Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

The smell of blood spread throughout the foot of the mountain, on the tree trunks, on the lawn, or in the open space.

"Don't let that guy get away!"

The Uchiha clan member said in a sharp voice, full of disdain and contempt: "A bastard is still causing the clan leader so much trouble. He really doesn't know what is good for him."

The boy hid in the dark, using chakra to conceal his voice - the group of Uchiha ninjas did not yet know this information.

"The clan leader must have his own reasons for doing this. Don't say anything."

The other person standing in the open space signaled the other person to be careful with his words and actions.

"The spies from Senju said that this man has incredible power. It is said that he has a magical eye technique that is comparable to the Sharingan."

"Baigan belongs to the Northern Hyuga Clan."

The man paused and said, "But this bastard is really hard to find. He is the one who can run... If he can't run, he wouldn't be alive today."

"In short, the clan leader is very interested in the legendary Byakugan. You know, the Hyuga clan is so meticulous that they even put curses on all the branches, not even sparing their own siblings."

"Host, host, what is going on?"

001 counted the pursuers one by one, there were five adult Uchiha elites.

"Host, you are just a little kid! They are so weird, using a butcher knife to kill a chicken!"

Neji didn't want to pay any attention to him and just focused on hiding.

His employer was a member of the Senju tribe - but how could a mere Yeliang have the power to snoop into his employer's information? He had only seen the other person's face once.

But it can't be called a face, it's just a mask.

The employer is called "Sir" and should be a well-known figure in the Senju family.

He still remembered that day, when business was slow. It was at the edge of the battlefield, and three or four miles to the south was the place where the Thousand Hands tribe lived.

About half a month ago.

He was kicked out, but Nora couldn't figure out why.

Perhaps children without a home are always abandoned and rejected - it would be great if he was a child from the Senju family.

Even though both parents are dead, the blood of the Senju family still remains in me.

He had seen children like himself wandering the streets, but they only had red eyes and empty stomachs. The Qianshou boss would then take out some rotten food from his bag and give it to them.

That’s great, Nora thought.

But I was not bad either. Although I could only look for the residues stuck to the bag in the trash can, at least I was not kicked out.

The young man was leading a horse, with marks of being whipped by the Thousand-Handed Guards on its back. All that was left to him were the knife he picked up on the ground and the horse left behind by the target.

"It's just you and me." Nora stroked the horse's mane and looked at his clothes. "But it's not too bad."

"At least I still have you."

The horse neighed and snorted cooperatively.

If he could pick up some dry food from the ninjas, he could still survive. Nora missed the bridge tunnel where he used to live, even though the aunt next to him would always splash water from the window and pour it all over him - the aunt's aim was pretty good.

But the bridge arch is better than the open air.

He always thought that there would be a solution tomorrow, but in fact, Nora had no solution at all.

The tribe’s territory, which he could easily enter in the past, had somehow become airtight, as if telling him all the time, “Look, there’s a child without a home here.”

The battlefield that was once crowded with people suddenly seemed to be closed, and there was not even a tumbleweed blowing by.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just so hungry."

The horse tried to run, but was stabbed in the body.

Nora had just put the first bite of meat into his mouth when the gentleman appeared.

Some people say horse meat is sour, but Yeliang can no longer taste it. He just feels that his stomach is empty, but bloated, and nothing he eats can fill it up.

In fact, he still likes horses very much. For him who is not a ninja, horses can always take him back to a safe place smoothly.

He was eating when he heard a "tsk" that was clearly meant to be contemptuous.

The purse was thrown in front of him with a clanging sound. The purple and gold cloth shone brightly in the scorching sun.

Nora was stunned for a moment, then raised his head belatedly.

His entire face was covered in horse blood, and even the cloth strips were not white. His mouth was closed, and he was swallowing the horse meat he was chewing.

It's really hard. I wish I could swallow it directly.

"Kill this man and bring his head back to me."

The masked man took out a fan from his sleeve. Once the white fan was opened, a pattern familiar to Nora was revealed.

He is from the Senju family.

