Farewell, Konoha

Chapter 16 The Sorrow of the Fishermen
And each other the next day, in the morning.

In Konoha, the third generation is preparing to smoke the first cigarette of the day, and hits the fire with a match.

Anbu came quietly, whispered in his ear, and put an information scroll on the table.

Sandai slowly exhaled smoke, nodded, and Anbe disappeared into Hokage's office.

Hold the dry pipe in one hand, slowly open the scroll of information with the other hand, and spread it out on the table. The information on it comes into view, showing a bit of confusion.

"Bear Country, Star Ninja Village, Danzo?"

"Where did he send an elite team of root members last night, and what was he planning to do?"

Danzo's information came quickly, and the third generation's information is naturally not bad, but the degree of attention is different.

Last night, Sandai received news from Anbu that an elite team under Danzo quietly left Konoha.

After the Uchiha genocide incident, Danzo, who had made various actions one after another, was naturally placed under his eyes. He knew many movements, and he was not as conniving as before.

But without knowing the real purpose of the other party, looking at Danzo's actions seems a little confusing.

It's a pity that people are old and smart, let alone old comrades who have been in arms all their lives.

It can be said that Danzo wanted to make a rainbow fart, and three generations knew what color fart he made.

Looking at the information carefully, it is not much more than the information obtained by Danzo.

The turmoil in Xingren Village, the death of the leader, the disappearance of the stars, and the sudden appearance of a huge wooden bridge.

If it weren't for the young people in Xingren Village who couldn't help but walk out of the village to reveal the news, even Konoha, if he wanted to know this information, he might only know that a wooden bridge suddenly appeared.

Is it a wooden bridge?
Suck!
Call ~
The clouds and mist are lingering, blowing and blowing in all directions, gently knocking, the smoke is full of ash, and the light and dark are intertwined.

"Another one?"

Staring at the information scroll, Sandai thought of a person, a person who was protected by Kakashi.

甲！
Or it should be called Yamato today.

"Old man, I didn't expect you to still obsess over such things?"

The first generation of cells, this taboo experiment, was carried out by Danzo and Orochimaru without telling him.

Obviously one is a comrade-in-arms who has been closely supporting him until now, and the other is his favorite apprentice, but secretly doing this kind of thing without telling him, is he not a kind of tauren.

At first he was pissed off, really pissed off, that it was taking him too far to do something like this.

Mu Dun is the symbol of Konoha's never forgetting, even he is amazed to see Jia.

pity……

Compared with the wooden escape of the first generation, Yamato's wooden escape is really indescribably different, which is disappointing.

However, that was also Mu Dun, still much stronger than ordinary ninjas, even some Xue Ji.

"Another experimenter with the Mudun Xueji? Is this what you want to hide?"

Group possession?

Three generations silently chanted the name in their hearts, subconsciously denying it.

He knew his old Beibi, and just these were not enough to keep his mouth shut.

"It seems that there is a problem with this person's identity..." The third generation looked deeply, but couldn't guess what kind of person it would be. "I hope you don't go too far, Danzo!"

He took another puff of dry smoke and exhaled it slowly. After it dissipated, an Anbu took the things and disappeared into the office.

……

The border of the bear country, the coast.

Two days later, Sheng Shu was sitting on the second floor of the seaside villa, practicing cross-legged.

On the big thick tree beside it, pitcher plants grew slowly, revealing the inner beauty.

"The opponent has appeared!"

"Ok!"

Sheng Shu slowly opened his eyes and asked again.

"How many people, strength, do you have a boat?"

"Three people, one middle ninja, two lower ninjas, a small boat."

Hearing Bai Jue's answer, Sheng Shu already had a plan in mind, got up and jumped to the ground.

"Time to go, Quan!"

Izumi, who was stretching her muscles and bones, showed her gradually growing plumpness, and the rope tree that suddenly appeared, startled her, and quickly put on Akatsuki's uniform to cover her growing body.

"Yes!"

While responding, she quickly cleaned up the things in the house, and a two-story seaside villa disappeared into the ground under her gaze, leaving only a trace in place.

Even this trace was soon covered with green, the grass covered the ground, strong and unyielding, just like when they came here before, the two of Jian Xing headed towards the small fishing village.

Looking at their leaving figures, Bai Jue murmured, "Don't this guy know how to say thank you, thanks to the fact that I've been monitoring them for two days?"

Hei Jue heard his mouth broken, and couldn't help thinking whether it was time to change to Bai Jue.

……

In the small fishing village, the fishermen had the same lineup as last time, but with unstoppable sadness on their faces.

The old village chief apologized in front of the three ninjas with a fake smile on his face.

"Master Ninja, we have tried our best. During this period of time, the fishing harvest has not been good, and we have tried our best."

"No, it's hard to get together all the things you adults need."

Watching the other party pick and choose, even with a look of disgust on his face.

Little did they know that these things were the result of the hard work of this small fishing village, so handing them over like this made them feel distressed.

It's a pity that in order to survive, in order to be able to fish in this sea, it must be like this, and the proceeds should be handed over to them.

Otherwise, these powerful ninjas will not kill them even if they take their face into consideration.

But when they occasionally perform ninjutsu a few times at sea, and come every other day or two, they will not be able to catch any fish at all, making it difficult for them to even survive.

Although most of the income has been handed over now, how to say, life can still be lived, and the hardships will pass.

At this time, the leader, the middle-aged ninja, was also the only zhongnin among the three, and said indifferently as he watched the fishing village's handover meet the standards.

"Well, the things are just right, you two pack the things up, and we'll go back."

These fishermen are their profit-making tools. As long as they can get together the supplies, he won't bother to care about these people.

The middle-aged ninja showed an impatient look at the old guy who was constantly flattering him, and the old village head who was frightened immediately shut up, stood where he was and watched them leave, and heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

It succeeded again, no one pissed them off, and the village got through in peace and stability.

And the three ninjas did not wear any Ninja Village logo, which has become a common practice.

Even if it is seen, this is a good thing for the wandering ninjas, so what does it have to do with them.

Because of this, the fishermen on the seaside of the Bear Country can only endure the humiliation.

Even if they pool money to find ninjas from other villages to drive them away, so what, they can be protected for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Once they are retaliated, even if they don't kill them, but disturb them, they won't be able to catch fish, and they won't be able to survive.

This is the sorrow of the bottom fishermen, unable to resist, and have no confidence to resist.

As for leaving, whoever wants to leave the hometown where they live and go to an unknown place may suffer even greater persecution.

And all of this is in the eyes of Zhishu and Quan.

(End of this chapter)