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

It's raining again, and it's time to go to the Rain Village again.

Neji said he didn't care who called Jiraiya away but still went to see.

Early in the morning of the same day, Jiraiya received a letter from Tsunade, asking him to set out for Konoha early.

The results were completely different from what was expected.

Watching a result that is roughly the same also becomes a leisure time between repetitions.

If we ignore the fact that restarting involves death, it is a bit like practicing questions when preparing for a written test as a child.

Do the same question repeatedly until you understand it, then move on to the next one.

Looking at Jiraiya that day, Neji did nothing.

I bought a lunch of local specialties from Rain Village, held it in my hand, listened to the alarm sounding from the system beside me, watched the drizzle falling, and watched the strong wind rising.

He didn't even eat a few bites of lunch - even after so many years and after so many repetitions, Neji still couldn't get used to the food in the Rain Village.

Various mosses were mixed together, accompanied by rice that had been soaked in who knows how much rain.

Not only does it have the fishy smell of moss, but it also has the unique sticky texture of the rice from Rain Village.

It couldn't be worse.

Fortunately, this dark dish that resembles bibimbap only remains at the level of "special snack".

Although the food in the Rain Village has some characteristics of the Rain Country, it is still barely edible.

Neji paused as the knife cut his wrist.

His fingers were so used to the force that he knew without even thinking how deep the stab would go and that death would occur within minutes.

He would always end his life in the last five minutes, except, of course, when he was killed by a hail of arrows in a war zone.

That's not something Neji can control on his own.

As the life slowly faded away from his body, he would begin to think aimlessly.

Isn't it embarrassing that a 16-year-old genius jonin of Konoha was killed so many times by a group of chunins?

No, no!

Neji himself denied it.

When Tobirama Senju encountered a group of ninjas armed with the Six Paths Ninja Tools, didn't he still get defeated?

Is this because Tobirama is not strong enough?

Neji thought not.

It's just that the fighting power is placed in the wrong place.

After all, not everyone has the strength of Hashirama Senju.

Not everyone can fight against a hundred or even a thousand at one time like Uchiha Madara after his reincarnation.

He thought he was familiar enough with soft fist.

But now, the familiar definition of soft fist has been updated by himself.

There's nothing special about a ninja who is touted as a once-in-a-century genius of the Hyuga clan and the reincarnation of Hyuga Tennin!

Ningji also updated his evaluation of himself.

Compared to those strong ones, they are nothing.

Powerless, weak, and beyond the scope of vision.

There is no limit to becoming stronger...

Neji's thoughts gradually became confused, but in the confusion, he discovered details that he had not noticed before.

"twenty three..."

Neji's call was vague, and the system's response was pulled far away.

"Host...I am..."

"Restart, what exactly is it?"

Time remains the same, but the skills learned by the body, the improved strength, and the increase in chakra amount in these days have all been preserved.

The wound on my arm disappeared, but sometimes weakness and numbness would bother me along with pain when I restarted.

002 didn't reply, or maybe it did.

As a result, Neji was already dead before he heard the reply.

When I wake up again, it’s time to work hard on my “cultivation” again.

This kind of life has existed before.

This is how Izuna and Tobirama slowly found the answer that time.

But the difficulty of the problem is increasing.

It started as a life-and-death contest that turned into countless times.

It went from a known single-direction attack by one person to a large, countless-person crowd.

There is no end to memorizing attacking ninjas and directions.

The only solution is for the body to respond correctly.

Ningji didn't know how many times and how many methods he tried before he came to this conclusion.

There really is no shortcut.

The route to the battle zone was so familiar that Neji could get there safely even with his eyes closed.

The hard part is what to do next.

The cylindrical protrusion below the cliff is a good entry point.

In the range below, you cannot see the top of the cylinder.

The so-called visual blind spot.

There are psychic beasts flying in the sky, and they are not rare psychic beasts.

Among eagles and flying birds, the rarest one is the pheasant with red wings. I don’t know which ninja has the leisure to do so.

There is no obvious way for a summoned beast to transmit information downwards - a summoned beast of that level would not appear on the battlefield at this time.

The boy jumped onto the cylindrical platform in a few leaps, and the ninjas below dropped in like dumplings.

This is a depression, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a cliff on the remaining side - if you are not careful in a bad location, you will fall directly into the abyss.

As far as conclusions are concerned, there is absolutely no room for error here.

If the knife comes from this side, your elbow will hit the person next to you.

The person who is hit will naturally turn around and stab behind him after the sword is slashed in the air.

Soft fist can be roughly divided into two types, small-scale and large-scale.

