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

"all will be good."

I don't know which predecessor left this message, but it is written crookedly at the main entrance of Qiaotou Village.

The wooden sign looked weathered, with dark green moss covering it from top to bottom.

This wooden sign is the only thing left at the entrance of the village.

It was Neji who suggested going together. Tobirama was surprised, confused and doubtful, but mostly he understood.

"it is good."

This is Tobirama's answer.

He thought he would think it over more carefully, as this might be a journey from which he would never return.

But the worries ended here.

Whether it is for Konoha or for myself, it is good to have help.

He thought he knew Neji's strength. He was probably the only one alive in the world who could have a head-on conflict with Neji.

Since he wished so, Tobirama had no reason to refuse.

Tobirama walked with his head down - even though he had so many reasons, he never raised his head.

It took a whole day to walk from Konoha to the bridge, and there was only one question that puzzled him.

He agreed before he even started thinking.

"If they go any further, their last sign will fall down."

There is no other distinction between the inside and outside of the village except the mountains.

The mountain was overgrown with weeds and trees, with corpses and graves scattered everywhere. The bamboo houses in the village were dilapidated, and the dirt road had turned into a grass path, with skinny men, women, and children lying on it.

The gate of Qiaotou Village had long been dismantled to make a coffin. The wooden sign could have escaped the disaster, but it was useless because it was too small.

If Tobirama took one more step forward, this would not be Qiaotou Village, but the ruins of an unnamed village.

"Ah..."

Tobirama forced himself to pull himself out of his dilemma, and held up the sign guiltily, making it seem as if nothing had happened.

The Anbu was formed very quickly. When Tobirama asked Neji for his opinion three days ago, it had already taken shape.

An assassination organization directly under the Hokage.

It is not only a guarantee of central authority, but also a safeguard for the next generation.

The so-called Anbu is not only about assassination, but its name also indicates its nature of not being able to see the light.

The darkness of Konoha is what is to be hidden.

The only people standing in front of the wooden sign of Hashito Village were Neji, who was carrying a medicine basket, and Tobirama, who was carrying relief and isolation supplies.

To others, these five scrolls are the village’s last lifeline.

But hiding in the jungle are fully armed elite troops.

The training of the Anbu has not yet been completed, and those who were directly recruited are the Hokage's direct guards - for them, apart from wearing masks and hiding in the dark, it seems that there is no difference from before.

Instead, it looks more like a ninja.

The Anbu who remained in Konoha were mostly students of Tobirama.

The most important thing for the so-called Anbu is to know a person's background and background. It is even better if the person has no worries about the death of both parents.

"Lord Nidaime Hokage..."

The trembling old man struggled to step over the person lying on the ground.

He was holding on to a crutch - more like half a bamboo stick than a crutch.

This is the north, Amway said, bamboo should grow in the south and should not be used as a commodity in the hands of the elderly.

"I am the village chief here... my ancestral name is Jinzhu."

The village chief might not have very good eyesight, as his gaze subtly passed through Tobirama and Neji, and stretched to a certain place between the two of them.

There was a patch of bamboo, the very kind the village chief was holding.

The dark yellow trunk and dark green branches and leaves are crookedly inserted in the potholes between the slopes.

The wind came and went, shaking the branches and blowing the leaves.

"Thank you for your hard work in coming here from afar."

His cloudy eyes never left the bamboo for even a second from the beginning.

"Cough cough..."

"Cough cough..."

Behind the old man, there were coughing sounds one after another.

Blood, sputum, saliva, and flying droplets spurted out from the mouths of the half-dead villagers on the ground, spilling onto the ground and the soil, but not onto the bamboo.

"Please come this way..."

Although the village chief looked emaciated, he did not look sick.

He walked slowly and crookedly, always moving his joints first and then his muscles.

"Kakaka..."

The bamboo cane, perhaps not handled properly when drying, makes a hoarse sound every time it hits the ground.

"Kakaka..."

"Cough cough..."

"Woooo..."

White masks covered the faces of Tobirama and Neji. Tobirama's face was fine as he could reveal a pair of red eyes.

