Naruto: My Own Wind

In Jiraiya's room, Princess Tsunade slammed the table and said angrily: "Damn it, I let this kid run away."

"Tsunade, that guy named Kazama Kishimoto may not be the one." Jiraiya was not in a very high mood, but rather a little depressed.

"Not him? Why would he leave!" Tsunade didn't pay attention to Jiraiya's emotions and looked as if her guess was correct.

“It’s their freedom to decide where they are and what they do.

Besides, it's normal to leave when you have something to do." Jiraiya raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky through the window.

"Hmph! When I see him again, I will kiss him..." Tsunade snapped her fingers, making a crunching sound, "I'll test it myself to see if he is the one."

Listening to Tsunade's determined voice and looking at her angry expression, Jiraiya observed a three-second silence for Kazama Kishimoto.

Because when Princess Tsunade gets angry, the consequences are very serious, and he has experienced it personally.

So far, the serious injury that almost cost Jiraiya his life was caused by Tsunade.

"Okay, let's go back to the house. We'll set off for Konoha Village tomorrow morning." Tsunade said, and left with Shizune.

Looking at Tsunade's back, Jiraiya's mouth corners slightly raised. The energetic Tsunade is indeed the most beautiful.

After Shizune closed the door, Uzumaki Naruto asked curiously, "Lewd Sage, who is that Kishimoto Kazama you are talking about? And what is the Anbu?"

"Why are you asking so many questions, kid? Go to bed quickly. We have to go back to Konoha Village tomorrow." Jiraiya pushed away Naruto who was looking curious.

"I'm not a child, I..."

"Well, don't you want to go back to the village earlier?"

"Yes I do."

"Then go to bed."

Seeing Uzumaki Naruto crawl into bed, Jiraiya looked at the moon and fell into deep thought again.

The name Kazama brought back many memories for Jiraiya.

I recall the origin of the title of Konoha Sannin, the feeling of being a teacher for the first time, the mutual support of the four little ones, and the sadness I felt when I first heard the bad news about the four little ones...

After a while, Jiraiya smiled bitterly. He was really overthinking. They were no longer around. Kishimoto Kazama was just a similar name.

Why should I be so sentimental? Instead of spending my time collecting more materials, I would rather try to complete my masterpiece as soon as possible.

Jiraiya turned his head and looked at Uzumaki Naruto who was sleeping with snot bubbles all over his face and had kicked off the quilt. He smiled kindly, got up and covered Naruto with the quilt, then went back to his own bed and fell asleep instantly.

At this time, Kazama was in a village not far from the hot spring street, staying in a farmer's house, lying on the bed and counting the stars.

After thinking about Jiraiya's appearance in the hot spring town, Kazama finally decided that the best strategy was to run away.

In addition to avoiding Jiraiya, another thing is to find an apprentice for himself.

This was the inspiration that Jiraiya brought to Kazama.

Jiraiya can search the world for the child of prophecy, so can he also find an apprentice? This would be much more convenient than returning to Deka Port.

Kazama's requirements are not high, and there is no limit on gender. As long as you can extract chakra, it's fine. But don't be like Rock Lee and stick to one thing.

As for age, it is best to be over ten years old and younger than Morino Ida.

When Fengjian counted 999 stars, he fell asleep.

The night was silent, and the next morning, Fengjian was awakened by the crowing of a rooster.

Sitting on the bed, Fengjian rubbed his eyes and listened to the crowing sounds one after another. He smiled slightly. No wonder it is difficult to sleep in in the countryside. The animals are so hardworking, how can people have the nerve to be lazy.

When I came out of the house, I saw an old couple busy in the yard.

Before Fengjian could say hello, the old man smiled and said to him, "Young man, did you sleep well?"

"Ahaha...it's okay, I slept very comfortably." Fengjian responded with a smile.

"Haha... As long as you sleep well, I'm afraid the rooster's crowing will disturb you."

"Haha... No way, no way, I'm used to getting up early." Fengjian said this but he was complaining in his heart, this old man, he really hit the nail on the head.

I was woken up by the crowing of the rooster, but so what? Can I kill the rooster and stew it? I guess not.

Hearing this, the old man put down his work and said to the old lady, "Go make breakfast."

The old lady nodded, put the half-woven basket on the ground, stood up and went back to the kitchen.

Seeing this, the old man took out his pipe from his waist, lit it, and took a puff, "Young man, why did you come to our village?"

"Ah, old man, I'm a writer, traveling around looking for inspiration." Fengjian lied.

"writer?"

“Yes, I write books.”

"Write a book?" The old man, holding a pipe in his mouth, looked at the samurai sword slung across Kazama's shoulder, his eyes full of questions.

Noticing the old man's confusion, Fengjian explained, "The world is not very peaceful, it's for self-defense."

The old man took two puffs of his cigarette and said, "Yes, the world is not peaceful."

There was a hint of sadness in the old man's hoarse voice.

Feng Jian blinked and said something else: "Old man, your village doesn't have many people."

"Well, our village is a place where people migrated here, so of course there aren't many people." The old man exhaled smoke and said lightly.

"Migrate?"

"Yes, in order to make a living, I had to flee my homeland and come here to settle down." The old man sighed and turned to look at Fengjian, "Young man, where are you from?"

“Tea country.”

"Tea Country?"

"Well, it's a peninsula country. People there yearn for peace and love peace." Fengjian looked confident.

Feng Jian was not exaggerating at all when he said this. The Tea Country was one of the few stable countries in the entire continent.

"Peace? Peace is good." There was a longing look in the old man's eyes.

"Old man, where are you from?"

"Where are you from? Haha..." The old man knocked his pipe against the stool, the ashes fell to the ground, he added more tobacco and took a deep breath, "Tian Zhiguo, do you know?"

Kazama nodded.

"We are from Tianzhi Country. Although our family of three is not rich, we are very happy." The old man showed a kind smile on his face.

A family of three? If Feng Jian remembered correctly, he hadn't seen the third person in the family since they checked in last night.

"Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, as that foolish daimyo of Tian Kingdom launched a war to expand his territory.

The final result is obvious.

Tianzhiguo was defeated, not only did countless soldiers die, but also countless civilians were killed. "The old man's expression was slightly ferocious, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and finally turned into a long sigh, "My son died in this war."

"Uh... I'm so sorry, old man, I..."

"It's okay, it's been so long." The old man smiled and waved his hand.

Although the old man said so, Fengjian still saw the sadness in the old man's eyes. Just as he was about to say something comforting, the old lady's voice rang out.

"Old man, the meal is ready."

"Breakfast is ready, young man, let's go and eat." The old man extinguished his pipe again and called Kazama to the kitchen.

After having a relatively warm breakfast with the old couple, Fengjian said goodbye and left.

Of course, when he left, Fengjian left a certain amount of money. He was not used to eating and living for free.

Walking out of the small village, Fengjian recalled the conversation with the old man.

Tianzhiguo? Anyway, I don’t know where to go, so I might as well go there and take a look. It’s very close and it won’t take much time.

However, Fengjian had some impression of the Land of Fields, but he just couldn't remember what was so special about the Land of Fields.

Scratching his head, Fengjian smiled indifferently. Why think so much? He has the means to save his life, so why should he be afraid of a small country like Tian.

Okay, let’s go!