The two easiest to distinguish are acupoint pressing and mountain-breaking strike.

It can accurately press every acupuncture point, and it can also use the mountain-breaking strike to break through a whole piece of stone.

All Neji needs to do now is jump up and launch a mountain-breaking attack at the mob below. At the moment of the chakra explosion, he will become the most dazzling target of group attack with his absolute strength advantage.

Without forehead protector, it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

Wearing mixed clothes - it's hard to tell who she is.

This group of ninjas were confused and had only one choice.

It's the enemy!

They are death warriors, and they are lucky to return alive.

But once he goes back, it's a leap from an ordinary ninja to a little war hero.

There is no good ending for deserters. Once caught, their families will be destroyed, and all relatives and children will be gone, and they will have to live a "miserable" life.

Even if you didn't understand your identity when you first arrived, you should understand it now.

There were not many paths left for them to begin with, and now there is only one left.

Kill the enemies and survive.

A ninja who is blinded by killing has already lost his judgment of the target. At this time, attracting attention will only make him the target of public criticism.

Neji had tried this before.

Before breaking out, the first thing to be exhausted is chakra.

The density of ninjas here is even greater than that of the White Zetsu in the Fourth War - perhaps the companions in the Fourth War helped share the pressure and left room for rest.

The crowd didn't look like White Zetsu.

They dispersed in a hurry.

Those who are not killed by the first knockdown will stand up again with great tenacity and rush towards the enemy standing on a high place.

The birds in the sky found their way, detonators, explosives, smoke bombs...

At this moment, the ninja tools fell from the sky as if they were free, and they had only one target.

The target of public criticism.

People tend to misjudge opponents who are much stronger than themselves.

For example, what this group of people are doing to Neji now.

Maybe to kill him, there is no need for such rain-like ninja tools?

All you have to do is wait for the opponent's chakra to be exhausted, and the magical blue power of recovery will be powerless to save the situation.

Give another fatal blow.

They couldn't think of anything and could only rely on instinct to follow the scent of blood.

All of them here.

Neji stood on the cylindrical protrusion, touched the ground with his toes, and jumped up again.

"Blind eyes!"

The sleeves fluttered like dancing fairies, light and agile, as if dancing with the wind; and like the surging waves, layer upon layer, once again set off a storm. The blue veins on his face stood out, like a winding dragon, twisted and ferocious, as if foreshadowing a big fight next. At this moment, the sun had just risen and was only halfway up the sky, shedding warm and soft light, bringing a hint of brightness and hope to the whole world. However, this seemingly beautiful morning hides an unknown crisis.

In the distant sky, dark clouds began to gather quietly, and they gradually covered the blue sky like black curtains. Rain clouds rolled and surged, brewing a downpour, as if waiting for the right time, and then they would pour down mercilessly.

"Bagua One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!"

There is still one hour before 002 sounds the first alarm.

Neji landed on the side of the cylinder, with the fabric of his clothes on his back sticking perfectly to the protrusions of the cylinder.

The two ninjas in front of them turned around at this moment, but were stopped by the boy's fingers concentrated with chakra.

As his acupoints were attacked, he fell unconscious.

The original exaggerated palm wind turned into point-to-point acupoint pressing.

Neji took big steps and moved nimbly among the crowd.

The broken and bloody corpses on the ground seemed to become signposts on the boy's way forward, silently guiding him on how to reach his destination as quickly as possible.

However, just when the journey was halfway through, the group of well-trained ninjas finally seemed to realize that something was wrong - only five minutes had passed since they set out.

Even for an agile ninja, this journey only takes one minute to complete.

In order to reach this place so quickly, Neji had tried countless times.

So what if I noticed it?

Before the surrounding ninjas could turn around to confirm the situation, they saw the young man leap up like a nimble cat. After flying high into the air, he instantly turned into a snow-white bird and flew rapidly forward.

The stone under his feet was kicked aside as Neji exerted force, and the ninja who was hit by the stone was about to raise his head when he was hit from the sky.

The young man was so elusive that any ninja who noticed him had already turned into a puddle of human flesh and fallen unconscious on the ground.

If you are lucky, you will have the chance to wake up again someday.

"Bagua One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!"

When Neji completed his third jump, he had landed steadily at the foot of the mountain. Behind the dense forest in front of him were hidden ninjas who had not yet recovered.

The sky gradually became gloomy and rain began to fall. The gray sky was swallowing up the condensed dark clouds, ready to spit out terrifying lightning at any moment.

There are still fifty minutes until 002 sounds the alarm.