Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 57

Mizuki stared at the dark-skinned boy.

The map in his hand was silently rolled up and put back into the sealed space of his left arm.

"I... have a friend..." The boy fell to the ground and was paralyzed, the blood flowing from his mouth and chest was profuse, even exaggerated.

In the grassland in spring, the tender green grass leaves are stained with blood, and they are reddishly red.

The boy said intermittently: "She...is called Sally...was wandering and migrating in the desert of the Land of Winds since her father's generation...the journey has never stopped...cough cough...her mother's name is Sara...was a ..."

"Queen Loulan." Mizuki continued.

"Yes... queen... huh... Speaking of which... I used to be a little prince too..." The boy's thoughts drifted away, and he suddenly remembered something hateful, and he yelled viciously with blood on his mouth, "Kill!" Kill him! Kill him for me! Kill Orochimaru! Kill him!"

Mizuki's heart shuddered.

The wind picked up again, blowing the wild grass and swaying, and the close-knit grass made a soft rustling sound one after another.

The young man's face was ferocious, his eyes were about to split open, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was wide open, revealing blood-stained teeth.

He didn't say a word.

The scarlet eyes became dizzy.

The chakra on the neck dissipated, and the carotid artery wound, which was severed with a sharp knife, was exposed to the air.

Blood gushed.

The dark blue light on Mizuki's fingertips disappeared.

He bent down.

He patted the boy's young but childish face with his hands.

"Hey, you haven't given Loulan's address yet." Mizuki continued to stare at the boy with a blank expression.

A child, about 15 years old, whose name and surname are not known, died at my hands.

His story must be better than mine.

Worse than me.

more painful than me.

But killing is neither right nor wrong.

Mizuki stretched his arms and stretched out a trembling hand.

The breeze blows the bloody air far away.

The grassland that has grown for thousands of years has buried an unknown number of bones, including humans, cattle and sheep, wolves, and birds.

The horn of death came from far to near, and passed through a life staring at history, drifting from near to far.

The boundaries between countries have been disrupted and reorganized time and time again by wars of interest one after another. On the grassland of the country of Sichuan, a lone wolf lurks in the grass on the edge.

The wolf lurks in the dark with a human touch.

It endured, and its sharp fangs opened silently.

Its green animal pupils silently looked at another country less than a hundred meters away.

Fire country.

The Land of Fire surrounded by forests.

Rain has blanketed the country for two days and two nights.

The wolf has been hiding here for two days and two nights without eating or drinking.

The gloomy weather is like an endless scroll of ink painting, rolling from one side of the sky to the other side of the sky.

"Kill me."

A childish call sounded faintly in the darkness.

"Kill me."

The voice was full of despair, like a prisoner who had struggled for a long time and could no longer struggle, and could only beg for death to come sooner.

"Kill me."

A seven-year-old child was leaning on a big tree stiffly, unable to move.

His short body like a kappa exudes an indescribable weirdness and lifelessness.

The child was sobbing sadly, and tears welled up in his eyes, and even the rain could not blur his tears.

A tall and thin teenager appeared beside the child at some point.

The child looked at the boy with tears in his eyes.

"You kill me." The child kept begging.

The gray hair on the young man's head was wet from the rain, and the two red dots printed on each of the brows without any eyebrows were also covered by the wet hair hanging down.

"But you are already dead, Kenta." The boy walked to the child's side step by step.

"Then why do you want me to come back to life?" the child asked sadly.

The young man said calmly, "Because the adults need you."

"I don't want it, I don't want that adult's needs!" The kid who looked like a kappa shouted, and glared at the tall and thin boy with a sickly pale face with tears in his eyes.

The boy's paralyzed face was unexpectedly handsome, and after being glared at by the child, he couldn't help but pause.

It's a pity that this pause lasted only a second or two, that child couldn't stop the eyebrowless boy from moving forward.

