Naruto: After traveling through time, I became the disciple of the first generation

Now that he can get news from the village, his condition has recovered to about 80%, and he can continue to carry out the mission for another two to three years.

"If you feel tired one day, just apply to the village, and we will get you out of here safely and back to the village as soon as possible."

With Qufeng's words, the man was even more motivated: "As long as I am still in Yunyin, all their information will be transparent."

It was getting late and he couldn't leave the Hidden Cloud Village for too long, so it was time to say goodbye.

The man hugged Qifeng and Zhili respectively, and the three of them said some encouraging words to each other. Then he turned and left, disappearing into the vast dense forest.

The two had planned to return to the village directly under the cover of night, but they were unable to do so due to the complicated terrain and the night.

The two of them couldn't tell the direction at all.

So we could only rest there for one night and set off again early the next morning.

Qu Feng took out a small tent so that they could camp more comfortably in the wild without having to use the sky as a blanket or the ground as a bed.

"From what that guy just said, he should have been here for three or four years. He works diligently every day for fear of revealing any flaws. It's really hard work."

Feng Wenyan also agreed: "They generally don't have families, and they may be single all their lives. It can be said that they have dedicated their lives to the village."

In fact, they could just rebel against the village and keep pretending.

Maybe the development will be better than working hard for the village.

But no one chose to do so, and that may be their sense of conviction.

Although they are thousands of miles away from the village, their hearts are always with the village.

"If a war is really possible, we must bring him back to the village safely at that time."

Zhili nodded heavily: "Of course! But I still hope that no war will break out."

The word "war" sounds easy and can be said with just a little movement of the mouth.

But real war is made with blood, and Zhili didn't want to see the villagers bleed.

Therefore, if a war really breaks out, the only thing left is for the people of Kumogakure to bleed!

Early the next morning, a small layer of dew condensed outside the tent, and the air in the forest was very fresh.

Qufeng and Zhili woke up almost at the same time. The tent was very small, so the two of them slept together all night.

Qufeng was the first to open the door of the tent, and a gust of damp air mixed with the fragrance of earth hit him in the face.

At this moment, Qu Feng faintly heard the sound of quarreling, which seemed to come from in front of him.

Curiosity drove him to tiptoe forward, wanting to see who was quarreling in the woods so early in the morning.

He quickly determined the direction and quietly pushed aside the branches of a bush.

Qufeng saw a little boy of five or six years old being surrounded by ninjas from the Hidden Cloud Village.

The boy lowered his head, holding half of an unknown plant in his hand.

Among the ninjas surrounding him, the leading ninja belittled him unscrupulously and even pushed him a few times from time to time.

He doesn't look particularly friendly at all. He must be being bullied by them or something.

"Little thing, I finally caught you!"

The leading ninja became more and more excited as he spoke: "If we weren't faster than you, I might have let you run away!"

"What is that in your hand? Let me see it!"

The leading ninja stretched out his hand to take the herbs from the child's hand, but the boy seemed determined to fight him to the end. Not only did he refuse to give it to him, he also pulled the leading ninja's hand away.

"Why do you take our things?"

He stared at the leader intently, without a trace of fear, and neither humble nor arrogant.

But after hearing that, the ninja immediately lost face and his face turned red.

"You little brat! You want to die, right? Kneel down and apologize, and I'll consider just sparing your arm."

After hearing this, the other ninjas also started to boo, forcing the child to kneel down and apologize.

Qufeng felt very sad when he saw this scene. This group of ninjas really had no bottom line.

How could they still be ninjas? They were like a gang of robbers, forcing a child who was only five or six years old.

The oldest among them is nearly thirty years old, yet he is still able to do such shameless things.

It seems that the ninjas of the Hidden Cloud Village are just scum.

But the more he looked at the child, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen him somewhere.

As he was thinking, a figure in his mind merged with the child in front of him.

"Oh! He's that little thief! Why is he here?"

Suddenly it dawned on me. Wasn't this kid the thief who stole Zhili's wallet that day? Did he disappear for two days just to come to the mountain in Yunyin Village to collect herbs?

The ninja didn't know, but Qufeng knew that the child was holding a relatively rare herb, which was mainly used to treat excessive inhalation of miasma.

This medicine is relatively rare even in large pharmacies. I don’t know whether the child got it to sell it or to treat illnesses.

But what we know is that these ninjas didn't make things difficult for the child for money, they just wanted to disgust him.

"I suspect that you have stolen important flowers grown in our Yunyin Village! Stop resisting immediately and go back with us for investigation!"

The leading ninja spoke so righteously that Qufeng almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

You don't even know what kind of plant it is, but you just say that you stole important flowers. You're really something.

"You are going too far! It is not an important flower! It is a herb! I use it to save people!"

The little boy was also very angry when faced with such ridiculous remarks made by a group of ninjas.

This surprised Qu Feng very much. Normally, a six-year-old boy would cry loudly when faced with such an oppressive situation.

But he still wanted to resist, he was quite courageous.

"Hey, this thing is a herb? Then I can't give it to you. You're just a tiny kid and you want to save people? It's good enough that you don't eat them to death."

The leader snatched the herbs from the boy's hand, then hit him on the cheek with the herbs and said with a smile.

"You have to thank me. I'm doing this to prevent you from becoming a murderer. Hahahaha..."

The little boy was shaking with anger from the repeated insults, but he could do nothing about it. After all, the gap in strength was too big.

This gap cannot be filled by getting angry. I can only passively endure his insults and ridicule, hoping that they can leave quickly.

Perhaps we can find another herb before the dew disappears, so that the tribesmen can feel better this month.

The little boy thought so in his heart, and became more determined, and remained unmoved even when they insulted him.

The ninja leader found it boring, so he pushed him a few times. When he saw that the boy didn't react, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the boy hard in the face!