Konoha's journey to find eternal life

Konoha, the secret base.

"Hey, why is it gone? It's here. Father Photon, I really didn't lie to you, the savior was hiding here before..."

Fuchimaru rushed to the bottom of the bed with ease, but Ke Liangyi had cleaned up everything before leaving, so naturally he couldn't find anything.

Deceit is capital crime!

Seeing Mitsuko's increasingly ugly face, Fuchimaru trembled with fear.

It's over, it's over, it's over, I'm sorry fellow Rat Clan, Fuchimaru may have to go first...

Roll your eyes!

Photon rolled his eyes again, not because he trusted Fudimaru's words.

Rather, the area under the bed that Fudimaru was pointing at was indeed cleaner than the rest of the room.

The details determine success or failure. After all, Ryoichi is still too young to count. The reason for his exposure is that he cleaned up too cleanly.

Under the blank eyes, Photon is like opening a perspective plug-in, and no corner in the room can't hide from Photon's eyes.

"No, still not..."

Scanned around and around, but everything in the room was normal.

Just when Photon was about to take back the state, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the abnormality on the beams and columns of the house.

"There is something!"

Photon jumped up to the roof in one step, and then saw him rubbing Newton on the ground and hanging upside down on the roof.

The stack of handwritten manuscripts perfectly stored in the beams and columns of the house appeared in his eyes, which shocked Photon extremely.

Almost instantly, he agreed with the fact that Fuchimaru said that Ryo will escape for a while.

Apart from using wooden escape, there is no other way in the world that can pretend to be so natural!

take it out?

Photon pondered, hesitated for a long time and still didn't make a move.

He just widened his eyes and carefully observed the content described in the manuscript.

"Text mixed with symbols..."

Photon is not proficient in deciphering code words, so he can only memorize the above content by rote.

But the more I looked at his face, the more frightened I became.

Words such as Sharingan, Bingdun, etc., made his scalp tingle.

In the 54th year of Konoha, the Uchiha clan was wiped out...

In the article [Sharingan Transplantation Technology], the only remaining plot oracle paragraph in the manuscript was seen by Photon.

Mainly because the method of obtaining the Sharingan was too dangerous, Photon ruled out this research topic very early.

So much so that the manuscript of sharing eye transplantation is the shortest manuscript.

Photon's mind is to start deciphering from the simple (few words).

"Father Photon, are you okay?"

Seeing that Mitsuko had been staring at Fangzhu in a daze, Fuchimaru couldn't help asking.

"You said that Ryoichi is your son of prophecy, so can Ryoichi also predict the future?"

"Great, Father Photon, you finally believe that the savior is the son of our prophecy! In the prophecy of our Mouse God Mountain, the savior is an omnipotent and powerful existence!"

As soon as Fuchimaru heard Photon's question, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Although it doesn't know why Photon suddenly believed that Ryoichi Kinoshita was the son of their prophecy.

But his own life was finally saved, anyway, it is right to praise the savior.

To save the existence of Shushen Mountain, can he not be strong?

"Oh, really?"

"Well, the savior is omnipotent, so he must know the past and the future."

Never mind him, flattering is right!

But Fuchimaru's flattering remarks, Mitsuko believed.

The story of Liang Yihui Mu Dun is true, and it may not be unbelievable that he is the prophesied son of Shushen Mountain.

After all, in a world where there is a god of death, Photon has reasons to believe in all kinds of strange things.

"In the 54th year of Konoha, the Uchiha clan was wiped out..."

Photon kept reading that paragraph of text silently in his heart, hesitating whether to tell Hokage-sama this prophecy.

"Let's go, let's go home."

After forcefully writing down the contents of the manuscript, Photon waved to Fuchimaru and said softly.

"Yeah, Father Photon."

Fuchimaru was so happy that he crawled up the leg of Guangzi's trousers.

The shadow of death is lingering, and the mood is clear.

late at night.

Photon couldn't sleep all night, after hesitating again and again, he shook Keiko awake.

Then tell Keiko the prophecy seen in Ryoichi's manuscript, and ask for her opinion on whether to tell the above about it.

"no!"

Without thinking, Keiko directly rejected Photon's proposal to report the prophecy.

Are you kidding, our Ryoichi is still so young, if people know his secret, why not lock him up as a monster?

Between the village and the child, Keiko stood beside the child unconditionally.

Photon how can not understand.

Konoha is not as simple as it seems on the surface. As a branch member of the Hyuga family, he is well aware of the existence of status, status and rights, as well as the various operations hidden under the surface harmony.

"Well, then we will rot this matter in our stomachs."

Photon kissed Keiko's forehead and made up his mind.

"By the way, that eight-grandmother's mouse, we can't let it talk nonsense in the future."

Keiko added another sentence before going to bed.

"Well, I will definitely not let it talk nonsense."

Poor Fuchimaru doesn't know at this moment, it thinks that everything will be fine if it tells the truth, but it doesn't know that Photon has already planned in his heart, how to make him shut up his nonsense...

-

Three days later, outside Muye Village.

Photon led the team to patrol outside the village as usual, as Konoha's first barrier, the patrol members did not dare to be sloppy during their duties, and all of them carefully observed everything around them with full concentration.

"Captain, there is movement ahead!"

At this time, Haruhiko Onue, who is good at chakra perception, suddenly called out to Photon.

"Blind eyes!"

Photon immediately opened his eyes and looked in the direction prompted by Haruhiko Onoe.

Then two touches of crystals appeared in Photon's eyes.

The two silhouettes running around the main road from the distant jungle are Kinoshita Ryoichi and Uchiha Terakin.

"What happened to the captain?"

"It's Kinoshita Ryoichi, my son, he's back..."

Photon said excitedly, leaving behind three teammates and rushing towards Ryoichi.

"Ryoichi!"

"dad."

Photon rushed up and embraced Ryoichi in his arms.

Before he had time to tell his thoughts, he found Asiya Sarutobi on Ryoichi's shoulder and Shiori Senju in Uchiha Temple's golden arms.

For more than ten days, the unpleasant smell emanating from the two of them could no longer be concealed.

That smell indicates that Asiya and Shiori have passed away for many days.

"them……"

When Asiya and Shiori were mentioned, Ryoichi and Terakin were silent for a while.

It was still Sijin who was stronger, and said in a vibrato: "We brought Mr. Asiya and Shiori home."

What happened to the two children?

What happened to Asya's team?

Photon realized the seriousness of the problem, and immediately notified his subordinates to come, and at the same time ordered them to report the incident.

"I will do it myself!"

When Onoue Haruhiko reached out to take Senju Shiori, Uchiha Terakin directly refused with a strong attitude and a resolute expression.

"Let them..."

Photon choked up and waved to his subordinates, motioning for them to take their teammates home by themselves.

The news quickly spread to the Hokage Building.

When the third generation rushed to the entrance of the village to greet them, Kinoshita Ryoichi and Uchihaji Kongo just stepped into the gate of Konoha.

A strong smell permeated the entrance of the village, but none of the people nearby showed disgust.

Everyone lowered their heads sadly.

Fallen leaves return to their roots.

Konoha has many heroes who can't come back.

"Asya..."

The crowd dispersed automatically, and the third generation moved closer to Ryoichi, stretching out his trembling hands to caress Asiya's already festering face.

At that moment, he seemed to have aged many years again...