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Looking back on that day many years later, Jin Shengsi realized that it was an ordinary afternoon.

There was no warning, just like the torrent breaking through the cork of the bottle mouth, the seemingly blocked stone wall was full of cracks, someone pushed it lightly, and the water poured like a mountain.

On that day, Jin Shengsi returned to the stronghold of [Root] with injuries all over his body. He handed over the scroll that sealed the target's head to the superior ninja, turned and left under the indifferent eyes of the other party, and returned to the dormitory to bandage it alone.

There is no greeting, no concern, the weapon should not have the consciousness of pain, every injury is a crack carved on the blade, and the day when the blade is broken is the day when it loses its use value.

"It hurts..." The half-grown boy cried out in pain, and he hissed twice, keeping his voice to a minimum.

Jin Shengsi is 12 years old this year. He was selected by [root] at the age of five, and it has been seven years since he was selected.

Rules are engraved into the spinal cord, the first one: don't cry, don't talk about pain.

Crying and shouting are useless except to waste energy. Those who cried the loudest and suffered the most were dragged away by the instructor during the training and never came back.

Jin Shengsi understood this rule, so he survived.

When his bones were so painful that they were bitten by ants on fire, he bit the wooden scabbard, his teeth chattering.When his best friend was killed by him, he scratched the blood vessels on his neck, leaving bloodstains.

Don't cry, don't make a sound, keep silent to live long.

"I don't know when I'm going to die... Tomorrow? The next mission?" Jin Shengsi lay on his back on the narrow bed, silently counting the cracks on the ceiling.

[Gen]'s dormitory is very old and very old, with all sorts of cracks, full of unreliable people who will smash people's faces in the next second, the companions in the same dormitory complained for a long time, but Jin Shengsi liked it very much.

"That one is like a mouse's tail, and that one is a crab's pincer." His hand followed the texture of the crack, struggling to make a perfect metaphor.

[Root] Only teach basic literacy to prevent subordinates from being unable to understand instructions.More of them shut up, and books and magazines are even more forbidden.

A weapon that can kill people is enough, what kind of bicycle do you want?

"It would be great if there was a picture book." Jin Shengsi thought, "What does the tiger look like? Is it a relative from the same village as the mouse?"

He had never seen animals other than rats and cockroaches, and the crabs were new knowledge he heard from passing fishermen when he went to the country of water to carry out an assassination mission last time.

He wants a picture book, but even "thinking" is a luxury.

They seldom have time to think. After the task is completed, it is the next task. The rest time in the middle is enough to grow the wound into pink flesh.

"The recent task seems to be much easier?" Jin Shengsi said to himself, "Is anyone helping us?"

Don't be kidding, how could someone help him?They gave a life for Konoha, and the comfort monument will never have the name of [root].

Roots that grow in the ground, draw nutrients to feed trees, ugly, unknown roots.

"Si, are you back from a mission?" Jin Shengsan pushed open the door and walked in.

They all take "Jinsheng" as their surname and their numbers as their first names.You have a name when you are alive, and the name belongs to the next person after you die, and it will be used from generation to generation.

The last Jinshengsi died, and there is the present Jinshengsi.Jin Shengshi, who was in the same dormitory a few days ago, died, and a new person will take over his bed and name in a few days.

For a person with iron roots and running water, human life is the least valuable thing here.

"Three? I heard that you just left yesterday, why did you come back today?" Jin Shengsi divided his attention from the ceiling to Jin Shengsan, "The task is very simple?"

They are unlucky most of the time, and occasionally have good luck, which can give them a little more time to rest.

"Well, that's right." Jin Shengsan closed the door of the dormitory, and there were only the two of them in the room.

Jin Shengsi and Jin Shengsan are the same group of children who entered [Root], their peers died one by one, and they knew fewer and fewer people, and finally only each other remained.

Jin Shengsi didn't have a deep friendship with him, and the friendship in [Gen] had no second result other than cannibalism. He didn't want to die, and Jin Shengsan didn't want to die either.

So they are not friends, just "acquaintances".

Silence echoed after the greeting, Jin Shengsi shifted his gaze to the ceiling again, before he could count the fresh cracks, his vision was suddenly blocked by a thin figure.

Jin Shengsan stood in front of Jin Shengsi's bed, casting a shadow.

"What?" Jin Shengsi was a little vigilant, and Kunai quietly appeared in his palm, "What's the matter with you?"

"I met someone today." Jin Shengsan squatted beside the bed, his voice was barely audible, "a man wearing a whirlpool mask."

Wearing a swirl mask?It's not the Anbu of any other country, is it rebellion?Jin Shengsi's mind turned.

"He stopped me and said something very strange." Jin Shengsan squeezed his throat and repeated: "Young man, I see that you will become a great talent in the future, I don't know if I can waste a few minutes of your time, let me Come to introduce you to the guide of the spiritual world, the brightest pearl in the literary world, the teacher Shuji Tsushima who killed thousands of people with one stroke?"

Jin Shengsan was squatting in the haystack and lurking, when someone patted his shoulder suddenly, he was just about to bite the poison in his mouth to kill himself, when he slammed into a pair of scarlet pupils.

