Naruto: The Legend of Mortal Bone Ninja

There is a little boy above the dim heart lake, which is emitting glistening white light. The little boy squats on the lake and keeps sketching something with his fingers.

The round spheres are strung on the branches, which is a childlike and innocent grape.

When the little boy in white painted the last stroke, an old piece of drawing paper floated up from the lake of his heart. A beautiful little red flower was pasted on the drawing paper, and there were foreign words on the drawing paper that the little boy did not recognize. It's marked on the lower right:

Congratulations to XXX, a middle class child from Ziteng Kindergarten for winning the Excellence Award.

There is a layer of fog in the place of the name, which is a fragment of memory. The surname is one character and the first name is two characters.

"What are you doing."

A hoarse and slow voice came from behind the little boy. The little boy was not frightened at all. He stood up and turned around with his hands behind his back, showing a big and bright smile.

"I'm looking for you, uncle."

It was a filthy black figure with the size of an adult, with holes everywhere in his body like a rag, and thick black smoke rising slowly from his body, barely maintaining a human appearance.

"Uncle, can you tell me your name?"

the little boy asked.

"The name is...Li Zhen..."

The black shadow slowly said the name, and the little boy who seemed to be made of pure light pouted in dissatisfaction, put his hands on his hips and said.

"That's not right... Li Zhen, that's my name."

The little boy named Li Zhen said this.

The thick smoke on the black shadow stopped rising as if time had stopped, gradually stabilized and then slightly solidified the illusory figure.

"Really, do you... want to take your body back?"

The nameless black shadow said calmly.

The white shadow of the little boy shook his head and said with a smile.

"I didn't have that plan."

The white shadow turned around and walked on the dim lake of his heart. It was the life he had given up. He gave up on living, and only then was the broken black shadow taking advantage of it.

This world is full of things that make Bai Ying feel painful.

In the Iron Kingdom, which is shrouded in cold ice and snow all year round, countless people freeze to death every year, and homeless orphans are the most miserable among them.

But what is colder than that day is the heart of a fellow human being.

In order to grab a scrap of food from the garbage dump, the struggle between peers is not bad, but wild cats and dogs are the biggest enemies.

Suffering discrimination from the common people, being enslaved by gangs, being forced to do thefts they don't like, being caught, being beaten...

It's all bad stuff, and it's painful to be alive.

In the end, he was sold to the man in white by the gangster and was torn into pieces as a person's last fig leaf. He was tied to the operating table like chicken, duck and fish on the chopping board. Anesthetics are very expensive and cannot be used cheaply. Experimental animals, so under Bai Ying's extremely clear and frightened gaze, the scalpel slowly cut into the young flesh...

It was a wonderful experience, like watching a moving picture. The little boy watched his body in action...suffering from a third-party perspective.

Even if the body changes its owner, nothing has changed. It is better to say that the new owner, who is always struggling, lives a more miserable life than the little boy who gave up his life.

The so-called fighting with humans means that when you kill the other person, you also kill yourself.

The little boy saw a more tragic way of survival in that picture, including the shadow's and other people's.

It's so painful. If I have to experience so much pain while living, then let me...

"I'm leaving. Uncle, how long are you going to live? Sadly, when will you no longer need to live?"

This was the first and last meeting. If the black shadow hadn't exhausted its chakra, the white shadow wouldn't have had the chance to appear in front of him.The little boy turned around, white smoke slowly rose from his body, and his figure became thinner, but his little face was full of a relieved smile.

Compared with the huge soul that is still persistent and tenacious even if it decays, this young and fragile soul has no chance of winning from the beginning, and he has never had the idea of ​​winning.

But for these two people, no one knows which one is happier.

"..."

The black shadow didn't respond, just stared at him calmly.

"Ah, can you finally tell me your uncle's name?"

It was clear that he was about to disappear again, and it was clear that it was the death he had longed for, but at the last step, the little boy who was about to disappear had a simple desire to talk to someone.

Generally speaking, no one can survive by stealing other people's names casually, right?Since you are an adult, you will always have your own name.

The true appearance was obscured by the smoke, and the hesitation only lasted for a moment. The black figure showed a slightly evil smile and spoke word by word.

"No - tell - tell - you -"

"Ah, that's too much! Then... I'll give you the name Li Zhen. It was originally borrowed from my dead companion. I'm going to find her."

"..."

"Goodbye, well, I probably won't see you again. Bye, uncle."

Darkness once again enveloped the heart lake, and this time there would be no more light to cause trouble, making the place return to its original lifeless and dark appearance.

Li Zhen walked on the dark lake and came to the old paper with grapes on it. Nostalgia flashed in his eyes. This was something that had been forgotten for a long time. He didn't expect that the boy would dig it out. .

Speaking of which, I really liked drawing when I was a child. What were your initial thoughts?I can’t remember clearly, but it was probably the excitement I felt when I picked up a paintbrush for the first time, and the imagination that only existed in my mind emerged on paper?A simple joy that only belongs to naive children.

At that time, I came into contact with Dragon Ball, City Hunter and other comics, and I had an inexplicable urge to express that handsome or beautiful figure on the white paper. I seem to have drawn Ultraman, but the best one was In Bleach, Gin Ichimaru smiled sadly at Rangiku when he defected from Soul Society.

At first I just covered the comic with white paper and traced the edges very laboriously. Gradually, I figured out how to draw even without tracing the edges, and I kept finding new fun...

"Can you make money from this kind of thing!?"

After being discovered, in addition to being severely beaten, the thick stack of drawing paper was crumpled and torn into pieces. Because it was too thick and difficult to tear, the man threw it into the toilet and burned it to ashes with a lighter.

After that, I would occasionally draw some curse paintings in which the person was burned, pierced with swords, crushed by tanks, bombed by planes, drained of blood, pierced by stakes, and devoured by wild beasts. Now that I think about it, it was too naive. .

But in the end, I still failed to embark on the road of painting. If everything went well at that time...

When Li Zhen stretched out his hand to touch the old paper, the grape painting slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.

"..."

Nostalgia and unnecessary distractions are left behind. The past is gone. It is rubbish and has no value of recall. Looking forward, moving forward and not stopping is the way to survive.

The shadow raised his head and looked at the boundless darkness above his head. This was good, it was the best time to sleep, right?

"I'm not old enough to be called uncle yet, brat."