My Hokage Journey

From kites to hot air balloons to airplanes, humankind’s dream of flying has never ended.

However, in this world, this dream only needs a psychic spell to solve it, which is incredibly convenient.

The condescending scenery is unfamiliar and novel, the endless dense forests, the rolling mountains in the distance, and the constant rain. All these form a natural landscape painting, which is just a corner of the Land of Rain.

Thanks to the almighty chakra, as long as a thin layer is attached to the surface of the body, it is like an invisible raincoat that can fully resist the rain.

As the amount of chakra increased, Lu Ming now began to exude the aura of a rich man, and by the way, he also covered the entire giant eagle with chakra. In the past, thinking about this kind of thing felt luxurious...

Matt Dai also woke up in a daze, and the roaring wind instantly turned his confusion into clarity.

Surprised, he sat up and looked around. He saw clouds and mist drifting, and everything around him was passing by with the wind. This made Matdai feel a different kind of freshness to the man who had never soared in the air before.

Looking at the young man next to him who was sitting with his eyes closed like those monks in the temple, he opened his mouth and said.

"Lu Ming?"

When he heard Matt Dai's call, Lu Ming also opened his eyes from his nap.

"Long time no see, Dai!"

"I knew those people were talking nonsense. You are really not dead!" Matt Dai said happily.

"There was an accident. It's God's blessing that I didn't die." Lu Ming briefly talked about what happened to him.

"By the way, what happened before, those sand ninjas?"

Matt Dai also told his story, from the time when he mistakenly entered the local camp to the time when he was hunted down. When he talked about the sacrifice of two teammates, his joy at seeing Lu Ming also dropped a lot, and his expression Slightly sad, with some unspeakable regret.

"Don't take it too seriously, it's not your fault!" For persuasion, Lu Ming admitted that he was indeed not the material, which could be seen from Matt Dai's unchanged expression.

Everyone is mortal, let alone a high-risk profession like ninja. This situation is actually the norm for ninjas.

"What's going on here in Konoha now?" Lu Ming sat up cross-legged and restarted a topic.

At this point, Matt Dai regained some energy and explained to Lu Ming.

Now in the camp, Lord White Fang plus Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru, Lord White Fang and Lord Tsunade are fighting against Sand Ninja, while Lord Jiraiya and Lord Orochimaru are facing off against Iwa Ninja. Since last time After that, no large-scale war broke out between the two sides for a long time.

Lu Ming nodded after listening. Even Konoha White Fang has come out. In this way, the pressure on Konoha has indeed been greatly reduced. The intimidation of a Kage-level ninja is not comparable to that of several Jonin put together, especially This person known as White Fang is the most popular person in Konoha.

Judging from Matt Dai's description, the current restraint on both sides is just a moment of tranquility before the war. The storm is about to come, and the tense atmosphere has begun to brew in this tranquility. In the end, a fight will have to take place. Yes, now we are just waiting for an opportunity...

"Lord Lu Ming, we are almost there, do you want to go in directly?" Cang Yu suggested as a camp appeared in his sharp eyes.

"It's better not to give up, and find a place to land nearby." As a 'dead man' known to people, it is better to choose a quiet way to enter.

In the main tent of the camp, Orochimaru was deploying a plan against the Iwa Ninja.

After three months of training, Jiraiya's injuries have healed and he is now able to live as a dragon.

Tora made boring erotic jokes, but Orochimaru seemed to have set up an automatic blocking function, completely ignoring him and doing his own thing.

Sighing, he blamed himself for the death of that young man. After all, if it wasn't for his carelessness, then he might not have died. No, with his cleverness, it should be impossible for him to die. Compared to himself Disciple, Jiraiya always felt that Orochimaru's disciple was superior, although he had never said anything similar to his face.

Orochimaru's indifference made him feel even more guilty. Recently, he often thought, if it was the other way around and it was his disciple who died, would he really be able to sit down so calmly and study the tactics for the end?

He can't, that's the difference between them.

He reluctantly opened the curtain and walked out. What he saw was the same scene as before: horses rushing to deliver supplies, wounded people with bandages, ninjas with bitter faces, and this disgusting thing. Rainy day.

He walked straight to the center of the road to the camp. People who saw him greeted him from time to time. Jiraiya managed to smile with a small smile and responded to them, but he was really tired when he didn't want to smile.

I was wandering aimlessly, not knowing where to go or how long I had been walking. When I came back to my senses, I found that I had already reached the gate of the camp. It was really a long way.

Looking up, he happened to see a man in a green gym suit dancing and arguing with the ninja on duty guarding the door. His exaggerated movements and unique shape seemed to bring back memories of him. What was his name?

Finally he remembered, it seemed to be a genin named Matt Dai, a ten thousand year genin who only knew taijutsu.

These days, there are really only one ninja who can only do taijutsu.

Then he laughed to himself, wasn't he always called a jackpot back then? Every jackpot should be a potential stock, Jiraiya made a slogan in his mind for himself.

Looking up again, I saw that his clothes were in tatters and he seemed to be covered in injuries, as if he had experienced a fierce battle. I thought that he must have just returned from completing his mission.

He shook his head and put away his interest in others. It was time to go back.

Just the moment he turned his head, his peripheral vision drifted by, and a familiar feeling seemed to appear in his heart, and he turned around again strangely.

I saw that Matt Dai had stood to the side, revealing the thin figure that was blocked by him.

Although he only saw one side, Jiraiya felt an eerie sense of familiarity.

Naked white feet, torn trousers, and a weird cloak, it must be a cloak. If he didn't have a special temperament about him, I would definitely put him into the camp of refugee children from the Rain Country.

However, the black hair that reached his waist and was tied up with straw ropes was the source of the inexplicable familiarity in his heart. But how could it be possible? He must have thought too much since people have been dead for so long.

However, his interest was aroused at this moment. He still wanted to see the other person's face, so he found an excuse for himself. Otherwise, it seemed too unreasonable for him to come here and do nothing. He just stood there quietly and began to wait for the other person. turned around.

After a while, Matt's movements seemed to become more exaggerated and violent, while the boy took a few steps back with a speechless expression. The earring on his left earlobe was revealed as the black hair shook.

At this moment, the young man seemed to be aware of the distant gaze and turned his head. When he saw clearly who was opposite him, a pair of black eyes seemed to reveal a smile. The smile in his eyes made the white-haired man opposite him smile. Shi Shi opened his mouth wide and was stunned on the spot.

The red eyeliner on his face and his expression look particularly funny.

At this time, Jiraiya was in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly thought: What a ghost!