On rainy days, Sharingan is more compatible with MLM.

Tsushengsan, who was forced to listen to Uchiha Obito Amari, was unable to move. He felt so overwhelmed that he could only try his best to save himself.

"What did he just say? Tsujima Shuji?" Tsushima tried his best to recall the familiar name in his mind. Isn't this the author of the banned book that Danzo-sama personally ordered to ban him completely?

Jin Shengsan was also in the book-burning team that day, blowing fireballs until his cheeks were swollen, and his mouth was burning.

[Root] It is strictly forbidden for all staff to read the works of Shuji Tsushima, and even the edge of the page cannot be touched by Tsusheng Sanlian.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." Uchiha Obito patted Tsushengsan on the shoulder, "Today's meeting shows that we are destined. If you eat my Amway, I will let you go."

At the beginning of MLM, Obito was still awkward and uncomfortable, but soon he succumbed to Gojo Satoru's absolute force and daily convulsions, selling Amway was a positive.

He has indicators every day!Sold out early, go back to eat early!

Come on, cook!

Mr. Tsushima’s Amway is very easy to sell. Obito Uchiha only needs to copy the content of "The Hanger" and "Cocoon" with Sharingan and then use illusion to pour it into Tsushengsan's mind.

Sharingan, a better cheating tool than memory bread when reviewing at the end of the term.

The memory bread will be emptied with one click when you go to the toilet, and the Sharingan can provide lifelong after-sales service, which is very affordable!

This method was taught by Gojo Satoru to Obito. In terms of enlightenment, his infinite space is the ancestor of the origin.

Obito poured "endless" information into people's minds and then ran away. Tuliu Jinsheng was stunned on the spot and his eyes were dumbfounded.

Get off work, be free, go back to cook!

The windy boy led Tu Jun to run away, Jin Shengsan froze in place.The cold wind messed up his hairstyle, and the rain wet his clothes. He didn't care about it, and there were only paragraphs of plain but touching words in his mind.

He has lived for more than ten years, how many years has he been a person?

Can the definition called "person" be given only by others?

"Why am I living this life?"

The desperate desire to survive must have some kind of reason, some kind of reason that he subconsciously pursued, but couldn't really reach it.

"I... want to break through that cocoon."

Jin Shengsan murmured.

"No wonder [Gen] wants to block Mr. Tsushima... Once such thoughts are seen by everyone..."

It will be destroyed, [root] will be destroyed!

Jin Shengsan's breathing became rapid.

why not?

No one knows better than Tsushengsan himself how much they longed to be redeemed when they were thrown into hell.

Every day of living in a daze is pain, and it is better to make a fuss than to go to death without hope!

Seal their eyes, cover their mouths, they speak out with blood and tears.

"If, if my life was consumed in this—"

How beautiful, how beautiful is such a death compared to dying on a cold rainy night, dying on the edge of a cold blade, or dying in a dark torture chamber.

Can't you just live for yourself once in your life?

"I won't die." One hand pressed on the top of Jin Shengsan's head, exerting a little force, "I'm here, no one will die."

Jin Shengsan raised his head in astonishment, he didn't notice the slightest breath of the person coming!

What a powerful force, even the third Hokage-sama couldn't control it so delicately!

The white-haired man wearing a blindfold ruffled the boy's hair: "Don't be so pessimistic. In that guy's script, you are the key to this operation, and I was specially asked to come here to suppress the formation."

"That guy?" Tsusheng San asked the man in front of him who looked like Kakashi Hatake's brother.

"Or call him Shuji Tsushima?" Gojo Satoru said indifferently, "It's just a title, it's fine."

"How can there be no difference!" Jin Shengsan couldn't help retorting, "You have to treat Mr. Tsushima with a more respectful attitude!"

"Hey." Wujo Wutiao clicked his tongue, "His ability to deceive people is really getting better and better. You haven't even seen anyone else, right? That's a person with a particularly bad personality and a ghost."

Especially the fact that he likes to trick people into giving him free jobs is especially hateful.

"That's not true! You are not allowed to insult Tsushima-sensei!" An hour ago, Jinshengsan never imagined that he would praise a person so much because of two books.

Like the hand of a god sweeping away the fog in his mind, the world in his eyes has never been so clear and broad.

"Whatever you want." Gojo Satoru didn't want to argue with Dazai Osamu's fanboy, and would be short-lived. "Since you like Tsushima Shuji so much, are you interested in doing something for him?"

"If it is the teacher's request, I am willing." Jin Shengsan grabbed the corner of his clothes, "A person who refuses after reading the teacher's book is not worthy of calling himself a human being."

"Don't be so serious, it's not a difficult task." Gojo Satoru took out a hardcover book from his pocket, and shook it at Jinsheng, "Are you interested in selling Amway?"

The efficiency of the Uchiha Obito salesmen is not enough, they have to adopt the transmission method of person-to-person transmission instead, and strive to complete the task indicators as soon as possible.

For a new fanboy, there is no more suitable job than selling Amway.

