Naruto Reborn: The Rise of the Tsar

Chapter 1

There was light rain falling in the sky, and screams came from the tent in the forest from time to time.

A little boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old was busy shuttling back and forth from tent to tent, delivering medicine and cleaning the wounds of patients from time to time.

The injured person in the tent in front of him didn't look very serious. Although there was a large, exaggerated wound on his left shoulder, the bleeding had stopped, and he only needed to rest for a while.

"What? Rest?" The wounded man looked impatiently at the unhurried medical female ninja wearing a forehead protector in front of him. "Are you kidding? Do you know how anxious the battle situation on the front line is?"

"Sir Yamaki, your injury is not a minor one. If you mess with the chakra, it may break the wound. Besides, the above mentioned that you have been temporarily removed from the army. Your only task in the next period of time is to recover from your injuries."

The medical female ninja waved to the little boy on the side, "Fukawa, come here, this is Master Yamaki. Remember to change the dressing three times a day."

The little boy named Fuchuan's eyes were lively, his hands and feet were quick to clean up the medicine, and he stepped forward to help him.

"No, I can do it by myself." The injured person was about to stand up when his wound was suddenly affected, and he immediately bent over in pain. "Hiss! Come here and help me."

After rolling his eyes, Fuchuan quickly stepped forward to help the other person up. The other person was about 20 years old and had conspicuous red hair. What was slightly surprising was that the delicate epaulettes in front of him hinted that the other person was a graduate. team leader.

Such a young squad leader?This is a position that only a Jonin can hold!

Fukawa sighed secretly, it was amazing to be able to become a jounin at such a young age.

Putting aside the talented monsters such as Hatake Kakashi and Itachi that we knew in the previous life, in fact, all ninjas who can be promoted to Jonin are the proud ones who combine talent and hard work.

Take Sunagakure Village where we are now as an example. There are about eight thousand registered ninjas in the entire village, but there are less than five hundred jounin, and most of them are around 40 years old. Whether it is chakra or ninjutsu experience, they are in the middle. Peak state.

Yes, Fuchuan is a time traveler.

He traveled to the Rain Kingdom battlefield during the Second Ninja War and became a medical ninja in Sunagakure Village.
In fact, they are not serious medical ninjas. The Kingdom of Wind conducted a war mobilization before the war, which prompted many civilians in the village to join the medical class and logistics class to do odd jobs.

If you perform well, you will receive a generous war allowance when the war is over.

If you are lucky enough to be spotted by a big shot, you might even be recommended to enter a ninja school to further your studies and become a real ninja.

Becoming a ninja is the dream of all civilians in the Kingdom of Wind.

In this world where strength is king, ninjas who master powerful power are the real masters of the world. Not only can ninjas receive income subsidies that are dozens of times more than ordinary civilians, they even have family tax exemptions, criminal immunity, etc. Unimaginable privilege.

It can be said that the benefits brought by the ninja establishment are more than ten times more exaggerated than the civil servant establishment of the best unit in the previous life.

Fukawa's predecessor's dream was to save money to send his sister to a ninja school.

Although the ninja school founded by the second-generation Kazekage-sama is open to civilians, only ninja families can afford the high tuition fees. Fushikawa, whose parents died early, leaving only himself and his sister to depend on each other, cannot afford it anyway.

After getting the allowance, I will send my sister to a ninja school!
This was the host Fuchuan's last obsession before his death.

Fuchuan, who had traveled through time, was more worried about how he could survive this war.

According to the information he learned in his previous life, Sunagakure Village was defeated in the Second Ninja War!

As a low-level handyman on the losing side who was not even a ninja, Fukawa could only curse his mother.

"Sir!" Fukawa said longingly while carefully supporting the red-haired man who was much taller than him, "Are you a jounin?"

"Hey, you are quite discerning at a young age."

"Sigh, I wonder when I will become a real ninja instead of doing odd jobs here."

The red-haired man shook his head and replied with a wry smile, "Hey, on this kind of battlefield, maybe ninjas are more dangerous than civilians."

Also, the five major powers have jointly issued a convention not to harm civilians, but who would really care about the death of civilians on a real battlefield?
Take the first generation Hokage as an example. The birth of a tree world can easily change the terrain for dozens of miles. During this period, how many civilians were killed by this ace ninjutsu?Will there be more than enemies?
There is no right or wrong in the ninja world, strength determines everything!
"I hope that my child will not become a ninja in the future." The red-haired man sighed softly. "It's a pity, he is too talented."

So talented. Fukawa's eyes twitched, have ninjas become popular with Versailles?

After sending the red-haired man back to the tent where he was recuperating and settling in properly, Fuchuan secretly walked into an uninhabited forest alone.

In the middle of the forest, there was a tree branch as thick as an arm lying horizontally.Fuchuan struggled to bend the wooden branch, fixed one end on the tree stump, tied a bandage on the other end and held it tightly in his hand.

After standing in the chosen position, Fuchuan slowly closed his eyes and loosened his grip on the bandage.

A roar broke through the air, and a wooden branch as thick as an arm struck like lightning.

With a snap, Fuchuan's entire body was whipped out.

After falling to the ground for a long time, Fuchuan clutched his chest, stood up slowly, opened his clothes, and found that there was only a faint green mark on it.

Close your eyes and sense, and a panel will naturally appear in your mind.

[Iron proficiency +1]

[The overall proficiency of the six forms is as follows:]

[Iron block: 43%]

【Lan Jiao: 0%】

[Finger gun: 0%]

[Month step: 0%]

【Shaving: 30%】

【Paper painting: 0%】

This panel is called the reputation system, and it existed in Fuchuan's mind at the beginning of time travel.

After seeing the improvement in the proficiency of the 'iron block', Fuchuan stood up, patted the dust off his body, and started running around a large blank space in the middle again, sometimes faster and sometimes slower.

I don’t know how long it took, but after finally hearing the prompt of [Shaving Proficiency +1], Fuchuan lay on his back with a big character, breathing heavily.

This damn system, Fuchuan cursed in his heart, without any explanation or explanation, even the initial proficiency of the Sixth Marine Style given as a gift was 0.

The closest Fushikawa came to death was when a hostile ninja lost his weapon and punched him. Then he lay on the ground unable to move for a full half day.

From that moment, after hearing the reminder that the proficiency of the [Iron Block] had increased, he realized that being beaten could improve the proficiency of the [Iron Block].

After that, Fukawa tried various methods, including jumping down from the tree, poking his fingers into the wall and other slightly dangerous methods, and finally figured out the method of [shaving] to increase proficiency, which is to alternate between fast and slow running. .

From then on, Fuchuan would practice here every day after completing his tasks of applying and changing medicines.

He knew that he had to become stronger quickly in order to survive in this cruel war, instead of being abandoned like cannon fodder after losing the war.

Over the past month, Fuchuan has become more and more durable and his running speed has become faster and faster.

A severe whipping from a tree branch would have left a large black bruise on the body, which would slowly subside within a week, but now it only left a faint white mark, and even the pain was not that strong.

However, improving shaving proficiency is much more difficult.

We will work hard on this aspect in the future.

Boom!There was a loud bang.

Is it the sound of detonating symbols? !

Then the alarm sounded quickly!
Enemy attack!

Fuchuan had a clever idea and quickly returned to the camp.

On this battlefield, for someone with low strength like himself, the safest thing is to gather with his own people. Once separated, the risk of death will increase sharply.

(End of this chapter)