[Naruto] Can one still die without the Sharingan?

Lu Xun never said that the essence of human beings is true fragrance.

The eye roll is so delicious.

The area of ​​one square kilometer is not small. For Jing to run on his own, even if he adds a shadow clone, he would have to run for a long time. Once his eyes opened, his speed and efficiency would increase as fast as a tornado. They even found the secret room of the Uzumaki clan.

However, there were no secret scrolls in the secret room, only various masks hanging all over the wall, each of them stiff and strangely showing various expressions.

"What are these for..." Jing didn't dare to use her hands. She picked up a branch and picked up a mask to take a closer look.

"Are these masks related to the Uzumaki clan's sealing technique?" Neji asked.

"I can't tell." Jing didn't look at it much and quickly put it back.

"This place is secluded. It doesn't look like anyone has been here."

"Yeah, if it weren't for your white eyes, I definitely wouldn't have discovered this place." Jing looked around this strange noodle hall again and frowned in confusion.

"The fact that it is so hidden here is enough to show the importance of this place, but there is nothing here except these masks."

"These masks must be important, but we don't know their uses." Neji tilted his head, "You... want to take them back?"

"Forget it, just pretend you've never been to this place."

Jing gently hung the masks back on the wall, and then even pulled Neji to salute those masks. Neji was confused, but he still performed Shizu's salute and bowed three times in a formal manner.

"Is there anything wrong with those masks?" After coming out, Neji asked Jing.

"I can't tell what's wrong." Jing frowned and rubbed her arms, "But they give me a very bad feeling."

"It's like those masks are alive, but the aura on them...is all death."

Jing was not disappointed after leaving the hometown of the Uzumaki clan, because she had no intention of actually getting anything out of here from the beginning. She came here just to take a look and gain some knowledge.

How long will it take to completely erase all traces of a once prosperous village from the world? Jing didn't know, but a few years would definitely not be enough, and even more than ten years would not be enough. It might take decades, or even hundreds of years.

In short, Shizuo and Neji are now walking on the abandoned streets of Uzushio Village, looking at the houses that have not collapsed yet with emotion.

"Power is really awesome..." Jing said.

"If you are weak, people will bully you. If you are strong, people will be jealous. If you are neither strong nor weak, it will be difficult for you to get the right to speak. A popular bar will not be successful. If you go astray, you will not have restraint and will be easily targeted." Jing kicked one. Shi Zi tilted his head and looked at the deserted streets of Uzumaki Village, feeling a sudden sourness in his heart.

If one day, Uchiha also disappears overnight, will the streets in the Uchiha clan become like this?

"So if you want to blend in, you have to be neither strong nor weak, but if you want to get more say, either strength or wisdom, one of them must be superior to others." Neji frowned slightly, "It is best to be wisdom. .”

"Okay, there is progress." Jing turned around and praised with a smile.

The child who was praised was a little shy. He lowered his head slightly, but immediately raised it and turned his face towards the ruins in the distance.

"what happened?"

"There are people there." Neji confirmed, "But they don't look like ninjas. They are a group of ordinary people."

Ordinary people, what are ordinary people doing here?

Both of them were a little confused, and they quickened their pace and headed that way. There was no bunker on the ruins. They were marching, but they were also vigilant, but Neji's expression became more and more confused as they marched.

This is actually... a symphony orchestra?

"Wow..." Jing's eyes widened a bit.

Symphony orchestra, when the word "symphony orchestra" is mentioned, the only places that come to mind are the grand square and the concert hall. In any case, it cannot be associated with the ruins. But there was just such a group of people, wearing suits with small swallowtails and tube tops and low-skirts, sitting on top of the ruins and playing music.

This piece of music is another blow to Jing's barren imagination.

After discovering that they were a symphony band, Jing originally thought that they were the orphans of Uzushio Village, who came here to comfort the dead with music, but when they came over to listen to it, oh... this is more like a war song.

The tone of the shakuhachi is desolate and vast, and the breath sound it brings out is majestic and shrill. It is rough and has a delicate reverberation at the same time. Together with the gradually rising shamisen and taiko drums, it combines to create a gorgeous movement that makes people's blood boil.

In this movement, most of the other members of the band were reduced to audience members, just like Shizu and Neji who were standing not far away.

Soon, someone discovered someone who appeared on the ruins at the same untimely time as they did, but they did not make a sound and still listened intently to their companions' performance until the song ended and everyone put down what they were holding. , the conductor then turned back and looked at their only two spectators. He nodded slightly, then continued to conduct the next movement.

"Fuck!" After listening, Jing suddenly covered her mouth and let out a soft breath.

"What?" Neji immediately became alert.

"It's okay, it's just this band, I've heard of it." Jing blinked.

"It was a band established by a group of war orphans. Most of the music they produced was exciting. Some people joked that if their music was played during the war, the effect might be better than that of the Charge."

"Hmm..." Neji nodded, "I think so."

"But this band doesn't have a name. Fans gave them a nickname, Face Rolling Keyboard."

"what?"

"Because the names of their works are very weird and hard to pronounce. Everyone said that the main creator pressed his face against the keyboard and rolled them out. This is definitely a big obstacle that prevents them from becoming famous." Jing said, nodding seriously.

"Eh...but why is this happening?"

"Because he is a war orphan, he doesn't even have a name."

A group of people who had been devastated by the war and didn't even have names, but they didn't get depressed. They supported and helped each other, and finally became such a group, and then packaged this strength and bravery in their music, and sent it to To the whole world.

Jing suddenly squatted down and said something in Ningji's ear. Neji looked at her doubtfully, but finally shouted out.

"Encore!"

The band members who finished playing suddenly stopped packing their instruments. Neji glanced at Jing's expression and continued to shout loudly.

"Encore!"

The conductor smiled and waved everyone who was about to leave to sit down again.

Encore, the homophone of encore, means that fans request the band to return. They usually won't get bored and will be very happy, because it means that their music is recognized and liked by others.

But...which one should I return?

The conductor was also very confused. At this time, the disadvantages of those strange names came, but while he was still confused, a familiar melody came from beside the child.

The sound of the flute.

This was the war song they played at the beginning. Different from the desolate vastness of Shakuhachi, the sound of the flute was jumping and joyful, and the same melody was played with different feelings.

The flute player didn't want to join their performance, he just made a start because he couldn't name him, but the conductor thought thoughtfully for a while.

When the music started playing again, it was no longer the desolate world of Shakuhachi.

The jumping sound of the zither brings the exciting music into another chapter. The same melody, different instruments, and different playing methods make the war music a wonderful sound of nature that can only be heard on the road to heaven, making the blood flow. It became full of laughter.

"It's really amazing..." The song ended, but Neji murmured, still immersed in the music.

"Yeah, it's really amazing." Jingye said. The little effort she put in to cope with the clan's rituals was indeed incomparable to the professionals.

"Yeah, that's awesome."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar male voice sounded behind them, and then Neji felt a weight on his shoulders, and an exaggerated scythe was placed on his shoulders.

Alarm bells blared in Neji's heart. The two of them were immersed in the music and forgot to check the surrounding situation. People were so close and they hadn't noticed yet! He was about to violently resist, but suddenly he felt Jing holding his hand suddenly strengthened.

He forced himself to suppress his rapidly beating heart and watched Jing turn around.

"Brother, what are you doing? We don't know each other."

"Don't do anything!"

The person who came was a strangely dressed man with a slicked back hair, wearing a jacket and holding a sickle.

"You are a band, do you want to join our Evil God Cult? Lord Evil God will definitely like you." He put the scythe back on his shoulder, and his smile was somewhat sincere.