The Will Of Fire Cannot Save The Ninja World

Chapter 68 Nagato Saw an Angel

The chaos in the Land of Rain seems to have no end in sight.

It used to be that the two armies confronted each other through the Ninja Village of other countries, but now the smoke is everywhere, and it seems that there may be wars in every corner.

Now no one has the heart to care about what benefits this war can bring.

Instead, think about when such days will end.

Even Konoha, the richest land of fire, is gradually becoming distressed now.

Due to scattered operations, ninjas who are far away from command are becoming more and more out of control.

Inside the house, Nagato crouched in a corner hugging his knees.

The room and the living room have been destroyed beyond recognition.

The parents' bodies fell against the wall.

Farther away, there were the bodies of two strange men.

Nagato clutched his head, the sudden change in his family made his mind blank.

Since he was sensible, he has been wandering and fleeing with his parents.

Finally, they found a place to stay in the Land of Rain.

But it didn't take long for the flames of war to spread here.

Just now, two strange men knocked on the door.

They have seen similar things with their own eyes—those deserters, those robbers, and those ninjas broke into and robbed without saying a word.

So his parents hid him in a corner, and the three of them hugged each other tightly, pretending that no one was at home.

As expected, the other party did not leave, but opened the door and came in.

The parents knew they couldn't hide anymore, so they rushed over, only to fall into a pool of blood in an instant.

after that.

Nagato covered his eyes, just...what the hell happened?

Is that uncontrollable force a monster?

If there was this power earlier, would the parents have survived?

no, that power

Nagato was overwhelmed by the messy thoughts.

I don't know how long it took before he came back to his senses.

"No, you have to get out of here!"

Nagato's fleeing team since he was a child, there were many people at the beginning, but he has seen many people who died of thirst, died of illness, and were killed.

He finally came to his senses, if the two men had companions nearby.

Home is no longer a place to live!

Nagato remembered the pattern of the forehead protector on the heads of the two dead men, buried his parents hastily with tears in his eyes, and set off with the little money and food left at home.

Don't know where to go, just wandering.

Wandering is already his instinct as a survivor of Uzumaki.

However, he was inexperienced and didn't know that money and food were more valuable than human life in the current Rain Country.

So on the first afternoon of his departure, he became empty-handed.

The only good news is that the other party is not a human trafficker.

Or in the current environment, even people cannot be sold at a good price.

This time, that force did not burst out.

Nagato continued wandering helplessly.

Hunger and high fever have been with him for two days.

A new town was finally seen ahead, but it was full of hungry people.

Nagato couldn't squeeze in, so he could only wander outside the chaotic city.

The continuous rain made his condition worse.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore and lay in the rain, his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

Suddenly, Nagato heard the girl's voice.

Very close, it seems to be calling yourself?

Nagato tried his best to open his eyes, and made a conscious effort to recognize his head, not wanting to be hit by the rain.

But the expected rain did not fall.

The little girl with light blue and purple long hair stood beside him with an umbrella, carefully covering his head with the umbrella.

The girl shook her hand, and his eyes subconsciously followed that hand.

"Well, it seems that I have not completely lost consciousness."

The girl took out two candies from the backpack behind her, "If you're just hungry, eat some to replenish."

Nagato nodded awkwardly, but it was actually the back of his head hitting the ground.

After a while, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Nagato felt a little recovered.

He struggled to stand up and saw the girl's face clearly.

Unexpectedly cute.

Especially at a time like this, in this wretched country, she's... like an angel.

Seeing him in a daze, the girl smiled brightly, "You can call me Konan."

Konan's smile made the introverted Nagato afraid to look directly at him.

He nervously announced his name: "Long, Nagato."

Nagato's voice fell, and he was about to speak again, but he still swallowed the word "Uzumaki" on his lips.

This surname, in his opinion, meant to be abandoned.

Nagato's voice is very small, and Konan doesn't even know how to pronounce it if he doesn't look at his mouth.

She looked around the desolate path, but she didn't see any other adults. Since no one came for so long, it was most likely not a family wandering, so she said, "If you have nowhere to go, you can come with me. I know some friends. Help each other, at least you will be less bullied."

Nagato looked longingly, but soon dimmed: "Help. Can I help others too?"

Nagato thought of the strange power that day.

That power may be more likely to hurt others.

Konan put his hips on his hips and said with a hearty smile, "Of course! As long as you put your heart into it, there is nothing you can't do!"

Nagato looked at Konan, the sugar in his mouth melted, it seemed to be sweet all the way to his heart.

He followed Konan, and only then noticed that Konan's beautiful long hair was tied with a strange thing.

He had seen that weapon in the hands of two ninjas who broke into the house.

For a moment, Nagato felt uneasy.

Are you following the wrong person?

He was not relieved until Konan brought him to a cave and saw a dozen children gathered inside and no ninjas nearby.

The children here are big and small, the youngest seems to be only three or four years old, and they are struggling to help move things.

The older ones are all in their early teens, considered teenagers.

But when they saw Konan coming back, they looked admiringly despite their two heads.

At this time, a boy with short orange hair and his age came out of the cave holding a box containing half-rotten oranges.

While the orange-haired boy was working, he was also instructing others. It seemed that he had a high prestige among these children.

The boy saw Konan and looked at Nagato curiously.

Nagato keenly felt that the boy frowned, and subconsciously lowered his head in a sensitive mind, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly, trying to turn around and run away.

Then I heard the boy say: "Konan, the antipyretics seem to be gone. It's not too late. I'll go to the city."

Nagato let go of the hand holding the corner of his clothes, and he was stunned.

Konan waved his hand: "It's all right, I just went to the city to buy two today. But it's probably getting colder and the price of medicine has risen so high that I can't get enough warm clothes. Let's go to the foot of the mountain tomorrow to have a look. There was a war over there a few days ago, and the people have all evacuated, maybe they can leave some clothes or something."

The two talked about tomorrow's actions with each other, and assigned work to other children from time to time.

They were all lonely children in the war, but Nagato saw a light of hope on their faces.

Nagato's hanging heart didn't know when it fell. Looking at them, he wondered if he could become like them.

When it was dark, the children slept in the cave.

Because of his fever, Nagato was allocated an extra messy blanket, which was probably used by rich people at the door.

Wrapped tightly, Nagato noticed that Konan and the boy named Yahiko were still discussing quietly.

Perhaps it was the protection of the night and the blanket that gave him a little courage. Nagato waited for them to finish the topic, and asked in a low voice, "That...why, why did you take me in, us?"

Yahiko scratched his head, and took it for granted, "Everyone has suffered, it's normal."

Konan didn't answer immediately, holding the Kunai that had just been removed from his hair, stroking it, and smiling as he recalled it.

After a long time, she said softly but firmly:

"Because I promised my big brother to be a person who can help others."

"Help you who are also lonely, help the homeless people who have suffered from the war, let people understand each other, let everyone stay away from the war, and live in a peaceful world!"

The two boys stared blankly at Konan.

After a while, Yahiko suddenly realized.

Wait, isn't this my dream?

Even Yahiko himself felt that this dream was too far away, so he was not ashamed to answer when asked suddenly.

As a result, the cunning Konan actually spoke first!

Obviously it’s me first, whether it’s helping others or world peace.

Yahiko stood up excitedly, but was too embarrassed to argue with Konan about who came first.

The young man's face was flushed, but fortunately, others couldn't see him.

So under the watchful eyes of the two, he chatted for a long time before saying, "Me, me too!"

(end of this chapter)