[Comprehensive] Konoha flower season

53.

The night is dark, the sky is full of stars, in the woods beside the Jiangkou station.

Jiraiya arranged the tasks and gave us instructions one by one again - I have to say that Jiraiya is indeed a natural teacher. ——Although Sakumo-sensei is also very serious and responsible, he always appears as a leader of Jonin instead of a teacher. Jiraiya is also a very patient and eager to explain. Compared with leading a team of Jonin Four words, he is more suitable for the emotional title of 'teacher'.

I put on the cloak, checked the list of targets, and nodded to us.

We scattered in all directions with a swish.

My task is to make up the knife and forge traces, which can be regarded as a relatively low-level task-medical ninja often does not receive due attention when there is no shortage of main combat power. I have been a cameo in the tasks that our team has taken over for so many years Intelligence spies, medical kits, and cannon fodder have basically made cameo appearances in all conceivable roles, but they have never been regarded as combat power.

At the beginning, I also felt overwhelmed by this, and even wanted to hit someone, and then I couldn't help complaining to Tsunade——Tsunade replied lightly, it's normal.

——You are not me.Tsunade then added the latter sentence.

This sentence once stimulated me to go to the practice field all night and practice hard for three months, and then because Tsunade went out to travel, I was left alone in the Konoha Hospital and I became a huge squeeze object. There was no concept of off-duty at all before the plan was declared bankrupt.

The wind was blowing violently, and the earphones were blown and rattled, and then I heard Jiraiya's short voice:

"start."

That's a hell of a clarion call, I thought.Is it right that such an emotionless sentence pronounced the death of so many people?Am I doing it right again?

——This is not an idea suitable for a ninja, I thought to myself, and rushed into the garrison with Kunai.

Killing is always bad, but as a ninja, I can't do anything about it; a doctor heals the disease, but a doctor of ninja has to kill people part-time.Living in such a world has too much helplessness, I have no choice but to get used to it slowly and accept it.

I am a person with good intentions and a knife with sharpness.My kunai cut open the human trachea, and blood bubbles and hot and humid blood gushed out from the gaps in the ruptured cartilage and muscle tissue.

The man in my hand, stretching out his trembling, bloody arm towards me, was about thirty years old—a little bald, very thin, wearing a purple and blue bunt, probably a woman's husband, a child father.

This—the old man who left a splash of red blood on my clothes is probably over 70 years old, with gray hair, sunken eyes and protruding browbones. What would his previous life be like?

In fact, it doesn't make sense to think about it.

But I want to know what kind of lives these people I took their lives had.

This is my life debt.

I will carry it with me in the days to come, in the judgment after death and in eternity.Although no one in this world will regard me as a sinner except for these people who no longer exist-after all, killing people is the way of survival of ninjas, and it is inevitable.But no one is qualified to forgive me instead of them.

It is my own pillar of shame to remember what these people were like, to speculate about their lives, and I cannot forget them.

—These people died at my hands, innocent.

The night was windy, and I was drenched in blood.I used to hear that Jonin kills people cleanly, but I always get wet blood when I kill people. This is probably the reason why I have always been a Chunin-the level is really not enough.

Uchiha Fugaku's voice came knocking from the radio: "—Clearing of C1 area is complete."

Hyuga Hyuzu said: "Confirm."

Qingshan Changhuo and I were divided into the same district. The main reason is that Fuyue prefers to fight alone, and the cooperation between Qingshan and I is still a tacit understanding-teammates for many years.

The wind was very strong at night, and I felt that my face was going to be blown off. After checking the wound marks, I gestured to Qingshan Changhuo that there was no problem.

On the night when Masahiro Aoyama was injured, he was woken up by slapping my hands a few times. The flow of chakra was not smooth enough, and his movements were not smooth enough.He made an arrogant gesture to me, and swayed around me.

I thought to myself that he had no burden for killing people, and I would nail myself to the pillar of shame.

Then at that moment—the accident suddenly happened.

"Take your life!!" A person was stunned when he saw the corpses all over the ground, and then shouted in grief. The person raised a shiny chakra knife and stabbed me.I have no problem hiding at that speed.

I planned all the escape routes in an instant, but the expected blade has not arrived for a long time.

I open my eyes.

History seems to be flowing backwards again, and the blood of Qingshan Changhuo is full before my eyes.

——Aoyama Changhuo suffered that knife.

The place where the knife pierced was not deep, but at that moment I knew I was in serious trouble—Qingshan Changhuo vomited a big mouthful of blood and fell on my shoulder. I was startled by the blood and stretched out my hand hold him up.