But when it comes to Ningji, there is a cloth strip covering his eyes above the mask, and above the cloth strip is a long-brimmed hat.

"Host, you are so careless..."

001 couldn't stop laughing. No one knew what he had associated with the messy database. Ever since Neji put on the mask, he had been repeating: "Host, you really look like a mummy, hahahaha!"

Not to mention the system, even the half-dead villagers on the road couldn't help but look up to see who this person was.

It’s a pity that even if you read it, you can’t understand it.

"Host, you don't smile. Is it because you are not born to smile?"

001 is still chattering.

"But it doesn't matter. 001 has always been considerate."

"Nidaime Tsuchikage, Wu, you know the host."

"Wrap his eyes and he'll become a mummy, hahahaha!"

001 laughed while explaining to Neji "kindly". He could only judge by lip reading when Tobirama talked to Neji along the way.

The upgraded system is not as sharp as before, but it has made a qualitative leap in volume.

I couldn't hear a word.

Besides, the Second Tsuchikage was nothing like he is now.

Absolutely impossible.

He firmly believed.

The direction the village chief was heading was not towards his own home, nor was it the gathering place for villagers in the center of the village.

But the other side, the open space.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain."

Written on a wooden sign and stuck in the ground.

Qiaotou Village is not small. Following the village chief, it took us at least an hour to walk there.

The further inward they went, the more powerless the villagers became.

Most of the houses were empty. Those that were occupied had their doors tightly shut, leaving only half of a sinister face to observe the visitors through the yellowed window glass.

Broken houses. Chaotic villages. Blue sky and white clouds. They came at a wrong time.

After crossing this mountain, on the opposite side is a corner of the battlefield.

But here, all you can hear are wailing and suffering from illness, and not even the slightest sound of weapons clashing.

There were only the chirping of birds and the howling of wild animals in the mountains. The wind blew the grass and the shadows of the trees swayed.

What a beautiful paradise - but upon closer inspection, it is undoubtedly a hell on earth.

"Please move over here."

The village chief was still moving forward, sitting nearly two meters away from Tobirama and Neji, and pointing to the seat next to the sign with the hand that was not holding the cane.

He lifted the corner of his clothes, and then sat down.

Tobirama subconsciously glanced at Neji, and coincidentally, the other party also turned his face to the side.

The face was wrapped in cloth, and nothing could be seen. But in a trance, both the cloth and the mask became transparent, and only Neji's face could be seen.

What's his look, what's his expression, what's he thinking...

Tobirama didn't roll his eyes, but he understood it inexplicably - at least that's what he thought.

Many expressions of the boy flashed through my mind, some smiling, some sad, some confused, some happy...

There is the joy of surviving a disaster, and there is the despair of being on the verge of death...

Some of them have been seen by Tobirama, and some have not been seen by Tobirama.

They rotate, arrange, reorganize and take turns, and finally freeze.

Tobirama's eyes returned to the village chief and he had the answer in his mind.

The words on the wooden sign are similar to those at the entrance, but the sign is much newer.

There are problems with both the plague and the village.

And Ningci also thought so.

Tobirama wishfully called it a tacit understanding - but how could Ningji, who had only met him a few times, be said to have a tacit understanding with him?

But for Tobirama, all this was just the inevitable result after countless rehearsals and assumptions, facilitated by the movement of time.

Then please regard it as his one-sided tacit understanding.

When a boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally go straight, and when a car reaches the mountain, there will be a road.

Whether it is Qiaotou or him.

"Host... Tobirama's look just now was so disgusting..."

What kind of look is that! 001 felt that the computing power of his host was not as much as that of Tobirama's look.

"Shut up."

Neji always adheres to the basic principle of not getting angry with idiots when getting along with 001, but now he is rarely angry.

Tobirama seemed to be different from when they first met. He clearly felt that they were staring at each other just now.

Their eyes must have met and their thoughts must have collided.

It was not a look of speculation, but a natural and effortless outcome.

The "disgusting" mentioned by the system actually carried a burning heat like fire, making people in the cold weather taste the sweetness of warmth.