The Naruto world keeps playing badly in order to survive

"Orochimaru, you are finally back."

Jiraiya stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the incoming army of ninjas. Orochimaru, who was walking in the front, had a gloomy look in his eyes, as if there was nothing important worthy of his attention.

"A lot of ninjas have died recently, and I have to report the situation to my teacher." Orochimaru glanced at him indifferently, left the team and slowly stood beside him.

The team behind continued to move forward, and the sound of the carriage sliding gradually passed by them.

"It seems that things on the front line have been almost resolved, right?" Jiraiya lowered his voice and tilted his head to look at Orochimaru seriously.

"Recently, an extraordinary younger generation has appeared in the Uchiha clan." He did not respond, but instead talked about the Uchiha clan with a slightly interested look.

"Oh? You mean the recently prominent Shunshin Shisui? He is indeed a genius!"

Jiraiya nodded in agreement. To be so powerful at the age of eight, he was indeed a rare genius.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but compare himself with his most proud disciple Minato Namikaze.

They are both geniuses!

"gone."

Orochimaru simply brushed past his shoulder, showing no desire to speak to him.

"Eh? Wait for me!" He looked unhappy and turned around to chase after him.

Orochimaru glanced back and didn't wait for him, but just slowed down his pace.

Konoha Hospital

"Can you guys take care of the rest?"

Qianshouwang finally took off the clothes he had been wearing for the whole day and looked at them seriously.

"Don't worry, sir. You have taken care of all the seriously injured. Leave the rest to us!"

He nodded, opened the operating room door, sat down on the bench by the corridor, and stared at the hanging lamp on the ceiling in a daze.

"Doctor! Another group of wounded soldiers have arrived! They just came back from the front line!" The nurse shouted loudly in the bright light of the exit.

Qianshou Wang's gaze was drawn back and he reflexively stood up and looked around. Suddenly, a sharp pain on the back of his neck made him unable to move.

He lowered his head and covered the back of his neck, his face looking a little ugly.

Is this a stiff neck? At this time...

After hearing this, a group of doctors in front of him immediately ran over, some taking stretchers and tidying up their clothes, in a hurry!

Senju Wang sat down again, leaning against the white wall behind him. He released chakra with one hand to relieve his stiff neck and gradually moved his neck and back.

When the pain is almost over, put on the clothes you just took off and walk into the operating room.

He hates working overtime, but human life is at stake and he can't be willful.

Perhaps this rescue can save many families and reunite them. For him, it is just a piece of cake.

A hazy drizzle began to fall from the sky, and Orochimaru walked out of the Hokage Building, ignoring the drizzle, his pupils staring straight ahead. The murderous aura he left on the battlefield lingered for a long time, surrounding him, extremely cold and gloomy.

Tomorrow... there will be another boring funeral ceremony and meaningless mourning, just a bunch of living people feeling sad for a life that no longer exists.

He walked on the road, with no emotion in his golden vertical pupils, and gradually disappeared into the building.

As for Jiraiya, he was stopped by Sarutobi Hiruzen, who had a new task assigned to him, and he just happened to come in.

Jiraiya's eyes were full of resentment because of this. He looked at Orochimaru who was coming down the stairs from upstairs, with a frown on his face, looking unhappy.

"Okay Jiraiya, the task of stealing information is left to you!" Sarutobi Hiruzen coughed lightly and tapped the table, focusing his attention from looking out the window.

"Well, Toad Sage, I am the best at gathering intelligence!"

It was a busy day and no one knew that a child was swaying aimlessly with a confused look in his eyes.

what is the meaning of life?

Uchiha Itachi stood on a high mountain overlooking Konoha Village. The breeze lifted his clothes slightly. He looked at how prosperous Konoha was, how brightly lit and crowded with people. There was no smile on his face. He was just worried and thinking...

Everything is so beautiful, why is there a war?

Life will die...

Life will fight...

Life will be sad...

......

"Itachi, what are you doing here?"

Uchiha Fugaku walked up, his tone calm.

Uchiha Itachi came back to his senses and looked at his father, "Dad, do you know the meaning of life?"

"What is this? A stupid question!"

Uchiha Fugaku frowned slightly, his expression was as serious as ever, and his tone was somewhat contemptuous.

Uchiha Itachi's eyes darkened and he stopped talking.

Are you bored?

