Konoha Ninja Warrior

The young man seemed to be having a dream, no, it should be said that he was having an extremely real dream. In the dream, he was wrapped in darkness as thick as asphalt, and he felt only depression and despair.

He struggled desperately to escape this nightmare.

After a long time, which seemed like a moment, he suddenly woke up from the nightmare, panting heavily, and the cold air filled his lungs, making his whole body feel more comfortable.

But it wasn't just the air that poured into his body, there was also a flood of memories.

"Tokugawa Yukimura, this kind of thing will really happen to me." The young man, no, should be called Tokugawa Yukimura said with a bitter smile.

After digesting this memory, Tokugawa Yukimura also understood his situation. Believe it or not, he had indeed traveled to the world of Naruto, a dangerous world filled with hatred.

But whether it was the wound on his chest or the cold and dark cave, they all told him the truth of these memories.

Also, tell him that his situation is not that bad.

Tokugawa Yukimura felt pain that he had never experienced before, not only physically, but also mentally.

No one can simply accept the sudden loss of everything they had in the past twenty years.

"No, I still have hope. There is hope as long as I live."

Ninjas are people who create miracles, let alone space-time ninjutsu in this world.

"And as far as I know, there is a way to travel through time in the movie version."

Tokugawa Yukimura is also a resolute person, he cheered up after being secretly sad for a while.

Only then did Tokugawa Yukimura remember to carefully consider the causes and consequences of his falling into such a situation.

It turns out that the twelve-year-old Tokugawa Yukimura is the son of the famous leader of the Iron Kingdom, Mifune. In the Iron Kingdom without a daimyo, the general is the supreme leader. If nothing happens, he will become the leader of this country in the future.

According to the tradition of the Iron Country, warriors of this age have to perform tasks alone, as a test of their own adulthood, and the predecessor was like this, to perform a task of exterminating bandits, but obviously failed.

The fatigue caused by the failure aggravated the injuries, and the strong sense of shame as a samurai made me, a time traveler, take advantage.

"Ninja, there are actually ninjas in a village far away from the bustling trade routes." Tokugawa Yukimura looked at the huge wound on his chest and recalled the kunai wrapped with lightning, "and he is not an ordinary wild ninja."

Tokugawa Yukimura is the only son of the general of the Iron Kingdom. He has enjoyed the most elite samurai education since he was a child. Coupled with the hard work of his predecessor, even the experienced ninja of the five major countries may not be his opponent.

But even such a talented warrior fell into the dust in a bandit's den. If his swordsmanship had not been weak, he might have been left there forever.

I am not the stubborn predecessor who only focused on practicing sword skills. Thinking about it, I understand how inappropriate it is for elite ninjas to appear in a small bandit camp in the Iron Kingdom, a permanently neutral country, without the intelligence department of our own party even noticing. Reasonable things.

"Not only that, but as the only son of the general of the Iron Kingdom, it is no accident that no one secretly protects him during the trial alone." Tokugawa Yukimura narrowed his eyes.

I have always been secretly protected. As a samurai, I can feel a faint sense of gaze several times. As the lord of a country, Mifune still has this awareness.

It's a pity that the predecessor of Yumu Head didn't think about this problem, or he thought it was normal for the trial mission to be unprotected.

Tokugawa Yukimura drew out his samurai sword, feeling the sense of security brought by the cold iron.

"No matter what, we must overcome the current difficulties first. The reputation of a failed warrior is not what I want, nor is it what an heir should have."

Tokugawa Yukimura took out his medical bandage and treated his wound. The severe pain made him, a young man in the peaceful age, almost cry out, but he held back anyway. After all, swords and wounds will accompany his future life .

Thanks to his predecessor who didn't know how to adapt, at least he was left with a strong body and solid swordsmanship. Although he still lacked experience, at least he had something to rely on to survive.

"However, it is the 47th year of Konoha, is it the late stage of the Third Ninja World War? At least in the current situation, there is room for manipulation."

Tokugawa Yukimura murmured to himself and took off his thick armor. It was usually fine, but he could not bear the weight after being seriously injured.

After eating a few mouthfuls of dry food with the snow water, and feeling that he had regained some of his physical strength, Tokugawa Yukimura stood up, briefly dealt with his traces, and left the cave.

With a sound of swiping, he jumped onto the branch of a tall tree, then found the right direction, and rushed towards the Iron Country Sanlang Mountain.

The Land of Iron is located in the northern part of the Ninja Continent, close to the Land of Earth and the Land of Thunder, and bordered by the Land of Fire in the south. Even so, winter accounts for half of the year. It is only October now, and the mountains and rivers are covered with heavy snowflakes.

Fortunately, the ninjas made an agreement a long time ago not to attack this country and avoided several ninja wars. But even so, the people of this country are still struggling to survive.

Although the samurai is not a ninja, he still possesses the magical energy of chakra. It is not difficult for him, a wounded man, to travel quickly.

In the process of rushing, Tokugawa Yukimura is constantly familiarizing himself with his body, and at the same time, he is also carefully deploying the chakra inside his body. Every effort adds hope to himself in the future.

"I hope it's still too late to go back now."

Under the bright moonlight, a young figure quickly crossed the thick snow, and in the silent night, only slight footsteps echoed.

Tokugawa Yukimura knew that his failure would not be the end, on the contrary, it was the beginning of a turbulent wave.

The people behind will definitely use the reason of their own failure to launch the next round of offensive, but they don't know who is hiding behind the scenes.

I filtered the people I knew in my mind one by one, but they were all specious.

After all, it is still unrealistic to expect the predecessor who devoted himself to martial arts to detect these ghosts in people's hearts.

Withdrawing his divergent thoughts, he looked at the troubles around him while moving fast. After all, if his deduction is correct, the danger does not only come from the outside.

I just hope that the other party will not be too crazy, but Tokugawa Yukimura also knows that he cannot place his hopes on the other party's mercy.

Holding his samurai sword tightly, Tokugawa Yukimura has never been so firm and courageous as he is now.

"Why did I, Tokugawa Yukimura, finally end up in this second life?"

As for Miaomu Mountain, a spiritual holy land far away in an unknown place, the eyelids of the sleeping Great Toad Immortal twitched. In his dream, he seemed to have seen something, but also seemed to have seen nothing.