Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Yatō has lived in the Kingdom of Thunder for a long time. Strangely enough, no matter how harsh and harsh the conditions were, he did not die, but survived with such a sick body.

He often wondered how his parents would feel knowing that he was still alive. Would he feel guilty for a moment?

With this idea in mind, he returned to his former home based on the name of the village in his memory.

Because the one-country-one-village system has gradually become popular in the ninja world, there have been far fewer wars than before. Various families have gathered into one big family, gradually forming villages.

Families that used to fight to the death are now all in the same village. If this happens more often, there will naturally be fewer wars.

With this development, my father did not die on the battlefield, and my mother remained the same as before. Although her hair was much grayer, she was still beautiful.

There is also his younger brother, who is four years younger than him. Now he has grown up, and he looks young and full of vitality as a young boy.

Such vitality has never been seen in Yatanagi.

Even if he is still alive now, he is sallow and thin, and whether it is strength or anything else, he is inferior to his peers.

He walked into the home that only existed in his memory. It had not changed much from when he was abandoned. Except for the renovation of the house, everything else was still the same.

The faded doors and windows, the corridor where the northwest wind blows in in winter, everything is as it is in memory.

Yatan claimed that he was a passer-by and wanted to ask for a drink of water from them. His mother, who always remembered him as having a sad face, actually smiled at him. She enthusiastically invited him to sit on the porch and rest, then made a cup of tea and handed it to him. in hand.

What was your mood at that time?

Yatō kept looking at his mother's face, trying to find something different in her eyes. He longed that when her mother saw his face, she would remember him and recognize that this was the child he had abandoned.

But no, until he drank every drop of the cup of tea that went from piping hot to ice cold, his mother did not discover Yatoshi's identity.

The younger brother was practicing how to use the knife in the yard, and the mother would look at him from time to time, with motherly love in her eyes.

Yatō looked at her blankly. He tried hard to recall whether his mother had seen him like this at that time.

Maybe there is, but that was before I had no memory. Ever since I had memory, my mother always frowned slightly when facing me, and she was never truly happy for a moment.

"Is this the only child you have?"

After all, he couldn't hold it back anymore, and Yatan heard himself asking his mother in a hoarse voice.

The mother's expression did not change much. She looked at her little son who was sweating profusely in the sun again, and nodded, "Ah, the conditions at home are not very good. We only have one child, Tian."

His heart was trembling, but his face remained calm. Yatang said deliberately: "Looking at his age, I thought there would be an older brother above him."

When the word "brother" was mentioned, Yatō clearly saw his mother frowning, as if she was reluctant to mention it.

Mother smiled awkwardly and shook her head, saying with certainty: "No, there is no such thing as a brother."

Yatang also laughed, with the corners of his mouth curled up to the widest angle, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

He said: "You must be very happy now to have such an outstanding child, right?"

The mother cast her eyes on her little son in the center of the yard countless times. From the smile on her face, Yatō read two words - satisfaction.

The living conditions of this family are self-evident. Whether he lives or dies is no longer important to his parents. This realization is definitely a huge blow to him.

After so many years, he has not forgotten for a moment his parents who loved him and hurt him, but with his parents, even the traces of his existence have been erased.

The mother didn't even want to lie to him. She didn't lie and said that her eldest son died because of frailty or illness. What she said was that he didn't. She even tried to change this person's existence.

Yatang did not leave completely. He went around to the backyard and sat blankly under the window at the back of the house.

He heard the sound of his father coming back from outside, he heard the sound of his mother lighting a fire and cooking, he heard the sound of his brother holding a book and reading quietly, and he listened to the voices that he should have been able to participate in.

He could see what was going on inside the house through the open window, and he heard his father walking up to his brother and asking questions in a low voice.

He asked: "How are you practicing the secret technique I gave you some time ago?"

The younger brother was a little embarrassed, "I have tested it on animals. It is too painful for me, and there is no backlash at all."

The father seemed confused and muttered to himself, "I saw that guy used it very smoothly. Even if he was pierced through the heart, he was still alive and well. What happened?"

"Is he the one who was sealed by the ninjas of the Uzumaki clan?"

Father nodded.

The younger brother pouted and felt a little disappointed, "Maybe it's because my body can't bear it. I can't imagine what would happen if I stabbed my heart or cut off my head. I always feel that when the enemy dies, I will follow him." Dead."

The younger brother took a scroll on the desk and played with it, throwing it from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand back to his left hand.

The young man raised his head and looked at his father who couldn't figure it out in front of him, and smiled mischievously, "Why don't father learn on his own? I'm probably just like my brother, I'm not in good health..."

"Shut up!" When my father heard him mentioning his brother, his expression changed instantly. He became furious and his eyes were red. "Don't mention that guy. He has died long ago. You can't be like him. You are very good. You are so good." A thousand times ten thousand times!”

The young man pursed his lips and did not dare to say anything else. He obediently put the scroll away and put it in the drawer.

The conversation between father and son also broke up unhappily because of the mention of Miton.

"Hey, every time I mention Yaton's father, he always looks like this..." The younger brother said to himself with a hint of complaint in his tone.

Yatō didn't expect that he as a person would become a taboo in this family. His mother wanted to erase all traces of him, but his father couldn't even mention him.

He is like a complete joke.

No one in this world cares about him. His parents, his short-term companions, and the ninjas of the Land of Thunder, no matter who they are, can abandon themselves after weighing the pros and cons.

After living for so long, he may have only briefly received some love from his parents when he was just born, and since then, there has been no more love.

He lived harder than anyone else, forcing his broken body to return to the place where he was first born, but there was no trace of himself in this place.

He was obviously alive, but everyone said he was dead.

My heart is riddled with holes, and even breathing hurts.

With his back against the wall, Yatang slowly clenched his fist. The green veins on the back of his thin hand were hidden into the flesh along the veins. A very terrifying thought grew in his heart.

That night, a fire broke out in a family's house in this village. The parents and son of the family of three were all killed in the flames.

Yatang walked in the sunshine, listening to the villagers talking about the fire last night.

"Their man and son are both ninjas, right? Ninjas shouldn't be very powerful. How come they all died?"

"That is to say, a ninja has at least the ability to escape, right?"

"Could it be that he was killed by his enemies and then set on fire?"

"It's not impossible. Anyway... it's very pitiful. My eldest son died more than ten years ago, and now... after all, it's three living lives."

Yatō did not look back and walked out of the village step by step. He touched the scroll in his arms. This was perhaps the only thing in the house that was useful to him.

After all, he couldn't hold back his hatred, and he personally killed his "enemies" with a kitchen knife.

Ninja, what kind of ninja, no matter how powerful a ninja is, suddenly he cannot fight back when faced with his son who should have been killed by him. Emotions can still be used in this way.

Facing the soaring fire that could illuminate the night like day, he knelt in the yard and watched helplessly as his mother stretched out her hand to him, hoping that he could save her. Yatō still cried.

14 years ago, when he was five years old, on that snowstorm night, he was under the cliff and his mother was standing on the cliff. He cried and reached out to him, but his mother did not save him. After she looked at him lightly, He turned and left with his father.

There was no hesitation in the back figure, and he walked decisively.

Yatō cried again after many years, just like that snowy night when he was five years old.

That night, the fire took away the lives of four people, and Yatan was completely dead. The living one could no longer be called Yatan, he was just a poor guy bearing the name Yatan.

"Burn the past and I will be reborn. Burn the past and I will be reborn..."

He chanted the same words over and over again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.