Uchiha Fugaku arrived shortly after, and knocked down the Eguchi clansman holding the chakra knife with one knife. Amid the sound of weapons colliding, Aoyama Masahiro fell in my ear and said to me:

"—Whirlpool Chenai." He leaned on my shoulder with difficulty, and asked in pain, "You...why are you treating me so badly?"

I didn't understand, and I didn't want to understand the nonsensical words that Qingshan Changhuo said to me-in fact, I want to tell him that I am mutual to people, you respect me a foot, I respect you, you Play cheap with me, I'm more rascal than you.

But when he said I was a violent woman, when he said my hair was ugly—was he treating me well?

I know that Qingshan Changhuo has never been serious, but he is always joking like this day after day, how could I not take it to heart.

But how can there be good intentions in a joke?All the jokes are the words of small blades to scratch people's hearts, but some blades are light and fluffy, while others hit the blood.

I was so uncomfortable with his words, I just wanted to drag Qingshan Changhuo up to fight, but when I thought of the knife he suffered, I couldn't do it anyway.Qingshan Changhuo did it for me, and he did it for my own good - but this good came so suddenly that I couldn't even face it.

Uchiha Fugaku pressed the radio channel: "Area B2, Aoyama was injured, but the field is basically cleared-Currently, Uzumaki China is doing emergency treatment."

Qingshan was still vomiting blood, I knocked him unconscious with a knife, found a scroll and untied a bunch of bandages with a bang.His current problem is that the chakra lines are completely disordered - my own seal disrupting his lines is a destruction, a reversible trauma used to resist manipulation - but the chakra knife just inserted completely messed up my temporarily disrupted meridians Connected.

I can only hope that this trauma is recoverable.

I immediately cut off the direction of most of the chakras, quickly cleared the airway and injected a sedative/drug into the muscle, and then I started to feel and study the injury.

Uchiha Fugaku asked anxiously from the side: "Is he okay?"

"——Not good." I replied, "The place where it was stabbed is not difficult to deal with, but it is the Chakra of the Eguchi clan, and their Chakra is too aggressive—even the tendons that I temporarily sealed They were all flushed away and messed up indiscriminately."

Uchiha asked, "Can you handle it?"

I sighed, raised my head and said, "—I can, if..."

Uchiha Fugaku didn't hear clearly, and asked again: "What if?"

"If that technique is successful." I repeated with difficulty.

When I didn't sleep well, I would become very irritable, very reticent, and I would blow up anyone who pointed me out.If you add that I have to be busy, the situation will be even worse. For this reason, I have been complained by patients a lot, but what kind of place is Konoha Hospital-it is a place where Tsunade is the boss and bears the burden for us small doctors.

Tsunade has always pretended not to notice people with this kind of complaint attitude, and is very stubborn.

Of course, this is all off-topic. The reason why I think of this is because Jilai also led his students back in a mighty way.

When Minato saw me, he came up and asked me what was going on. I had a big head at the time—I didn’t have the time and mood to explain everything to him from the beginning.Qingshan Changhuo is still in the future, I see his injury is very difficult, I don't know how to deal with it.

Minato asked worriedly: "What's the matter? Why are you covered in blood, Chennai?"

I said succinctly, "I'm fine."

Then I turned my head and called Hyuga Hizuru: "Hyuga Hizuru?—Come here, let me use your eyes!"

Hinata Hizuru rubbed his bloodshot white eyes that had been overused for the past two days, and followed me casually.I rubbed between my brows, but couldn't help looking in the direction of the water gate——

Night Breeze, he stood there, looking at me silently.

I want to go up and tell Minato that you wait for me, and I will be back soon-the blood is not mine, and I am not injured.

But then Uchiha Fugaku shouted: "Uzumaki Kina, what are you in a daze for?"

"Here we come--" I replied, dragging Hinata Hyuzu to turn around and leave.

The water gate was left in place by me, standing in the gusts of night wind.I don't know when he left, but when I looked back after I had managed to deal with the first wave of trauma - he was gone.

My fingers were still dripping with blood, I wiped the sweat off my face, and wanted to talk to him empty-heartedly—but I didn’t go in the end.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_Aoyama’s injury... borrowed from the shredded attack! !

QAQ I'm sorry for the skipped update yesterday! !The author will go home tomorrow, it is really impossible to update with quality and quantity in my hometown...

For example, the author's grandfather is now practicing vocal music with his friends... (crying bitterly)

In the final analysis, this article is still a story of two people. Sooner or later, Qingshan will go offline and grow up.

_(:3」∠)_If what happens... In short... the sunfish in the author's heart is very fragile, and it can be killed easily. Please don't tell me if you abandon the article (don't beat me point)

at last! Chapter 55 The problem of not being able to replace the anti-theft seems to be very serious!

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