The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

The 100th day of war

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Somewhere on Tomari Island was shrouded in fog, and a violent explosion was taking place on the beach.

In the battle, the two sides have distinctive characteristics. One is wearing brown, a vest with four raindrops on his head, and a forehead protector.

The other party is wearing white, with a "!?" cross tattooed on the collar of the combat uniform. Most of the pattern, and the small part of the combat uniform with black outlines is purple or blue. However, due to the blood and water, it is very difficult to distinguish the effects.

As the wounded and dead continued to collide with each other, the smell of blood filled the battlefield. It was thick in places and light in corners.

The bloodstains left on the beach from the last battle had not been washed away by a wave of waves, and the bloodstains were stained again.

About a quarter of an hour later, when the brown vests saw the white-clothed support troops arriving in the distance, they immediately jumped into the water and retreated.

A young ninja came to support, wearing blue clothes and white clothes, and complained.

"Now Kirigakure, sneak attacks are becoming more and more frequent. I don't know when they will end. Are Jiro sure that all Kirigakure have retreated?"

Called Jiro, wearing a blue robe and glasses, the young ninja closed his eyes and answered after sensing the mist.

"Ryota-kun confirmed that the Kiri ninja has left."

Jiro exhaled a breath, slumped his shoulders and looked at the battlefield being cleaned up on the beach. His companions in white couldn't help but sigh.

"This is a war. Both sides will use any means to kill each other. It can be clearly felt that the camp has become quite deserted recently."

As he spoke, he silently stepped forward and began to help clean up the corpses of his comrades.

After confirming the safety, Ryota silently came to Jiro's side to carry the body together.

After repeating lifting, moving and placing them several times, Jiro straightened up and looked at the piles on the beach, the corpses scattered everywhere, the ninja tools, large and small, different depths, and the potholes, and suddenly asked

"Ryota, why do you think we have to fight? Are there any ninjas who wear their lives on their belts every day?"

Ryota also looked at Jiro and saw that all this was not the first time he and Jiro came to the battlefield, but it was the first time Jiro asked him this question.

Ryota looked calmly in front of him and answered everything.

"Jiro, I remember that there was a country of fire in your family before. The only people who were civilians were their parents who were ostracized by the village and came to the country of waves."

Looking at Jiro who nodded, Ryota clenched his fist and said bitterly.

"I once lived in the Kingdom of Water. As an ordinary, civilian son, I used to live in the Island of Water, a coastal town. I saw my mother starve to death in front of me."

Ryota choked up with tears in his eyes.

"Before she died, my mother told me and my brother that we should eat her and live a good life with our flesh and blood. I also saw with my own eyes that my father was brutally killed by a fog ninja because he blocked his path.

"Without Lord Cardo, my brother and I would have probably died on the Water Island during the population relocation plan, and then people would eat us and survive with our flesh and blood."

Liangta didn't want to continue speaking, raised his eyes and looked at those floating corpses floating on the sea, gritted his teeth and said

"If you ask me why I fight, it's because it vents our emotions to the mist ninjas. We were born in the land of water, but we want to kill them. We are ninjas and powerful."

He raised his hand and pointed at the ninjas guarding the coast.

"Seeing those ninjas who are on the front line, most of them were born in the Kingdom of Water. Only they who are civilians can truly and personally feel that the Kingdom of Waves treats them, so they are fighting on the front line. Not only for the country of waves, but also to bid farewell to the miserable myself."

After finishing speaking, Ryota moved forward two steps and continued to repeat what he had done before, lifting, moving and putting down.

Jiro looked at Ryota in shock. They had known each other since the ninja school. They only knew that they were living in a very good family. They all worked hard and lived in a beautiful, small house. They had no worries about eating and drinking every day.

But he had never known those refugees from the Water Kingdom. In the past, he only occasionally heard about some tragic experiences, but he never thought that their lives were actually so miserable.

He can now understand why Terumi Mei-sama declared war at that time. Those ninjas from the Kingdom of Water at that time shouted excitedly, and he can also understand why when they heard that it was a war, those people acted like crazy when they heard the opportunity, demanding to go to the front line and fight with Kiri. A hidden fight.

During that period of life in the Land of Fire, vague memories suddenly appeared in Jiro's mind. It seemed that because he offended the town, the bully's family couldn't survive. In the end, he had to follow the arrival of the Wave Kingdom caravan to the Country of Waves. .

