Blood of Naruto

Blood of Hokage Following the Snares Author: Higu

Dongge, who traveled to the world of Naruto, was born on the moon, and inside the moon. This letter is thousands of years old.

The boy who inherited Kaguya's beauty is broken inside.

Will fate remain the same with time, or will it change in Dongge's hands?

Gee...the ending may know.

Ninjutsu system blood follows the snares and kills ashes.

The illusion system is blood following the snare, and the six-harmony magic.

The blood of the martial arts system is followed by a snare? ...

In the [-]rd year of Konoha, the three generations of Fengying disappeared. It seems that everything points to Konoha Village, and Sandyin Village is under heavy force...

No plug-ins, but powerful, no system, backstage, no stallion, only material.

……

Xigu (author)'s words: After all, it is written by Doujin, not according to the original book.

On the premise of respecting the original characters, some plots will be changed.

Please don't be too serious.

001 Master, there are monsters in the woods!

The sun sets and night falls.

The sky was covered by a huge black screen, and the air suddenly became cold and thin.

The forest seems to contain deep and endless darkness, and the strange-looking old trees are like grinning with dry skin.

Predators at night attacked silently, and the injured little beasts screamed helplessly, making people even more creepy...

There were about a dozen people in the group, jumping quickly between the big trees, as vigorous as ape, and their bare-fingered shoes stepped on the branches as steady as Mount Tai.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Ten people flashed past, and the speed was so fast that only ten black shadows disappeared from sight.

……

In the western forest of the Fire Country, the flames roared towards all directions, burning all the trees within a radius of more than [-] meters.

At the very center, a huge meteorite half-human height intersected with black and red all over its body.

Black smoke billowed straight into the sky, and the blazing flames blurred vision.

Apocalyptic scene, everything is shrouded in dead silence.

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

A fissure bisected the burning meteorite in the middle.

There was a crackling, the stone shattered, and a small weak and boneless hand stretched out with a "poof" and grabbed the ground ruthlessly.

"Hey!~~ It's so hot!" The young child's voice screamed casually with a lazy taste.

Strangely, when the meteorite shattered, the surrounding fire seemed to be pulled by some kind of force and extinguished in vain!

Not long after, a five- or six-year-old kid crawled out of the meteorite.

It has been sealed for thousands of years, but it has only been six years to nurture spiritual wisdom.

The first memory that popped into his mind was that he inherited the world's most honorable surname, Otsutsuki, the kid named Dongge.

Shaking his dazed head, Dongge slowly stood up with his hands on his weak knees.

"Alas, the names are all clouds."

Shouldn't it be normal for a body that hasn't moved for six years to have weak legs?

Dongge half-hunched his waist, feeling his legs trembling, as if he would fall down in the next second.

"Big brother inherited his mother's Doudouyan and sublimated it into a circle eye."

"Second brother inherited his mother's Dongdongyan and sublimated it into Tenseigan."

"Even the third brother, it should be brother, right? Also..."

"Oh, because of Mao, I can't even stand steady!!!"

Dongge persisted for a while, decided to do what he could, and sat down on the meteorite.

hiss! ~~

It was hot, but he was too lazy to move.

While there is still some time, Dongge needs to rest for a while and think about what to do next.

Hei Jue, who had been paying attention to the moon, rushed here frantically at the first moment of the celestial phenomenon.

After the meteorite fell, Hei Jue kept watching in the dark.

Until Dongge crawled out of the meteorite debris...

Hei Jue's face showed the expression of the overturned five-flavor bottle.

Surprised, confused, nostalgic.

Hei Jue stared at Dong Ge's cheek in a daze, and muttered to himself, "It's... Mom's... taste."

"Who?! Who's there!" Although Dongge was small, his mind was delicate.

The surrounding trees were completely burned by the fire, and it was very empty.

Hei Jue's whispering voice was as crisp as a needle falling on the floor.