Konoha Cold Wind

　　 The next morning, when the sky was still dark, the Cold Wind brothers were violently called by Moonlight Hoshino.

　　 "Dad, it's still early to go to school."

　　 The cold wind took a look at the time, and it was only after five o'clock that he collapsed.

After the cold wind promoted the chakra extraction technique to perfection last night, I refined the chakra for half an hour, and then practiced the physical activation forbidden technique, using chakra to stimulate the activity of muscle cells, and the stimulation process requires strict micro-control of chakra Therefore, the spirit of Cold Wind has been highly tense. By 11 o'clock in the evening, his mental will was finally overwhelmed, and he fell asleep tiredly!

　　 "Not to go to school."

　　 Moonlight Hoshino was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, and his face solemnly handed over two clothes of the same color and style but a smaller model, and said, "Cold wind, strong wind, hurry up!"

"Ok."

　　 Although the cold wind didn't know what happened, it seemed to be a major event. He didn't dare to skin it, so he took the clothes and put them on.

　　 Hayate even squinted all the way, dressed and washed in a dazed and sleepwalking manner. When he woke up, he was already outside, with a rice ball in his hand.

　　 "Brother, where am I?"

　　 Hayate stuffed the rice ball into his mouth and chewed, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the dozens of people in front of him curiously, "What are you going to do when you wake up so early?"

　　 "Go to... the funeral!"

　　 The cold wind whispered.

　　 At this time, at the door of Hanfeng’s house, a group of Moonlight clans in black had gathered. There were about fifty or sixty people, including men, women and children, including Yueguang Inoue, Yueguang Matsushita, and Yueguang Liangfeng, all of whom looked sad.

　　 The cold wind is not stupid, you don’t need to guess what you are going to do.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 Moonlight Hoshino sighed, and first walked towards Konoha's martyr cemetery, and the rest of the Moonlight clan followed him and left in a mighty manner.

　　 The cold wind and the high wind followed Keeko and walked behind, the atmosphere was very depressing, and even the cold wind and the high wind had no desire to speak.

At 6:30, the group finally reached the cemetery of the martyrs. At this time, the three generations of Hokage Sarutobi, Zhuan Xiaochun, Mito Menyan, and even Shimura Danzo have arrived in the cemetery. Anbe wearing a white mask, and Uchiha who maintained order, and the corpses of one hundred and thirty-two ninjas lay peacefully in the open coffin for their relatives to offer their last condolences.

　　 The cold wind followed the crowd, first in silence for the sacrificed tribe, then lined up to offer flowers to the dead tribe, and finally stood aside, quietly waiting for the moment of burial.

　　 Of course, Cold Wind’s eyes were not idle. He looked around. There were almost a thousand people who came to express their condolences. At this time, they were saying goodbye to his relatives, and many people knelt on the ground and wept.

　　 Then, the line of sight of the cold wind naturally fell on Sarutobi.

　　 This thin man is wearing a Hokage robe, his waist is straight, and he has black hair, no wrinkles on his face, and no age spots. His eyes are like electricity, and his sorrow is faintly angry, without the slightest aging.

　　 And Zhuan Xiaochun and Mito Menyan who stood beside him... the cold wind passed directly.

　　 Then the cold wind cast his gaze on Shimura Danzo.

　　 Danzo is standing behind Sarutobi, and his body is exuding an aura of yin and bird, which makes people startled.

　　 At this time, Danzo was bowing his head in silence, but he put his arms around his chest, giving people an indescribable sense of strength.

　　 The cold wind's gaze fell on the bandage wrapped around his right eye on Tuan Zang's head, guessing that he should have transplanted the writing wheel eye at this time. As for the right hand, it has not been wrapped by the bandage, and the hand is still his own.

　　 The cold wind didn't dare to look more, and turned his attention to other people.

Ok?

Orochimaru? !

　　 was caught off guard, the cold wind was beating like a drum, and he was about to look away. The big snake pill over there seemed to sense the peep of the cold wind, and the pair of golden vertical pupils had already glanced over here.

　　 The two looked at each other, and the cold wind and heartbeat were faster, but Oshemaru seemed to have forgotten this little person, and took a look at it.

The cold wind swallowed his saliva and continued to look. I saw Yamanaka Koichi, Akimi Mizuza, and Nara Lukisa standing together. Because there were no members of the three major families among the sacrificed ninjas, so this funeral, the pig deer butterfly family These three representative figures were sent.

　　 Afterwards, the cold wind saw the representatives of the Yunv clan and the Inuzuka clan. Looking back, the cold breeze's eyelids suddenly twitched.

　　 a touch of gold and a touch of red suddenly reflected in his pupils.

　　 Bo Feng Shui Men and Whirlpool Kushina? !

　　 As soon as the cold wind breathed, he subconsciously wanted to throw two collection techniques over.

　　 But then I thought about it, at such a long distance, let's not say whether it can be collected, even if it can, if it is collected and thrown by Kuwu, then he can't regret his death.

　　The spiral pill of the wave of Fengshuimen, the fairy mode, the **** of thunder, and the various powerful perverted sealing techniques of Jiu Xinnai, these are all things that can't be met, and you have to lick what you say before you go to collect it!

　　 As for how to contact them, Cold Wind has no idea for a long time and can only watch the changes.

　　 About half an hour later, the atmosphere on the scene gradually calmed down, so Sarutobi Rizen slowly walked to the crowd and announced the burial.

　　 The tombstones of every ninja who sacrificed have been completed. In addition to recording the lives of the deceased, there are also glorious deeds of sacrifice for the village.

　　 Under the reluctant gaze of the cold wind, one hundred and thirty-two coffins were buried underground.

Then, Sarutobi Rischi gave another speech on the will of fire, emphasizing that the sacrificed companions will not sacrifice in vain, and their will of fire will be inherited and never extinguished, and then To express their grudges, the village will repay them, and Shayin Village must pay a painful price!

The cold wind stood in the crowd and watched Sarutobi's speech. He was really excited to tell the truth. One moment he can't wait to burn himself directly and illuminate others, and then he can't wait for the next second to go to the front line and kill the sand. Peer revenge.

　　 But fortunately, Cold Wind is a determined person who keeps repeating his dreams in his heart, and finally suppresses the restlessness in his heart.

　　 "Brother, I'm so hungry."

　　The little brother standing next to the cold wind suddenly took his hand and whispered rather pitifully.

　　 When the two brothers went out, they ate a rice ball, then walked for more than an hour, and then stood for two hours. Haifeng was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

　　 The cold wind couldn’t help, and he whispered: “No matter how long you bear it, it will end soon.”

"Oh."

　　 Hayate has no choice but to hold on to his brother.

　　 The three generations of Hokage’s speech lasted about an hour and a half, when the little brother was so hungry and staring at the stars, it finally ended.

　　 Hayate cried.

　　 "Go home."

　　 Keeko saw the appearance of Haifeng, and said with great relief, "Haifeng, don’t be too sad. Uncles and uncles must not want to see everyone crying in the sky."

　　 "Aunt Huihui, it's not like this, that, that..."

　　 Hayate's face flushed with embarrassment, and he didn't know how to speak.

　　 "Mom, go home, I'm all starving to death." Cold Wind whispered beside him.

　　 Keeko was startled, then seeing Hayate's blushing face, she realized something and couldn't help staring at the cold wind fiercely.

　　 The cold wind looked innocent: Blame me?