The Avenger of the Uzumaki Clan

Time flies by.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed quickly.

In the past month.

Konohagakure Village has also entered the most noisy and bustling period. The high-ranking nobles and politicians from the Land of Fire, the Land of Wind, and some small and medium-sized countries around have made Konoha's business very prosperous.

There are crowds of people everywhere.

The people who opened shops in Konoha are smiling every day. During this period of time, these merchants in Konoha can be said to have made a lot of money. These nobles and politicians who are either rich or noble are a group of mobile cornucopias.

There is no need to worry about the consumption capacity of these people.

Menma walked casually on the streets of Konohagakure Village, and he could clearly see the happiness and joy on the faces of these people.

No one would have expected the arrival of disaster.

Of course, for the lower-class people, this is the most reasonable way of life. They can only see the present, not only because of the environment, but also because of their identity. How can ordinary people have the ability and opportunity to control their own destiny?

Go with the flow, constantly struggle in the long river of life. If you are lucky, you can swim to your own end and draw a tentatively perfect period. If you are unlucky, you will sink directly into the bottom of the endless abyss. This is the fate of ordinary people.

And what Menma wants to do is to get rid of such a fate. His life in this life must be in his own hands.

Living in frustration is definitely not the future that Menma wants.

Therefore, even if there is a deep abyss in front of him, he will jump down without hesitation. This is Menma's own choice.

Walk lightly to a street on the easternmost side of the village.

Step down along the right position.

The tide of people coming and going.

Inadvertently, it seems that someone lightly bumped Menma's shoulder.

Menma paused for a moment, then started walking again. After turning the next corner, he headed straight back to his home.

He waited until night fell, and the whole village was covered in a layer of dark camouflage.

Menma gently pushed open the door of the house.

The huge perception spread.

When he was 100% sure that there was no ninja around.

"Swoosh"

Menma lightly tapped his toes and flew directly to the northwest.

A figure blending into the night.

All the way, there was no sound.

Relying on the huge perception.

Menma completely avoided all the people and came directly to an extremely remote and seldom visited residential area in the northwest of Konohagakure Village.

And there, there were already two figures waiting for Menma.

The one on the right is naturally Kabuto Yakushi, who has been in charge of contacting Menma during this period of time. The other figure is the most capable and trusted subordinate of the Fourth Kazekage, the strongest jonin in the Sand Village at present - Maki.

The moment he sensed the appearance of Menma's chakra.

Maki was subconsciously alert.

The look he gave Kabuto Yakushi was full of suspicion.

"Kabuto Yakushi? What does this mean?"

After all, allies who came together only for the sake of interests can't have any trust at all. Konoha and Sand Village have been allies for many years, and they can't just stab each other. At the level of national ninja villages, talking about trust is a joke.

"Haha, don't worry, Maki-san, this is another ally of ours that I told you about before. This is one of the most important arms in our plan this time."

Kabuto Yakushi didn't care about Maki's vigilance at all, and still said with a smile.

And just as Kabuto Yakushi's words fell.

Menma had already rushed to the near point.

After seeing Menma's appearance and the forehead protector, Maki was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Kabuto Yakushi with anger and said, "The biggest helper? Are you kidding? A kid from Konoha who is only ten years old?"

"Hehe, isn't Gaara-kun also only ten years old?"

Kabuto Yakushi said with a smile.

Menma had a blank expression on his face.

"Can Gaara be the same? Gaara is from our Sand Village... Could it be!?"

Maki said with a smile instead of anger, but only halfway through, Maki's brain flashed, and he turned his head suddenly, looking at Menma again with a look of complete disbelief.

"That's what you said, Maki-san."

Kabuto Yakushi continued.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this guy can't be from Konoha..."

Maki waved his hand, still saying it with a look of complete disbelief.

But it was only a second later.

"Boom!"

Menma's body burst out with a strong chakra power, which was obviously the red chakra controlled within a certain range, but it was enough to make Menma change into the fox pupil posture.

Maki's words came to an abrupt end.

It was as if someone had grabbed his neck directly.

"Can we stop talking nonsense? We don't have so much time to waste, there are only three days left before the scheduled time. I've said it before, Dou-san, if your plan does not satisfy me, I will not take action, please remember this."

Menma said with a cold look at Kabuto Yakushi and Maki.

Today is the day when the plan is finally finalized.

Because a month is too long, so long that any accident may happen at any time during this process, causing the plan to have to be changed.

Jiraiya's return to the village is the biggest unexpected factor.

Menma was reluctant to get involved too deeply at first, but later he thought that if he could know more about the plans made by Orochimaru and the Sand Ninja, it would be more conducive to his next choices and arrangements.

Risks, of course, exist.

At this juncture, no matter what choice Menma makes, there will definitely be pros and cons, and everything depends on how Menma chooses.

It was just a flash.

But Maki almost doubted his life.

Nine-tailed Jinchuriki!

Although I am not so sure, after all, Konoha has never sent Nine-tailed Jinchuriki to the battlefield.

But the pressure just now.

It seemed to make his soul tremble.

And combined with the information collected before.

Maki had to believe that the red-haired boy in front of him was the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki of the Hidden Leaf Village.

But Maki still had a feeling of unreality.

This really couldn't be blamed on Maki's lack of self-cultivation.

Rather, the things in front of him were too unreal.

The Nine-Tails Jinchuriki of Konoha, standing on their side? Joining the Konoha collapse plan?

Listen, is this human talk? Isn't this nonsense?