I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Eight years old? Live in Hell's Kitchen? Ordinary person?"

Several people looked at each other with a look like you're kidding me and scratched their faces.

"This is a bit hard to bear. Don't you have a relative named Matt Murdock? He's not afraid of walking at night even though it's late at night."

The writer shook his head and shrugged expressionlessly.

"Daredevil? Forget it, that's the star of Hell's Kitchen. I'm an orphan. I can't reach that kind of big shot."

Several people tilted their heads and communicated with their eyes for a while. They could smell the pungent sour smell even from a distance. There must be a story between these two people.

But this has nothing to do with them. They have never been in the habit of snooping into other people's private lives. If they paid attention to trivial things, their relationship would have broken down long ago. People, if they want to stay on good terms, they have to always maintain a little bit of care. The sense of mystery is like the black lace, which is the essence of the wisdom of the ancestors.

"Cough cough."

The missionary covered his mouth and coughed twice. The topic went off the rails, and the muscles on his face tightened.

"Are you sure an eight-year-old orphan can survive three days in Hell's Kitchen?"

The writer spread his hands.

"Otherwise? I am the official spokesman appointed by Hell's Kitchen, and the winner of the Good Street Citizen Award for three consecutive years. Don't make things so complicated. Bald Eagle is a legal society, and the right to use guns is written into the Constitution. "Amendment", I have the power to give you, don't use it in vain, if you don't make a decision when something happens, it will be over, it's all like this over there, don't think about being special all day long."

As he spoke, he raised his legs, raised his legs again, raised his legs again, and went back and forth four or five times before his short legs could be placed on the table, and his whole body was filled with the aura of a boss. , but the short figure and cute Spongebob pajamas are not big enough.

He moved his middle finger to the temple, and a soft voice came out of his mouth, but it seemed that he had taken everything lightly.

"Modern society is just good and convenient. As long as you have a gun, you can be as lethal as a three or four-year-old baby, let alone an eight-year-old. Don't look at me like this. In the eyes of ordinary people, I am a sharpshooter, super strong. .”

Putting aside the writer, the four of them made eye contact for a while, nodded, and reached an agreement.

Sure, this is a piece of trash with a cute face.

Sharpshooter?

Can AK47 kill Madara Uchiha?

The answer, the answer is maybe, there is no AK47 in the ninja world, which is very annoying.

Turning away, several people sat upright, and the chain of contempt spread out again. After the poet, the writer became the lowest among all personalities.

However, being weak does not mean being abandoned. Potential can be tapped. Look at how useless the poet was at the beginning. Now that he has developed, isn't it quite delicious to be domineering?

This Marvel world has a lot of potential at first glance. Anyway, it should be better than the pirates, especially Dormammu, who is the master of the dark dimension and a rare big man in the multiverse. He probably tastes like chicken. Taste, crunchy and crunchy.

Several people licked their mouths involuntarily. It was getting late and they were craving for a midnight snack.

Feeling the hunger in his belly, the missionary waved his hand impatiently.

"Forget it, no matter so much, let's start interacting now."

Listening to the missionary's words, the writer was a little confused, but pretending, he folded his hands together with several others.

There was another sultry moan.

A cloud of black air came out of the writer's mouth, and majestic power spurted out from his chest. This was a feeling he had never felt before.

"Is this the real power?"

His little eyes widened, and he felt that the little pride he had in the past was lost to the dog. Guns, guns were nothing in front of this power.

The missionary grinned.

"How's it going? Do you like this feeling of power? Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to grow up?"

The smile on his face was extremely warm. He was a religious person, but once he got serious, he would even dare to fool himself.

That kind of behavior is no different from the weird uncle who uses lollipops to lure people to look at goldfish.

The writer nodded, his fists clenched tightly and his eyes intense.

"Of course, I've never felt better."

The missionary turned sideways from his chair and patted the writer on the shoulder. His left hand felt like a huge weight.

"Very well, I'll leave those Mumu to you."

"Hey?"

The writer's expression froze, as if he had taken on an incredible task.

There was another commotion, and the doctor suddenly knocked on the table and stood up.

"By the way, I almost forgot, there's one more thing. I'm going to the front line in a few days, so I won't be able to come to the meeting."

……

The Bear Country is really not a big country. In this vast ninja world, it might be more appropriate to call it a small country.

This is not an ordinary small country, this is a small country within a small country between the Kingdom of Wind and the Kingdom of Earth, where even the most basic political power is unstable.

This ninja world is very cruel. Not only are there the five major countries with high standards, but even the small countries are divided into three, six, and nine.

The most transcendent among them are naturally the Iron Country, the home of samurai, and the Oni Country, the private territory of shrine maidens. They are located on the border and are permanently neutral countries. They hardly participate in the struggle of tolerance, and have independent economic systems and armed forces. The residents The standard of living is catching up with the five major countries, and even higher than that of some major countries. After all, there is no shortage of water and no sandstorms.

The second is the Country of Rain. Although its economic strength and living standards are not very good, and it sometimes becomes a battlefield for great powers, in terms of armed strength, it is definitely the best in the ninja world and steadily controls the power of great powers. After being ranked first, Sanshouyu Hanzo could survive for a day. Even the five major countries could not underestimate the power of the Rain Ninja Village.

Once again, the Country of Grass is the best. It has independent armed forces and a relatively stable political power. It is swinging between big countries. It cannot be said how good it is, but it is always okay to eat some leftovers.

As for the lowest level of small countries, that is the Bear Country. Not to mention the independent armed forces, even the daimyo and a group of ministers are still in exile abroad. They have completely become a buffer zone between big countries. If it were not for other big countries holding them back. As well as avoiding local battles, I am afraid that even the name Bear Country will be taken away by the Kingdom of Wind and the Kingdom of Earth.

The ninja world is so cruel, the strong live and the weak die.

The border of the Kingdom of Wind is the hinterland of the Kingdom of Bears. It is also the place where the local war between the Sand Ninja and the Rock Ninja is most intense.

The wind is howling. This is the hot and dry wind coming from the south. It is carrying sand and dust. There is no humidity inside. All you can see are bumpy rocks and sparse yellow sand. Occasionally, you can see two-leaf yellow-green shrubs. , this is the scenery of the Bear Country, slightly better than the Wind Country.