"It's useless," the young man walked up to the child, and said softly with a look of indifference that sees through life and death, "No one can make me forget adults, even you who have special abilities."

As the boy said, he coughed violently. He covered his mouth with his hand, and a handful of blood stuck to his hand.

"It won't be long." A trace of regret flashed across the young man's indifferent face.

"Come back with me. You are very special. Every rebirth will consume your own soul. This has something in common with the master's technique of reincarnation. You are very useful. I really envy you," said the white-haired The teenager touched the child's head with his other hand that was not stained by blood, and then pulled out a kunai with a spell attached to it from the back of the child's neck, "Don't run around anymore, maybe next time, I can't find you either, Kenta."

The child regained his body freedom. He raised his hands, waved his left hand, turned his head to look, waved his right hand, and turned his head to look again.

"But I want to see Naruto, Shikamaru, I want to see them..." The child raised his head, with tears in his eyes, tears without any warmth.

"Naruto? Uzumaki Naruto?" the white-haired boy asked in a young voice.

"Well," the child nodded and said sadly, "I've been looking for it for a long time, but I got lost and I couldn't find them."

"it is good."

The white-haired boy gently picked up the child, and then turned his hands to carry the child's weightless body as light as paper.

"I know where that person is, I'll take you to see him, and then go back." The boy promised.

"Really?"

"real."

The boy said with certainty.

During the 12 years, the teenager never made promises easily.

"Okay, let's go see Naruto, hehehe..." The child laughed loudly.

There was a little hoarseness unique to that child in the laughter.

He was very happy.

As soon as he was happy, all the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

The rain that had surrounded the Land of Fire for two days and two nights finally stopped.

A blazing sun suddenly pierced through the black clouds.

The sun poked its head out.

The golden light shone on the child's non-stop laughing face.

"Hurry up, Kimaro, let's go see Naruto!" Kenta shouted happily.

The white-haired boy trembled his thin lips slightly, and a smile that ordinary people couldn't detect flashed by.

Before leaving, the boy turned his head to look at the grass not far away, and stretched out his hand to throw out a big sealing scroll.

"This is your reward for finding Kenta, one hundred gene enhancers, 10 minutes of efficacy." The boy said indifferently.

The hungry wolf, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly jumped out, opened its mouth to bite the scroll, and growled cautiously and crazily.

The white-haired boy tapped the ground with his toes, and led a child towards a ninja village that was mostly smashed to pieces.

On the border between the land of fire and the land of rivers, a lone wolf bit a scroll and howled with its head raised.

The howling neigh passes through the wind and clouds, the earth, and the sea of ​​grass.

The high-pitched wolf howl resounded fiercely.

Kawa no country is not a big grassland.

A sheep raised its head.

A hungry wolf looked up.

A yak raised its head.

All kinds of animals that had disappeared for dozens of days got up one after another amidst the faint wailing sounds.

A mighty great migration suddenly appeared.

In Tangyin Village, beside a street full of people.

In a guest room of a tavern, a tall figure in a black robe sitting on the ground in the darkness received a letter from a fat pigeon.

Four words were written in a hurry on the letter.

"He is back."

The man's hand paused slightly.

A coquettish red flame burst out, burning the paper to ashes.

"Gee, call the children and transfer to the land of waves."

Fat Pigeon was stunned, and said sharply, "Is it serious? This year's..."

Fat Pigeon hadn't finished speaking when the man suddenly felt something and flew out of the window in an instant.

Outside Tangyin Village.

A trembling hand caressed the face of a black-skinned teenager who was dying.

The icy touch passed through the nerves of a white-haired man with an expressionless face.

A desolate roar from nowhere covered the grassland.

The child whose name was unknown closed his eyes.

The white-haired man stood up, turned around and walked towards the crowded Tangyin Village.

At the end, a reply sounded unhurriedly.

"I promise you..."

　(The death-seeking chapter is over, the next one: Destruction.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)