The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

country of vortex

"Sir, I discovered some interesting things when I was looking for information about the Kingdom of Ghosts and the Kingdom of Swamps."

Wearing a white robe with gold trim, Kisame grinned and Yumasa stood in front of Menma's desk with excitement to report on his work.

"We found that they have a thousand-year-old country in history. Although the name has not been recorded, according to intelligence, this ancient country has unified the world and was established earlier than the five major countries."

Kisame's little eyes bloomed with a glimmer of light.

"Sir, I suspect that ancient country is the Yunjin Empire!"

Menma glanced at the information presented by Kisame and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, it seems that the history of many countries has indeed hidden many secrets that are worth discovering. There are Miko and Demons, and a pair means a combination."

As he spoke, Menma stood up and ordered to Kisame:

"I am that mark and have reached that position. It's time for me to leave. I will step up my exploration of the monuments in various countries and unearth the truth about this thousand-year-old country that I want to bury!"

",!grown ups!"

Kisame showed his fangs in excitement. It was so interesting to witness a long-standing secret being revealed!

Menma nodded with satisfaction, shook his robe, and disappeared in a flash.

Ghost Country

"Tch! Don't stay with me all the time! Aren't you afraid of death?"

Shion, who had long off-white hair, was walking in the corridor of the shrine maiden's mansion, looking at the attendants following her with an unhappy expression.

"Protecting witches is our responsibility!" The fat and thin bodyguards said firmly at the same time.

Ziyuan curled her lips, looked at a building next to her, rolled her eyes, and gave instructions.

"Okay, okay, okay, I want to go to the library to look at the books. Just wait here!"

",! Miko-sama!" The two guards bowed and stayed where they were.

Ziyuan secretly laughed in her heart, breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to the library, pushed the door in, and closed the door behind her back.

"Are you the miko-sama of this demon kingdom? When we first meet, my name is Uzumaki Menma!"

Just as she closed the door, Ziyuan suddenly heard a voice coming from behind her and her body froze. However, she felt that the gentle male voice contained no malice. Ziyuan took a deep breath and resisted the urge to call someone.

She restrained herself and turned around slowly, looking past the rows of bookshelves and finally landing on the chair by the window. Sitting there was a handsome young man with red hair and blue eyes wearing a white robe. He was holding a seemingly heavy book in his hand.

The soft sunlight slanted in from the window and shone on him, plating his whole body with a layer of golden yellow.

Ziyuan felt her heart pounding and stared blankly at the person opposite her for a long time. Only then did she come back to her senses and remember this place. She was in the library. She raised her head and held her chest out, pretending to be majestic and asked.

"I am Shion, the contemporary shrine maiden of the land of ghosts! Why do you appear here!"

Shion took a few steps forward and looked at Menma curiously. She wanted to know that her mansion was heavily guarded and it was impossible for ordinary people to sneak into it.

"I came here because I wanted to know the story between a miko and a monster."

Menma replied without raising his head, keeping his mind on the scroll that recorded the history of miko.

Ziyuan frowned and asked with a bit of displeasure.

"So you want to break the seal of the monster demon?"

Menma smiled softly, stopped flipping through his hands, raised his head and looked at the innocent girl in front of him, and said softly.

"Miko Shion, it's your duty. I've never read all the books here. Some of them are very important. The books are covered with dust."

Ziyuan looked at him in confusion. She really hadn't read a few books, but what did this have to do with him? She said impatiently

"So what does this have to do with whether you can unblock the monsters or not?"

Menma raised the corners of his mouth slightly and waved his hand, holding the scroll in his hand and saying word by word.

"Because there are mikos and monsters and sprites, in fact, they are one body!"

"impossible!"

After hearing this, Shion rejected Menma's point of view without thinking. She quickly stepped forward and snatched the book from Menma's hand and started to read it.

Menma watched Shion grab the scroll without any hurry, sat quietly aside, watched her throw herself into it without any defense in front of him, and shook her head helplessly.

He has been here for a while. There are records here of all the shrine maidens of the Kingdom of Ghosts over the past thousand years. They are written in various handwritings. There are many unknown secrets, but many of them have been covered with a thick layer of dust. There are many. The content is a bit blurry due to the age.

Menma never expected that there would be such a treasure trove here. There are even records of the methods used by mikos to master the power of demons. Looking at the thick layer of gray that stood out in the sunlight, Menma couldn't help but sigh. The recent mikos are simply amazing. , squandering natural resources means having no knowledge and no skills.

After a while, Ziyuan burst out with a series of questions while holding the book.

"Why! Why is this the truth? If this is the case, what's the point of what I'm doing now?!"

Ziyuan looked at the scroll in her hand that recorded some emotional breakdowns, as if everything she had done was shattered in an instant.

"The truth is even more absurd than the story. It is the shrine maiden who has been protecting peace and sealing the monster. However, this is not the end of the story."

Menma saw that Shion's attention was successfully attracted to her, and then slowly seduced him:

"The ending of the story should be that the witch completely mastered the power of the sprites, told the world that the sprites completely disappeared, and finally became the guardian of the world."

After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the slight change in his face with interest. Did Ziyuan ask?

"How about the ending of this story? At the end is the miko! Miss Shion."

"This"

Ziyuan showed a trace of hesitation, but then remembered that she was on a mission and said with a look of disdain.

"Why should I believe you? No matter what is recorded in this, no, it is true that as a miko, I am the one who sticks to it!"

"Does this perseverance include sacrificing oneself or helplessly watching this country be destroyed?"

Menma's sarcastic expression was a smile and his gentle tone was hitting the opponent's pain point.

"you"

Before Ziyuan could say anything, her voice was numb and she said with emotion.

"Do you know? The weak are like an ant pinched in the hand in front of the strong. They have life and death in just a moment. They have the power to master the power and the qualifications to be talented against those who are above. People say 'no'."

As Menma spoke, Shion looked at the slightly shaken eyes and said softly.

"It's like a sprite and you are like me and you. You want to be the patron saint of this country but, you can't do anything."

In the soft voice of Menma, Shion suddenly saw a scene with blood everywhere.

The endless terracotta warriors and horses flattened the Kingdom of Ghosts, destroying all the villages along the way and killing all the people she knew well one by one.

In the end, she was forced into the palace of the Kingdom of Ghosts by a strange-looking person with a demonic aura, and she helplessly watched as it cruelly devoured her.

Ziyuan was shaken all over and woke up from the genjutsu. She was breathing heavily. She didn't even have time to think, so she quickly glanced around to make sure that what just happened was nothing, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

After this wave of baptism, she stared blankly with purple eyes at the sight of facial numbness and resemblance, and asked herself again about whether facial numbness and resemblance were there, and then asked herself

"Is this true? Is it true that I can be so powerless for one day?"

Menma didn't make a sound, but looking at her no longer questioning expression, Menma knew that she had accepted this as her fate.

"jingle!"