"The Third Hokage asked us to attend the hero memorial service tomorrow. Remember not to lose face for the Uchiha clan." Uchiha Fugaku's voice came again.

"Okay, I understand, Dad." Uchiha Itachi nodded slightly.

He was not interested in any scene on the roadside.

Itachi seemed to be trapped in a prison of thought.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Uchiha Fugaku turned to look at him, a rare smile on his face, "Itachi, you're going to be a big brother."

Uchiha Itachi then looked up at him, his eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry.

He wants to be a brother...?

After that, they remained silent all the way home until Mikoto came out to greet them.

"Mother?"

He looked at Uchiha Mikoto with curiosity.

"Itachi, you're going to be a big brother!"

A gentle voice appeared in his ears, "Is it a brother or a sister? If it's a sister, Itachi must protect her well!"

Uchiha Itachi widened his eyes, he was really going to be a brother!

What a wonderful...feeling.

What should a brother be?

Then she responded, her eyes fixed on Mikoto's belly, a new life, "He'll be a little brother."

"But it could also be my sister." Uchiha Mikoto was stunned, giggled, and a soft light flashed in her eyes.

"I have a feeling he will be my younger brother!" Uchiha Itachi did not change his mind. He looked serious and very persistent. His intuition told him that this was his younger brother.

Uchiha Fugaku stood behind them with a faint smile, looking at them quietly without saying a word.

The Uchiha are very harmonious now, especially the happy smiles on the faces of the people passing by. At that time, the conflicts had not yet completely erupted.

The next day arrived quickly, and the Third Generation issued a notice to participate in the heroes' memorial service to commemorate the ninjas who died in the war.

The Ninja School was forced to suspend classes, and many parents brought their children to the memorial.

Qianshouwang managed to escape at around two o'clock in the morning, but he hadn't slept for long before he was woken up by the alarm clock next to him, and his head started to hurt!

He pulled the quilt back, supported his elbows on the bed, calmed down for a while, and began to look anxious and irritable.

The guy who was sleeping like a dead pig next to me turned over, covered his head with the quilt, and continued to sleep.

Soon Qianshouwang got out of bed, wearing slippers casually, walked to the window and opened it. Immediately, cold wind blew in. The air conditioner was on in the room, and the originally warm room suddenly became one degree colder.

"Brother, what are you doing? Opening the window in the middle of winter!" Xia Shu wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, so that he could feel safe.

"Hmph, the air conditioner has been on all night, and the air makes me uncomfortable!"

Qianshouwang directly put the words back to him, but the coldness still reached him, "Wake up! The Third Generation orders us to attend the hero memorial service!"

"Yes...but it's so cold!" Xia Shu lifted the quilt, and the cold wind instantly rushed in, and he shivered subconsciously.

"Teacher Hechuan should have told you that you should be more self-conscious. I have put your clothes on the table for you." Qianshou Wang walked to the bathroom. He wanted to take a shower, maybe to warm up.

Xia Shu looked at the black mourning clothes on the table, thinking.

This is the clothes Naruto wore after the death of the Third Hokage.

Outside, most of the villagers came in a mighty procession, marching slowly in a line, holding chrysanthemums in their hands and placing them in front of the monument.

Qianshouwang brought Xia Shu to the end of the team. It was still drizzling and the atmosphere was very depressing.

"It seems that a lot of people sacrificed this time." He looked at the endless crowd in front of him, which was a endless black.

"Brother has participated in this many times, but this is my first time. It feels very sad." Xia Shu stood behind him.

"Actually, very little. I used to be on the front lines all year round and had no time to go back to Konoha to participate." Senju Moshi was helpless. He was always dancing with the god of death at the center of the storm.

"Ah... I have so little time to go home! Is the war so busy?" Xia Shu frowned. In his eyes, war is a place to transition strength. Many high-end geniuses became famous here.

But how many geniuses died an unnatural death?

For example, two months ago, one of the new White Fang, a truly talented ninja, was not yet an adult, but his age was forever frozen on the battlefield at the age of fifteen.

"If there is still a war after you graduate, you can try, but the chance of that happening is very small." Qianshouwang shrugged, his expression nonchalant.

He is well aware of the high risks of fame.

Xia Shu kept his eyes on him and said nothing.

It seems that the Third World War is about to pass, and the plot will begin in a few years. Will that Uchiha woman change the fate of the Uchiha clan?

After all, if she doesn't change, she will die!