Naruto Reborn: The Rise of the Tsar

Chapter 31 Seeking Vengeance
A hearty competition finally came to an end. Although, like last time, no bells were obtained, everyone felt a burst of joy from the bottom of their hearts.

Because everyone has truly felt their own growth.

"There are some things that I need to go back to deal with. It will take about a week." Jiraiya sat casually on the steps, seeming to be chatting about a very ordinary matter. He said naturally and comfortably, "The situation is still very chaotic during this period. Don't be chaotic." Run and wait for me to come back!"

Everyone nodded in agreement!

After Jiraiya left, everyone finished their daily evening classes and fell asleep peacefully.

Only Fuchuan quietly got up in the latter half of the night and walked outside.
"Fushikawa, you are really good at it. You are still going out to practice now," Yahiko said without opening his eyes. He just said to himself, "Jiraiya-sensei, you are still working so hard even without me! I will definitely catch up with you tomorrow."

The sound weakened and he finally fell asleep.

Fukawa looked at the three sleeping Nagatos, gently put on his Zanpakutō, and slowly closed the door.

While Jiraiya was away, he wanted to do something.

Marching in the night, Fuchuan suddenly turned around, and a shuriken shot out from his hand.

A pair of showy hands waved the kunai to block the shuriken.

After seeing the person clearly, Fuchuan was slightly surprised, "Xiaonan?"

Then he smiled and said, "You are still so attentive. You knew from the beginning that I wasn't going to train."

"Fukawa," Xiaonan seemed a little confused, "Jiraiya-sensei clearly told us not to run around. The town where the rain ninjas are stationed will be in front of us soon. What do you want to do?"

After a long silence, Fuchuan said,

"Do you still remember me?"

"You" Xiaonan covered her lips in surprise at this moment, "...you don't mean to..."

"Ten years are not too late for a gentleman to take revenge," Fuchuan laughed at himself, "I am a ninja. I have endured it for two years, and it's almost time."

"But..." Xiaonan seemed to be confused, "Jiraiya-sensei..."

Fuchuan shook his head, "If he learns that we use this power for revenge, he will definitely be disappointed."

"In that case, why you?"

"Xiaonan, do you still remember what I said to you two years ago?"

This time he didn't look at Xiaonan. Fuchuan just turned around slowly and said, "There is no absolute justice in the world."

"Actually, there is still half a sentence." He continued walking towards the darkness ahead, "...unless we take charge of it ourselves!"

"Xonan, please go back. Don't reveal my whereabouts to Yahiko and Nagato. I will go back quickly."

Watching the other party's figure slowly disappear into the night, Xiao Nan had a complicated expression.

At that moment, she really wanted to rush forward and do this with him. Even if she knew it would offend Jiraiya-sensei, she still wanted to bear it with him.

But she never spoke, she just stood in the shadows and remained silent for a long time.
It rained very hard that night, and the thin raincoat was no longer enough.

After Mitsuki Keita's duty was over, he returned to his residence and saw him struggling to take off his raincoat with his right hand.

The left sleeve is empty.

This was left for him by a group of brats two years ago.

Since then, Keita Mitsuki, who had been promoted to squad leader, was replaced by others due to his great loss of strength, and was demoted to become an ordinary garrison ninja.

And because he killed several civilians in the town in a fit of rage, he was punished a lot.

Although in this troubled world, a ninja's life is much more expensive than that of a civilian, he is indeed hated by his superiors.Since then, I have been constantly being squeezed out.

Later, his wife was also driven away by him, leaving him alone.

Over the years, the rage of revenge has corroded his heart all the time.

With a bang, the wooden door shattered.

It turned out that Mitsuki Keita failed to control his chakra.

After the door shattered, raindrops mixed with the sound of howling wind rushed towards him.

This made him even more irritated, and suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

It illuminated a figure sitting at the end of the stairs.

I saw the man holding the knife with one hand and resting his other hand easily on the armrest. It seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time, but he was not impatient at all.

"I'm finally back. I've been waiting for you all night."

Mitsuki Keita held a kunai tightly in his right hand, "Who are you?"

"Hey, noble man, how forgetful are you?" Fukawa slowly pulled out his Zanpakutō and stroked the blade and said, "You forgot, why are you missing your hand?"

"It's you!" Mitsuki Keita recalled in an instant and said in surprise, "How did you find this place?"

"Hey, everyone in town knows about the grumpy, moody one-armed ninja, so it's really no secret where you live."

"Hmph!" Mitsuki Keita's chakra circulated slowly, "I let you little brats escape, but you dare to come here today, so you should suffer death like this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party rushed forward!
Click!Kunai was held firmly by the long knife.

This!
Mitsuki Keita was shocked in his heart. Although he lost an arm, he was still a chunin-level ninja after all.

The attack that he had just launched with all his strength was blocked so easily?
Fuchuan's heart was full of disappointment. From the blow just now, he clearly felt that the opponent's chakra movement was sluggish, his movements were not smooth, and his steps were frivolous. It seemed that he had not practiced for a long time.

In short, it is full of flaws.

Back then, I was almost driven to a dead end by such a loser?
After two years of hard training by Jiraiya, one of the three ninjas, Fukawa's chakra use and ninjutsu level are already completely different from those of ordinary ninjas.

After thinking about this, Fushikawa stopped teasing and held the knife in one hand with a slight force. The kunai in the opponent's hand flew away. At the same time, the other hand reached forward and grabbed the opponent's throat like lightning. .
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Fuchuan was now standing in front of a house that had collapsed. Only half of the dark brown door was left.

I had previously heard from surrounding residents that the old man died two years ago, and the specific cause was unknown.

When it comes to this, the neighbors are all very tight-lipped.

Fuchuan used some means in private to find out some fragments of what was said at that time. For some unknown reason, the old man offended the ninjas in the town and was tortured all night before he died.

Because the old man was kind-hearted, after his death, the neighbors helped collect the body and buried it on a hillside not far away.

Fuchuan turned around and walked towards the tombstone where the old man was buried.

Suddenly there was an explosion in the sky, and several figures suddenly appeared, surrounding Fuchuan.

It seems that the person is not dressed like the ninja stationed in this town.

After careful sensing with chakra, there were actually two jounin among the eight rain ninjas!
"stop!"

The leading Jonin stepped forward and asked with vigilance, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

(End of this chapter)