggers have different shapes and lengths, like daggers, sword blades, spearheads, and moon wheels, and they are instantly fluttered under the shadow of Yan Yan's hand. Forming a black and silver spear.

"Let's go, Athena..."

With a flick of his wrist, the spear turned into a silver shadow and passed through the centurion's brow. It pierced the skull from top to bottom on the ground composed of corpses and bones, splashing up a burst of bone fragments.

The final blow from the knife used for torture also means that Yanyan vents the last bit of violent energy in his heart.

"I'm tired too..."

Yan Yan said lightly. He was sad and depressed and vented his anger in the dungeon all night. The effect was very good, but he was also exhausted physically and mentally.

The palm of his hand gently caressed Lao Dao's face on the box, and then disappeared into the copy.

"call......"

The mentally exhausted Yan Yan returned to reality, and the time was still bright with the moon in the sky. He gently closed his eyes, slowly exhaled the last bit of depression in his chest, and then fell into a deep sleep.

In the days that followed, Yan Yan practiced the Huang Ling Lu's sword in front of Kong's horrified eyes every day, from one knife to two knives, from two knives to three knives, the shadow of the knife flew and the wind flashed.

Seeing Yanyan's practice every day, Kong suddenly felt the pain of a knife scraping his bones, fearing that Yanyan would be hit by several random knives wandering around his body.

The knives of the Fourteenth Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty unexpectedly fit in with Yanyan.

It is difficult to create your own Huanglinglu Sword, but Yanyan has gradually found a path of his own.

Until half a year later...

"Hey, my dear grandson, grandma is here to pick you up..."

Before anyone arrived, the sound of Grandma Qin's joy spread to the backyard.

Ever since Akimichi took the piano and cursed at the Fire Temple a few years ago, all the Ninja monks in the Fire Temple had also stayed away. After all, he was someone who even the old abbot couldn't afford to offend, so he was too scared.

Moreover, Yan Yan has a high status in the Temple of Fire. After confirming his identity in front of the sealed iron wall, no one can stop the Changhe family from entering the Temple of Fire, and no notification is needed.

Because the murderous and violent spirit has been quite strong recently, Yanyan is currently copying scriptures with Kong in the courtyard to eliminate the violent spirit and calm his mind.

Suddenly hearing her grandma's voice coming from far away, Yanyan raised her head in surprise, showing a smile that Sora had not seen for a long time.

"Deng, Deng, Deng..."

There was a rush of footsteps, and Grandma Chuqin appeared quickly, hugging her grandson with a smile on her face, and happily kissed Yan Yan on both cheeks.

Grandpa Changhe came panting in small steps from behind, holding the door of the courtyard and looking at his eager wife with a look of helplessness and doting on his face.

"Grandma, I've grown up, I don't need to be hugged anymore..."

Seeing Sora next to him with an expression of surprise and envy, Yanyan was a little embarrassed and struggled to get down, but she didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting Grandma Qin.

"Oh, you will always be a little baby in front of grandma."

Grandma Qin pretended to be angry and said, but she also put down the shy Yanyan.

Rubbing his hot little face, he looked at his precious grandson carefully and said bitterly:

"We'll settle the score with Shan and that old guy when he comes back. My sweet grandson's big dark eyes have turned blood-red. It's scary and ugly."

Yanyan smiled bitterly and resisted grandma's face-rubbing attack to a small extent.

"Okay, don't waste time, go and clean up quickly, Wu Jie, Yun Qi and Tian Tian are waiting for us to go home."

Grandpa Changhe's voice sounded weakly from behind Grandma Chuqin.

Grandma Tieqin, who was interrupted from playing with her grandson, looked at her disgraced husband with a cold expression.

Grandpa Changhe, who realized that he had taken a narrow path, smiled bitterly and waved his hand to Yanyan, indicating that Yanyan should go quickly.

Thank you brave man for saving me, I will be rewarded in the future.

Yanyan cupped her hands in front of Grandpa Changhe to express her gratitude for the life-saving grace.

As he turned around, Yanyan suddenly saw Kong looking at him blankly, his ears drooping like a little fox, as if he wanted to pull Yanyan's sleeve but didn't dare.

Seeing this, Yanyan chuckled and turned around and asked loudly:

"Grandpa, how about having one more person in the family in the future?"

"Ok?"

Changhe, who was begging for mercy from his wife, turned his head and looked at Kong when he heard his grandson's question.

"Is it this little guy? There is no problem, if his elders agree."

As an invisible direct descendant of the Hokage line, with Masakawa as a guarantee, it was easy to bring back a child with a clean background from the Fire Temple.

"Of course I agree."

Yan Yan smiled and took the initiative to grab Sora's wrist, turned around and walked towards the Zen room.

"I am his elder..."

The two packed their bags, and Yanyan put on the black monk's robes that his master left for him. After leaving two letters in the Zen room of the old monk Shanhe, he was bid farewell by the Ninja monks of the Fire Temple and got on the train to go home. The carriage and the long convoy set off again.

On the way, Enyan told the two old men about Kong's origins and how he had been made into a pseudo-Jinchuuriki by his own father and was completely sacrificed.

"Alas...he is a poor child."

Grandma Tieqin gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The two old men, who were born in the war years, were used to seeing too much misfortune and hearing too much cruelty in the ninja world.

Grandpa Changhe patted Kong’s head comfortingly and said in a loud voice:

"It's no problem. Just report it to Lord Sandaime Hokage in advance. Besides, you have the ability to suppress the burst of Sora Chakra."

"Is it Sora? My child, the Changhe family will be your home from now on. Live well."

Grandma Tieqin took up her right hand, which was full of bandages, and said seriously.

For those of them who have lived through the war era, living well is the most sincere blessing.

At this time, Sora's eyes were red and filled with tears that he couldn't hold back.

Facing this sudden kindness and warmth, he was moved and at a loss as if he were seeing Yan Yan for the first time.

Holding back his sore nose, he said in a muffled voice:

"Thank you...um...thank you..."

Sora didn't know how to address the two old men in front of him, and his words stuttered.

Grandma Toriqin saw Sora's embarrassment, gently patted the back of Sora's hand and said warmly:

"Just call us grandparents from now on..."

Hearing these words, Kong could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and big tears fell one after another on the back of Grandma Toriqin's hand.

When Grandma Tieqin saw this, she took Kong into her arms without hesitation and comforted the poor child in front of her.

Kong's eyes were wide open as he looked at the clothes in front of him in disbelief. After feeling the sudden warmth, an uncontrollable sob suddenly sounded in the old lady's arms.

Seeing this scene, Yan Yan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly:

"Go home, Sora."