Jin Shengsan is full of passion, nuclear power generates electricity, and vows to sell Amway all over the organization by himself!

"Si." Jin Shengsan stared at Jin Sheng Si on the bed, "Are you interested in hearing my introduction about our savior, the enlightener and reformer of our thinking path, and the great Mr. Jin Dao?"

"Are you crazy?" Jin Shengsi's voice trembled, "He is taboo!"

Blatantly defying his immediate boss and the biggest boss Shimura Danzo, even hundreds of lives are not enough to die!

"Crazy? If I continue to pretend to be ignorant and live like this, I will be crazy." Jin Shengsan took out a book from his arms, and under the dim light, dark lines appeared on the cover of the book, like the horns on the devil's horns. The magic pattern reveals a fatal attraction.

Jin Shengsan stuffed "Cocoon" into Jin Sheng Si's arms: "Why don't you open it and have a look? If in your heart [the root] is an organization that can be destroyed by a book, why not just take a look?"

If Shuji Tsushima's works really have this magical power, why should [root] be afraid?

If not, take a look and there are many pieces of meat.

It makes sense, Jin Shengsi was persuaded.

With inexplicable fear and secret expectation, Jin Shengsi carefully turned the pages of the book.

Jin Shengsan sold his Amway, looking at Jin Shengsi's eyes is like looking at the big corn cobs growing in the field, full of the comfort of the farmer's uncle's kindness.

He successfully completed the task assigned by the organization!He lived up to Mr. Tsushima's expectations!

As soon as Jin Shengsi opened the book, he was deeply attracted by the words on the paper. He greedily chewed every word and every sentence, and swallowed it repeatedly in his mouth, unwilling to let it go.

He ecstatically read it over and over again, not even noticing when Jin Shengsan left.

Until a person quietly stood beside his bed.

"What are you looking at?" the hoarse voice asked calmly.

Cold sweat wet the young man's back, Jin Shengsi paused for breath, watching a hand full of scars take away the book from his arms stiffly.

He remembered that hand!

Be their teacher!He is the most ruthless and ruthless teacher among [Roots]!

Jin Shengsi's feeling at this time was as if he was fascinated by reading a novel in class and suddenly found that the head teacher was standing behind him, his heart was blank, and there were only three large characters hanging above his head: "I'm done."

The big hand covered with scars turned the pages of the book one by one. Jin Shengsi looked over carefully from the corner of his eye, and found that the teacher was holding the book very solemnly.

Rough hands slid across the snow-white pages, and Jin Shengsi's eyes widened.

He watched the instructor fondly caressing the cover of the book, and exclaimed in a soft voice: "It turns out that the printed version is like this, it's so beautiful."

Jin Shengsi's current mood is like a desperate student who was caught by the class teacher for reading novels in class, and suddenly discovered that the class teacher also likes to read novels!I have even seen the "electronic version" before the physical book is published, and I caught him just to see the layout of the publication.

—and snatching his physical book on the grounds of "confiscation".

"I, my book..." Jin Sheng Sarkang held his hand, not daring to disobey his instructor who was enough to beat ten of him, so he could only bite the corner and see Teacher Jin Dao's book being snatched away by Ming.

"There is a special event at midnight today." A second before the instructor left with the book, his voice was forced into a line and reached Jin Shengsi's ears, "If you and San want to participate, please come here with candlesticks."

"Remember, no matter what you see, the candle cannot be extinguished."

The door closed quietly, and Jin Shengsi froze in place in bewilderment.

"Candlestick?" He muttered to himself, "...Tsushima-sensei's first book is titled "Midnight Candlelight."

When he was performing missions in Hidden Fog Village, he heard people say that it was a very scary story, and there would be terrible and unkillable monsters in the candlesticks.

Teachers... Even the most unkind teacher is a disciple of Tsushima-sensei?

"How many people in [root] have read the works of the teacher?" Jin Shengsi's heart beat wildly, "How many people are my compatriots?"

His heart was inspired by great courage, and his fists were clenched with sweat.

It was night, Jin Shengsi and Jin Shengsan opened their eyes in the darkness.

The match struck a spark in the darkness, illuminating the faces of the two young people, and even the down on their faces was clearly visible.

The footsteps of the teenagers are like cats, and there is not a speck of dust on the ground.

Candles lit one after another in the corridor.

Countless people—knowledgeable or unknown—raised candlesticks silently and gathered here at midnight.

Jin Shengsi sees familiar faces: companions who once cooperated briefly, enemies who have a gap in their hearts, and unkind high-ranking people...

At this moment, they have only one identity.

— Rebels!

"Ding."

Jin Ling shook in the ripples of the void.

The curling candle smoke rises, and the white mist covers the sky above the corridor.

Laughing ghost heads poured out of the candle smoke, screaming and whizzing through the corridor, blowing a gust of wind.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the determined faces.

"——The field expands."

The bone fan covered the delicate side face, and the unparalleled girl was suspended in the air, looking down at the buildings under her feet.

"Come on, let's make a fuss."

The author has something to say: Zai: Don’t be infatuated with Tsushima-sensei, Tsushima-sensei is really a legend.

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