This Ninja Is Obviously Not Strong but Really Hard to Kill

In the dark secret cave, an old figure was sitting on a large stone seat. Next to him was a simple but sharp sickle.

At this time, his eyes were on the person who came in. —No, strictly speaking, he was looking at the little ghost who was being held in the hands of the person who came in.

After sizing it up, the old man once again used his remaining eye to stare at the 'thing' he created. Although he did not speak from beginning to end, the eyes that clearly reflected the three magatamas seemed to exert endless pressure!

The person was shocked and quickly explained in a very loud voice, "I have already dealt with all the guys who accidentally entered this area, but this child seems to be a little special. You told me to pay attention to some 'seed' with a special talent in the near future, so I brought him back."

The old man listened to the explanation of this guy dressed in white in front of him, and then he withdrew his serious gaze. The oppressive feeling in the air suddenly dissipated and changed back to the image of a candle in the wind that seemed to be dying at any time.

"Who are the people who came? Has the tail been cleaned?"

As the old man slowly opened his mouth, a white fellow hurriedly said, "It's a ninja from the Iwagakure. It seems that they are surrounding the nearby villages. The recent situation of the battle has become more and more advantageous to Konoha. This time, I wonder what stupid ideas the people of Iwagakure have come up with to deal with Konoha..."

"Get to the point."

When the old man heard the name Konoha, he directly interrupted the other party's chatter.

The man in white immediately shivered and quickly said, "Some of the people who escaped from the nearby villages were chased into the vicinity by the pursuers. It should be a coincidence. They didn't find anything."

The old man nodded after hearing this. He didn't ask how the guy dealt with the people after killing them. If he couldn't even do such a small thing, it meant that the other party had no value to use.

"What's the matter with this little devil?"

At the mention of the child in his hand, the white guy immediately regained his natural instinct. He said with extreme excitement, "I had already caught everyone in one fell swoop, including the ninjas of Iwagakure and the villagers who were being hunted. Of course, this child was also included. However, when I was dealing with the battlefield, I suddenly found that this child was not dead and was alive again!"

"Then, out of curiosity, I carefully examined him again, but I did not find out why his fatal injury disappeared and he survived. I thought that Madara-sama might be a little interested in this kid, so I brought him back."

After White Zetsu finished speaking, the old man called Madara-sama showed a trace of interest in his eyes.

As for the fact that White Zetsu had killed both parties that had intruded into his territory, he did not feel that anything was wrong. This was what he had instructed.

According to normal circumstances, this child should not have survived. White Zetsu would definitely not go against his will, nor would he deceive him.

In other words, everything that White Zetsu had said was true.

'White Zetsu had personally killed this child, but when he was cleaning up the battlefield, he discovered that this child had survived, and even the fatal injury had disappeared, so he brought him back.'

'Interesting…'

A terrifying smile appeared on Madara's aged face. Then, he raised his hand, indicating for White Zetsu to bring the child over. He wanted to have a good examination.

If there was no suitable candidate on the day of his end, perhaps the child in front of him could give him another choice.

However, it was a pity that the person who inherited his name, Madara, was not a member of Uchiha.

So, let's wait a little longer...

The only remaining Sharingan that Madara had left seemed to have penetrated through the darkness, passed through time, space, and arrived at the bustling village.

"Hashirama, I will prove to you that you have chosen an extremely wrong path."

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"My head... it hurts. Where... is this place?"

In the darkness, a pair of eyes slowly opened. It seemed that he was not used to such a dark environment. After more than a minute, he could barely see the things around him.

Then, before he could speak, a memory that did not belong to him began to emerge and then merged

After a few minutes, he finally understood what had happened to him.

"I really didn't expect that this big street transmigration drama could actually happen to me."

Through the few years of memories that he had merged into his mind, he had probably already guessed which world he had transmigrated to.

Village, ninja, five great countries, chakra, ninjutsu...

Although his body was only 4 years old, and he was from a small village, there were still some common memories.

So after reading those memories, it was not difficult for him to infer that the world he was currently in should be the dangerous Naruto Ninja World!

As an ordinary Otaku who used to read novels and anime, he was still familiar with the name of the three great migrant blogs of the Sea of Fire. As for the finished Naruto, he naturally saw it from the beginning to the end.

What?

You said that Naruto is not finished?

EMMMMMM...

I'm sorry, but I really can't stand it anymore. It's simply ruining my views, so let's just forget it!

Before he transmigrated, he was also very ordinary. He was not a soldier king, nor was he a doctor or agent. He was just an ordinary Otaku after his parents had divorced and his personality was a little weird.

As for his last memories before he transmigrated over, they were not some typical car accident, broken love, drunk, drunk, or other random things.

In fact, he was very speechless and unlucky. It was only 2020, and before he could celebrate the Spring Festival, he had only worked normally for a few days before he inexplicably caught a cold and was sent to the hospital.

But before he could understand the situation...

As a result, when he opened his eyes again, he came here.

It was very disappointing...

It seemed that the way of transmigration was becoming more and more casual now. They could transmigrate even if they felt something was wrong. It was right that these failed authors could not afford to eat steamed buns or even squeeze vegetables!

Fortunately, he did not have too many worries. Li Yi's parents had built their own families and had a new child. Even without him, there would be people who would take care of them and send them off.

As for feelings, there was nothing to be reluctant about, because he had been brought up by his grandmother since he was a child, and his grandmother had already...

He had girlfriends and so on. A few years of savings, plus more than a hundred thousand from borrowing, had barely paid a down payment. It was a pity that he had only paid for a month of housing loan and had not had the time to live.

After hastily reviewing his life, he suddenly had an unspeakable relief. Perhaps it would be good to change to a new way of life.

"From today on, I will live with your name, Shinomiya Aoba."