Naruto: I survive in the land of blood mist

In the southern village of Fengxue Island, black smoke billowed, houses collapsed, and raging fires burned.

"Teacher, there are only eighteen bodies, two less than the twenty targets on the mission scroll."

Oono Leima ran forward and reported the situation to Wuxin.

Wuxin touched his chin and said expressionlessly:

"Eighteen bodies? The remaining two..."

After a slight pause, Wuxin changed the subject and said:

"We will wait here and ambush for a while."

The three students responded very competently, collected the bodies, and put out the fire on the building. After handling the aftermath like chores, several people hid in the house to ambush.

Wuxin and the other four patiently ambushed for half a month, but the remaining two snow ninjas never came back.

The mission had reached this point, and Wuxin realized that it was meaningless to ambush any further, so he took several students and took the Yatagarasu back to the Central Island.

After the Yatagarasu flew for several hours and arrived at the town in the northeast of the central island of the Land of Water, Wuxin and others explored the town for more than half a month, but still had no clues. Wuxin did not waste time and immediately set off to return to the Hidden Mist Village.

Wuxin and others arrived at the Mizukage Building and explained the mission status to the Mizukage Yagura. After learning about the mission status of Wuxin's team, the Mizukage Yagura did not comment.

After all, Wuxin and others had been ambushing and searching for more than a month, and they had done what they should do, so Yagura could not find any fault. Ten percent of the mission reward was deducted in a conventional manner, and the mission was announced to be over.

After Wuxin distributed the mission reward to his disciples, he thought for a while and headed towards the direction of Yuto Murayama's house in the east district of the village.

In the yard of Yuto Murayama's mansion, Yuto Murayama crossed his arms and looked at his son Yuto Murayama climbing a tree with a stern face.

Murayama Yuxin stepped horizontally on the trunk of the tree. When he reached a height of six or seven meters, his right foot suddenly slipped and he stepped on nothing. His body suddenly lost its center of gravity and he fell to the ground with panic and shouting.

Murayama Yuto frowned, sighed, and gathered his chakra under his feet.

Swish!

A figure flashed from the courtyard wall and caught Murayama Yuxin steadily.

"Little guy, are you okay?"

Wuxin squatted on the ground, asked softly, and helped Murayama Yuxin stand steadily.

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

Murayama Yuxin responded with a stutter, then left Wuxin and walked to the tree again.

Wuxin slowly stood up, turned his head and looked at Yuto Murayama who was standing not far away, and whispered:

"Teacher, isn't this kind of practice too early?"

Yuto Murayama crossed his arms, with a straight face and expressionless face. He met Wuxin's gaze, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"No, not too early. Compared to when you were this old, the name of the child prodigy has already reached my ears."

Yuto Murayama's strictness towards his son Yuto Murayama made Wuxin think of his parents forcing him to learn ninjutsu and practice when he was a child.

However, Wuxin was very interested in supernatural energy such as ninjutsu and chakra at that time. He didn't need his parents to force him. He asked his parents to teach him ninjutsu every day, and emptied out all the skills his parents knew.

Before entering school, Wuxin's name as a child prodigy was already well-known in the neighborhood. After entering school, he beat up all his classmates, and the name of the Kirigakure child prodigy began to spread throughout the Kirigakure Village.

"But teacher, not everyone is a genius."

Wu Xin came back to his senses and quietly defended himself.

It is indeed impossible for someone to be like him, yearning for power and ninjutsu, and thinking about practicing all the time since the day he was born.

Normal children have a childlike heart and a desire to explore the world. Curiosity and playfulness are their nature, and fear of difficulties and crying are instincts.

Normally, there can't be a second person like Wu Xin, unless he is also reborn by taking over another body.

Murayama Yuto shook his head and said expressionlessly:

"No, if there is a child prodigy, there will be a second one.

Manzuki of the Kido family can already perform ninjutsu at the age of five.

The ninjas of the Kido clan call him the new generation of child prodigy of Kirigakure."

"Manzuki of Kido? Can perform ninjutsu at the age of five?"

Wuxin was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that there would be a second child prodigy. He chuckled and continued:

"Hehe, it seems that he is indeed a genius.

However, teacher, what does this have to do with Murayama Yushin? Teaching is something that should be done according to one's ability."

Wuxin didn't care about the so-called child prodigy title. There are really very few people in the ninja world who can practice and train at the age of five.

For a long time, Murayama Yuto had a blank expression and had no desire to answer.

Noticing Murayama Yushin's gloomy expression, Wuxin's thoughts turned, and he thought of something, and said in a deep voice:

"Five years old? That means he is the same age as Yushin. Next year, Kido will beMantsuki and Murayama are interested in being classmates?"

"Yes, this is really a worrying thing."

Murayama Yuto nodded and replied softly, his face somewhat helpless.

His son was in the same class as a prodigy when he entered school, and they were going to kill each other at graduation.

The result of anyone who meets a prodigy like Mantsuki Hozuki in an exam is almost certain.

The prodigy of the Hozuki clan can learn and contact ninjutsu at a much higher starting point than the former Wuxin, and his strength will naturally be stronger.

And the village will definitely notice the prodigy and give resources. .

If Murayama Yuxin is unlucky and faces Mangetsu Kizuki, then Murayama Yuto will basically lose his son in old age.

Wuxin looked at Murayama Yuto. Although Murayama Yuto looked expressionless and indifferent, the sorrow between his eyebrows could not escape Wuxin's eyes, who were already very familiar with each other.

Wuxin remembered what the Fourth Mizukage had said to him, walked slowly towards Murayama Yuto, and whispered:

"Teacher, the Fourth Mizukage told me that the blood mist is only short-term and helpless.

It will not exceed three years at most. The first blood mist assessment started at the beginning of this year.

If it takes three years as expected, it will end in the fifty-third year.

Youxin will enter school next year, and when he graduates after three years of study, it will be the fifty-fourth year of Kirigakure.

In other words, Youxin may not be involved in this kind of assessment content. "

On the side, Yushin Murayama crawled sideways on the tree with sweat all over his head. His steps were a little shaky, but he was moving very steadily. At the age of five, he could use chakra to this extent, which could be called very good.

Murayama Yuto's expressionless face paid attention to Murayama Yushin's practice, and his eyes also flashed with some relief. He turned his head and said to Wuxin:

"Wuxin, don't you understand? Promises are not credible.

If for some reason, the Mizukage extends the blood mist policy, what should we do then?

You, me, or who in the village can guarantee that the Mizukage will stop the blood mist as you said? Who can guarantee that the Mizukage will fulfill his promise? "

In the ninja world where everyone is as cunning as a fox, promises are indeed like toilet paper.

Wuxin took a deep breath, understood Yushin Murayama's concerns, and said in a deep voice:

"Teacher, you are a senior jonin of the Hidden Mist Village.

You have personally witnessed the sudden death of the third generation and the succession of Lord Yagura as the fourth generation.

If the tyranny of the blood mist continues for a long time, the village will surely become a powder keg that will ignite at any time.

In this situation, why don’t we follow the example of the fourth generation? End the tyranny through our own efforts? "