Ink marks on leaves

Chapter 1 Yunju Mofeng
Konoha 36 years.

The Second Ninja War had just subsided for a few years.

The ninja world has kept the temporary peace.

But ninjas know that this is only temporary.

World War II left many problems unresolved, and World War III is only a matter of time.

In as short as two or three years, as long as five or six years, the ninja world war will break out again.

What is lacking may be just a fuse.

This year, Konoha ushered in an unprecedented peak since the death of the Second Hokage.

A generation of Ninja Sarutobi Hiruza, is in the prime of life.

The style of acting is vigorous and vigorous, and the five-attribute ninjutsu is superbly played together, which is rare in the ninja world.

The three direct disciples under the sect have grown into talents. During World War II, they teamed up to fight Hanzo, who is known as a demigod in the ninja world, and won the name of Sannin.

Formally occupying a place among the veteran powerhouses.

Konoha Baiya Hatake Sakumo, the one-handed banner wooden sword technique is famous in the ninja world, rumored that its strength is still above Sannin, comparable to the three generations of Hokage.

In addition to Shimura Danzo hiding in the dark, Konoha already has six kage-level masters.

In addition, blood succession families such as the Uchiha clan and the Hyuga clan also came out in large numbers.

At this time, Konoha's strength is so strong that it can resist the other four great ninja villages.

Although Konoha is thriving, death is inevitable.

Fulfilling a mission comes with death.

In a secluded small courtyard in Muye Village, a six-year-old boy with short black hair was sitting blankly in the courtyard.

In front of him, the water in the pond kept hitting the bamboo tube, making intermittent thumping sounds.

This is the courtyard of the Yunju clan.

Inhabited by the rest of the Yunju clan.

But now, the six-year-old boy in front of him is probably the few remaining members of this clan.

Maybe even the sole survivor.

Yunju Mofeng is his name.

At this moment, he looked at the scroll and a writing brush beside him, and fell into deep thought.

His eyes were not mature enough for his age.

"The world of Hokage? It's really dangerous."

The boy sighed deeply, recalling what happened an hour ago.

"Yunju Mofeng, your father Yunju Hualang performed a mission and died. This is his relic."

After that Anbu finished speaking expressionlessly, he put down his things, turned around and disappeared.

Only Yunju Mo Feng was left standing there in a daze.

Then he burst into tears and passed out.

When he woke up again, he had already changed another person's soul.

A soul from this world.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary student, except for 20 years of painting experience, he had no special skills.

I didn't expect to be reborn in this world.

"It's fate."

With a chuckle, Mo Feng dispelled the sorrow and boredom just now from his heart.

The Yunju family is good at using painting skills, and their family has passed down ninjutsu super beast fake paintings.

Infused with will and chakra, even drawn false objects can be driven!

"If I remember correctly this ninjutsu, it should be the ninjutsu of the ninja named Sai in the root of the future. Could it be that he is also from the Yunju clan?"

Mo Feng muttered to himself, but couldn't get an answer.

In memory, he doesn't seem to have any relatives left.

The only father also died in the previous mission.

"It's really lonely."

Mo Feng sighed softly, came back to his senses, and picked up the scroll beside him.

It was the relic of his father entrusted to Mo Feng by Anbu before.

Spread out the scroll, and there is a picture drawn inside.

The brush strokes are exquisite, and it is everyone's handwriting at a glance.

"Is this... God Buddha?"

On the scroll, the ink-colored gods and Buddhas come alive, with solemn expressions, like the glaring eyes of a vajra!

Mo Feng could even feel the huge power flowing in that line.

It should be the legendary Chakra.

At this moment, at the edge of the scroll, a lotus flower suddenly spread out in the shape of flowing ink, rushed out of the scroll, and landed on the floor beside it.

A miraculous scene appeared.

I saw that the ink automatically arranged and condensed to form a paragraph of text.

Mo Feng was amazed, and soon understood.

This should be left by the deceased Yunju Hualang.

"Son, when you read this letter, Dad should have left forever. Don't feel sorry for Dad, this is the fate of ninjas. I know that this day will come sooner or later. Child, although this is a painful world, But don’t give up your life easily. Remember, only by becoming strong can you protect everything you want. Dad failed to protect mother well, and suffered all his life. I hope you can protect everything you cherish.”

After Mo Feng finished reading the last word, the ink moved again and scattered into traceless water without leaving a trace.

"What a great father, what a pity..."

Mo Feng sighed and planned to get up.

But at this moment, the scattered ink condensed again, and two words slowly emerged.

"studio?"

Moments later, the ink disappeared without a trace again.

Mo Feng frowned, picked up the paintbrush at the side, and walked back to the room.

The studio is on the second floor.

That's the place where Yunju Hualang usually rests, and the former Mo Feng naturally went there too.

Yunju Hualang also taught him to paint there.

Gently pushing open the door, the room was neatly furnished, not at all like a painter's studio.

On the left side of the room, there is a bookshelf with five layers, densely packed with books.

The right side is full of paintings.

In the painting is a young and beautiful woman with a bright smile.

In my memory, it was my mother.

Mo Feng respectfully bowed to the scroll.

After all, it took up the body of someone else's son, so it should be respected.

"Why did he let me come to the studio? Could there be something here?"

Mo Feng murmured, and then saw the drawing board beside him.

On the drawing board, there is an unfinished painting.

"this painting……"

Mo Feng felt a little awkward, and reached out to touch the scroll.

When the finger touched the line, the ink on the scroll seemed to sense it, and immediately moved!
I saw that the ink condensed into a straight line, and then formed a box shape.

The next moment, the box actually emerged from the scroll and landed on the ground.

Mo Feng was amazed.

"This is simply the magic pen Ma Liang."

Mo Feng sighed and opened the box formed by the ink.

There was a scroll quietly inside.

On the cover of the scroll, the word "Yunju" is written.

"It seems that this is a ninjutsu belonging to the Yunju clan."

Mo Feng thought to himself, and then opened the scroll.

The scroll is full of densely packed characters, with only a few pictures mixed in at the end.

"The Yunju clan, who use painting as their technique, can be called Mo Dun!"

At the beginning of the chapter, Mo Feng whispered: "Mo Dun, it's quite appropriate."

Mo Feng suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and continued to read: "Mo Dun, with the shape of strokes and Chakra as the body, summons invisible things for his own use. Chakra in the world, except fire, wind, thunder, and earth that are commonly known , In addition to water, there are both yin and yang. Mo Dun, using water attribute chakra as blood and yang attribute chakra as bone, can be achieved!"

"Water attribute and Yang attribute? Unexpectedly, this Mo Dun is really a blood follower limit."

(Water attribute chakra outlines the body, and yang attribute chakra supplements vitality to form a temporary attack. It is not a statement that life is created, and the impurity lies in the yin attribute. The original Sai is also a yang attribute plus water attribute.)
Most of the blood succession boundary is a special escape technique formed by the natural mixture of the two chakras.

Such as ice escape, wood escape, melting escape, haze escape and so on.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Mo Feng's mouth.

His journey seems to have just begun.

(End of this chapter)