Konoha: Minato Sun God

The mirror in the fitting room reflected a petite little girl with a slender body wearing a princess dress with white gauze sleeves and a milk blue base.

The two colors of the sky meet on her body, showing tranquility and purity. The little girl looked weak and cute, with joy and curiosity in her eyes.

She combed her slightly messy ocean blue hair with her fingers.

She pinched both sides of her skirt in front of the mirror, and a pair of beautiful jade-like feet poked out from under the skirt. The feet were small and cute, making people lovable.

The shoes that were supposed to wrap up her tiny feet had already been kicked aside by her.

The princess's shoes should be glass slippers, not rag shoes with a few pieces of black cloth wrapped in insoles and sewn together.

Her white and tender feet stepped on the ground, her slender fingers pinched the corners of her skirt, and she twirled it in circles in front of the mirror.

At this time, who dares to say that Konan is not a little angel from heaven.

This simple breath is like a budding white lotus, not a human thing.

"Click"

The door to the fitting room opened.

Being turned on by a little girl.

There was a smile on her pretty face.

She wanted to show her parents, she wanted to show off, she wanted to tell the world that she was cute.

But the picture behind the door.

There was a woman with her eyes closed in the pool of blood. She stretched out her hand as if to hold something. In front of her hand was a man with blood still bleeding from his neck.

"La la la, mom, look at me..."

A few crystal tears fell.

The words death and pain held the little girl tightly.

'This is all fake!'

She wants to go home.

My parents would wake me up and let me eat white buns and hot porridge.

The shock of this moment made it difficult for Konan to accept this fate. She did not believe that it was true.

She wanted to leave, she wanted to escape from here, she wanted to go back.

A man walked towards the village in a daze.

The light rain patted on her body, wetting her little skirt, and her tears intertwined with the rain.

There was a leak in the house and it rained all night. Suddenly, a dog roared fiercely at Konan and bit her.

This small dog was a stray, with some undried Bloodline on its white forked hair, and it had obviously just been in a fight with another dog. My stomach is slightly sunken, probably because I have been hungry for a while.

Chased by stray dogs, Konan panicked and ran barefoot.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and in the dark land, one would accidentally step on pebbles on the road.

Finally, the stray dog ​​behind didn't know whether it was tired from running or Konan ran out of its territory and gave up on Konan, the fresh and delicious prey.

After Konan saw that the stray dog ​​didn't catch up, he just found a place to hide from the rain and sat down.

The place stunk, and there was a trash can next to it, but Konan didn't pay any attention to that.

Konan was next to the trash can, hugging his knees and sobbing softly.

The rain hit his feet, and the delicate soles had already been scratched with several wounds by pebbles, and there were still a few pebbles stuck in them that stung Konan.

Dark clouds completely covered the moon.

Carefully squeeze out the stones trapped in your feet.

"This is how mom used to clean my wounds, right? Mom Konan is in so much pain and so hungry."

"Konan misses you."

Konan knew they were dead, knew they were gone, gone forever.

Holding her knees and recalling the past, Konan thought about things related to her parents.

It is suddenly late in the world, and the mountains and rivers are already autumn. I stand in the autumn wind, looking forward to the fallen leaves returning to their roots. But I only saw fallen leaves, not the roots.

Looking up at the moon, the moon becomes brighter and brighter. Unfortunately, late autumn has arrived.

The rain wets my head, and when I feel hungry, I wake up from my dream.

The sky was half white in the early morning, and the drizzle had stopped.

Konan patted his haggard face and forced himself to cheer up. According to his memory when he came, he walked towards home.

Because of the fear of strangers, Konan walked in hiding along the way.

The steps taken by her small body were already small, and now that she had to hide and hide, she walked even slower.

The journey of several hours forced her to walk until the sunset.

Konan returned to the village and looked at the corpses on the ground.

Fate once again played a trick on Konan, playing tricks on the little girl with its invisible hands.

"Aunt Xiaoqiu, Grandpa Dongdong, Hehezi..." Konan was not frightened by this horrific scene, because those people were all Konan's friends, relatives and neighbors.

But no matter how much Konan shouted, it was useless. No matter how heartbreaking he shouted, it was useless. When a person dies, he is dead.

There is a putrid smell in the air. People in the village have been dead for a while. Judging from the shurikens and kunai shot into the wounds, a group of ninjas should have come here and killed everyone here. .

Tired of crying.

Konan ran back to his home, picked up the quilt and wrapped himself tightly.

She fell into a deep sleep, and no one would find this little girl. She seemed to have been abandoned by the world.

She didn't know why her parents suddenly disappeared from her world. She originally thought that when she opened the door of the fitting room, she would be greeted by a gentle embrace from her parents, but she didn't expect that what she would see would be an eternal separation.

She just went to change clothes.

"Where are you? Konan is going to find you."

"Konan wuwuwu." Konan murmured softly in his sleep, with endless tears hanging on the poor girl's face.

She cried for a long time, and her eyes were so red and swollen that they hurt.

Sun rise.

Konan, who had been crying all night and was still crying in his sleep, was woken up by the crow of a rooster.

Ouch, what are you doing, cross it out. After searching for rooster crows, I came up with this one, which is inexplicable.

"Kick-kick-kick."

"Mother."

Konan naturally called his mother softly.

"So sleepy, Konan wants to sleep for a while."

The red and swollen eyes opened slightly, memories came flooding in, and the surroundings were empty. There was no mother to urge her to get up, no father to pick up the tools and get ready to do farm work.

Instead, the surroundings were filled with the stench of corroding corpses. After a night of wind and rain, the land was stained with this smell, which was difficult to evaporate and dissipate.

The world's daytime belongs to the world, not to her.

Now there is only a continuous drizzle in her heart, and there are dark clouds under the never-ending sky.

in the following days.

Living alone in this deserted village, the stench of bones enveloped the girl tightly.

Her name is Konan.