Naruto: I take the system through time

"Teacher, Tsunade is suitable!

She is one of the three ninjas with outstanding abilities. She is also the granddaughter of the First Hokage. She has a good network of connections and is the most suitable successor. "

Hiruzen took a deep breath from his pipe. Sparks flickered at the holder and light white smoke came out. He looked at Jiraiya and whispered, "Tsunade is indeed a more suitable successor, but like you, she is elusive and difficult to contact. .

I will discuss your ideas with the senior management and the matter is pending.

When you come back this time, I want you to help me investigate something. "

Seeing Hiruzen waving, Jiraiya took two steps forward and leaned forward to listen.

"Recently, a powerful mysterious man appeared in the village. He is knowledgeable about the past and present, and can predict the unknown. He has saved me from danger several times, but never revealed his identity.

I would like to ask you to secretly investigate this mysterious man and find out the motives and purposes of his actions.

Whether he is friend or foe, Konoha must be wary of this powerful force. "

Jiraiya's brows gradually tightened and his face became serious. He couldn't help but connect this mysterious person with the senjutsu user mentioned by Fukasaku Sennin.

“I will look into the matter.

Teacher, I still don’t understand something, I hope you can clear it up. "

Hiruzen put the pipe back into his mouth and started smoking heavily.

"There is a tense atmosphere everywhere in the village. What happened?"

"Ugh……"

Hiruzen let out a long sigh, the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as if they had been carved by a file, and his face showed endless vicissitudes of life.

"Recently, monsters that look like humans but not humans have appeared in various villages for no apparent reason. There are the dead who have been buried for several years, some who are injured, some who are in their twilight years, and some who are young and thin. They all have purple skin, black eyeballs, and... It swells like an inflated rubber ball and attacks living people wantonly.

The village has strengthened its defenses to resist the attacks of these living dead. Now that the village is short of manpower, they have to wait for Yukari and Naruto to return to the village to carry out investigation tasks. "

Jiraiya nodded understandingly, exchanged a few words and left the Hokage's office building.

In the Ninja Hospital, the corridor is filled with the smell of disinfectant. Ordinary people without chakra are twisting and crawling on the cold floor in pain. Their hands are covered with fine needles. Medical ninjas are carrying blood-stained stretchers from They rush among them, racing against death.

The shrill wails reached Jiraiya's ears one after another, reminding him of the ninja war a few years ago, which was the same painful scene at that time.

"Master, what are you?"

The old man's face was covered with brown spots and deep wrinkles. There was a dark green under his eyelids. The corners of his slightly drooped mouth slowly moved and he said hoarsely, "The living dead came out of nowhere and climbed into my window last night, pressed me on the bed and tore me apart." Bite and beat, but fortunately my son who is a ninja is at home. He heard the cry for help and rushed into the bedroom to deal with the monster, otherwise..."

As he spoke, the old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers curled into eagle claws. One of his ears was bitten off by the living dead, and now it is tightly bandaged like Van Gogh.

Jiraiya put his broad, dry palms on the uncle's shoulders. He comforted the weeping uncle with a steady and powerful voice. His firm eyes made the uncle couldn't help but believe that the living dead would really disappear soon.

"Take care. You are fighting on the front line and are the most vulnerable to danger. You must protect yourselves."

Jiraiya nodded solemnly, leaving a majestic and generous figure on his back.

In the ward of the Ninja Hospital, Naruto was lying quietly on the bed, his lips were dry and peeling, and sweat was pouring out of his forehead. His eyes were moving rapidly under his closed eyelids, as if he was having a terrible nightmare.

"squeak……"

The door to the ward was pushed open, and the person Jiraiya was looking for appeared.