If he does his job well, can he go home?

The target's portrait was thrown over by the guard next to the man and just slid in front of Nora and spread out.

Kill him and you can go home.

Before he could feel happy, a foot stepped towards him.

"Why don't you thank me quickly, sir! You really have no tact." When the guard thought of the horse blood all over the boy's face, he raised his leg again and rubbed it on his black hair.

"Host...have you done something shameful?" 001's voice sounded mean, but Neji didn't bother to pay attention to it.

A wandering little killer, no matter how the fight between the Senju and Uchiha ends, it is impossible for the fight to fall directly on him.

The gentleman that day was most likely an Uchiha.

"There may be factions of the Senju and Uchiha that are preparing to make peace."

It was definitely not a coincidence that he was kicked out.

"The person who commissioned me was aiming for this."

Then, even if the Uchiha pursuers caught him, they would only torture him and would not kill him.

Once the Uchiha gets the information that "the employer is a big shot of the Senju clan", the mission will be accomplished.

But Ningci always felt that things were not that simple.

"If it's about factional fighting, there are obviously better ways."

001 didn't seem to care: "Host, you think too much. Maybe they just covet your bright white eyes? As long as we fight there, who knows whether the host will grow white eyes or die?!"

......

Now the biggest regret of Hyuga Neji is that such a system has been updated.

But at this point, we can only take things one step at a time.

He couldn't go back to Qianshou - his employer was not Qianshou, so naturally they wouldn't open the door.

And these pursuers are undoubtedly the pro-war faction.

"Host, run... they will find you soon!"

"That's not how you play hide and seek, but 001 will just laugh at you! Because 001 doesn't know how to play either."

Neji shook his head and threw one of the ninja heads in his hand.

If he guessed correctly, the head in his hand should belong to the so-called "peace faction", and this head would naturally be within the scope of the pursuers' recovery.

Just because Nora can't do it doesn't mean Hyuga Neji can't do it.

The moon is in the sky, and someone must die at this moment.

And now is the time to find out.

When the blade stabbed the man, Neji had already noticed that there were people lying in ambush there for a long time, but they were unable to complete such detailed investigation because they were not ninjas - these people didn't even collect their chakra properly.

And further away, there were the "reinforcements" the man had mentioned.

It can't be called unlucky, but it's not lucky either.

The shadows of the trees shook, and the bent blade of the samurai sword was casually stabbed into the neck.

The body is crying out, a quick fix is ​​the only solution.

Are you going to kill everyone here?

The Sharingan's field of vision is far smaller than that of the Byakugan. The ninjas in the distance naturally cannot see here, and can only follow the traces of the previously shaken powder.

"Eight Trigrams Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!"

These people are already within the scope of gossip.

Chakra that had not been used for a long time filled the whole body and rushed out from the acupuncture points.

Ningji was extremely fast, and before the five of them could fully react, they were hit by Bagua Palm.

"Impossible! This is different from what the intelligence said!"

The first ninja to react turned around and tried to run, but was held in place by an invisible force.

"Eight Trigrams Two Palms!"

"Four palms!"

"Eight Palms!"

Without exception, the five ninjas spat out blood from their mouths the moment the soft fist touched their bodies.

There is no doubt that this is at least the level of the elites in the tribe!

If it were an open confrontation, he would still have the strength to fight, but now he is obviously at a disadvantage.

The ninjas who had never been exposed to the gentle fist didn't even know how to break free from it. They could only open their eyes and feel their internal organs turn into a pool of paste.

"One hundred and twenty-eight palms!"

As the last palm strike ended, the five ninjas fell to the ground and died.

The young man trembled, facing the moonlight, and fell on his back on the ground.

Maybe he was hungry, or in pain, or there was too much blood flowing from the wound.

But in short, before the crisis was resolved, he had already stepped onto the gambling table of fate.

The ink plate is dotted with green jade, and the moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, lighting up a piece of green.

Two pairs of figures tentatively emerged from it.

"Brother, these evil Uchiha are all dead."

"It seems there is another person alive there."