He remembered that the Kingdom of Waves was under construction at that time and he was only a child at that time. However, since then, he has grown up enjoying the various benefits of the Kingdom of Waves, and his family has no worries about eating and drinking, and he will not suffer from the surrounding environment. People who discriminated against me even got the opportunity to become a ninja.

Thinking of this, Jiro's eyes became deep and determined.

"Why do we need to fight? The reason is because I have the country of waves, ninjas!"

Jiro and the two men who caught up with Ryota sorted out the dead and silently recorded their names and identities on the death register.

After cleaning up the responsible area, Ryota saw a familiar figure who happened to be looking at him.

"Uncle Yuya, what was your result this time?"

Wearing black clothes and white clothes, the middle-aged ninja smiled.

"Our team has killed a lot of Kirigakure ninja this time. According to Iori-sama, one of them was a Kirigakure Jonin."

The three of them met each other while responding.

"Uncle, we are here to switch defenses this time, so you can go down and have a good rest."

Yuya couldn't remember how long he had been defending here. It might have been less than ten days, or it might have been more than a month. Calculating time is redundant for them, as if they are counting down their own lifespan. There was once a large group of people who could now breathe, but not much was left.

Yuya stepped forward and patted Ryota and Jiro on the shoulder, saying in a hoarse voice:

"I will go back first this time. We middle-aged and elderly genin who promised me not to die here have no hope of wearing your blue-edged robes in our lives.

"We can die here, but you have the future of the Country of Waves, so you must live if you want!"

Yu was also a little confused, and after staring at the two of them, he turned and left to inform the brigade that the others had changed their defenses.

Jiro touched the left shoulder that had just been patted and said slowly

"In Ryota's country of Waves, everyone has good people!"

A sudden burst of crying interrupted the conversation between the two of them.

A young man wearing a black robe was holding a corpse and crying.

"Why do we need little people like us to go to the battlefield! Why don't the adults above come!?"

Wearing a purple-edged robe, Jounin Iori slapped the crying man down, and the young man said with ironclad hatred.

"There is a war! Each of us needs to bear the responsibility. Do you think the adults above have not taken action? Half a month ago, Deidara-sama and Kimimaro-sama appeared on the battlefield in the east. Do you know what the result will be?"

Iori stared at the ground and said bitterly

"After that, those strong men used space ninjutsu to arrive at the east side of the battlefield a few hours later. The mountain directly turned into a basin. No matter whether there were enemies or friends, ordinary ninjas died, and only a few were completely clean. The person survived under the protection of Menma-sama."

Originally still crying, the young man put away all his emotions and remembered the earthquake half a month ago. He could not have imagined that something like this had happened there.

Seeing that he lost his expression, Iori continued.

"Then both sides restricted those who surpassed the jounin and came to the battlefield as ordinary ninjas to protect the weak and keep them safe."

As he said this, he glanced down at himself. The collar symbolized Jounin, and he smiled self-deprecatingly with a purple edge.

Standing nearby, Ryota and Jiro listened. It was clear to them that they had the most say in this matter. They were the few survivors of that battle.

From the time they first came because of Lord Deidara, they were ecstatic to the constant flashes of strong men, to dull and despairing when the surrounding terrain completely changed.

If Menma hadn't protected them in the end, they might have been buried in that basin.

This also made Jiro feel confused. The reason was that after witnessing that battle, he had doubts about his future and career as a ninja. Otherwise, he might have been desperate and gave up on ninjas. road.

Ryota, unlike Jiro, had the ability to shout at the young man on the ground.

"Do you think there will be no war for us? Do you think we can protect our hard-won life without fighting? Remember! The enemy will not let you go just because you give up resistance.

"Adults have guests wherever they go, but we are just a group of poor people who will achieve nothing if we don't struggle. If you still want to enjoy the beautiful life in the country of waves in the future, then go for it!

"When I left the Kingdom of Water, I already thought that I would fight to the end for my current life!"

Iori glanced at Ryota with admiration, Ryota was like this, the ninja army of the land of waves, the mainstream.

We all have gone through hard times, and some of our ideals and dreams are not real. Changes in life touch people's hearts. We all have to fight to protect our current life! Fight to say goodbye to the past and live a better life!