Ninjas were fighting on the battlefield, while people were trembling and crying.
Hiding in the dark basement, praying for victory in the war.
There is no other way.
A boy with red hair and a beautiful face secretly looked at the battlefield in the distance. He held a small puppet and stared blankly at the flames soaring into the sky in the distance.
On the battlefield filled with thick smoke, no one could be seen fighting at this distance.
There was no blood splattering, no screams of death.
Even so, the child still felt the cruelty of the battlefield, and his young heart could not stop trembling.
very scary.
He was worried about his parents, even though his parents were not on the battlefield in front of him.
As a child, he was only afraid.
Afraid of many, many things.
Such as death.
Whenever a dull explosion sounds, I will instinctively tremble and shrink my neck.
In the distant sky, groups of puppets and insects were intertwined together. Accompanied by explosions and flames, both sides fell like rain, and then seemed to be replenished continuously. The fierce scene was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the child.
The war between golems and bugs.
Even a child can see that the endless swarm of insects has the upper hand and continues to expand.
Gonna lose!
The invincible puppet is going to lose!
The child hugged the puppet tightly!
For the first time in my life, I realized what an overwhelming sheer quantity is.
Don't lose!
With tears shining in his eyes, he looked at the puppets that continued to fall and resisted tenaciously, crying in his heart.
Don't lose!!!
"Scorpion!" An anxious female voice rang out quickly. The mature and beautiful woman rushed into the room and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Scorpion.
"Grandma Chiyo!" Scorpio cried when she saw her relatives. She could bear it alone, but she couldn't when she saw someone she could rely on.
"Stay at home well and don't run around, Scorpion!" Chiyo had no time to talk nonsense with her grandson, and explained seriously and nervously.
Sensing this atmosphere, Xie nodded obediently.
"Listen, grandma is going to war."
"Be obedient and wait for grandma to come home!"
"Hide in the basement until this is over!"
"If grandma can't come back, remember! Don't resist anyone who comes, and do whatever you say!"
"When you see those Konoha ninjas, remember to call me sir!"
"You are not allowed to reveal your identity, and you are not allowed to tell others that I am your grandma!"
"Live under a different name!"
"Lizard! If grandma can still see you, she will definitely remember this name!"
"Remember!?" Chiyo said anxiously.
"Grandma, you don't want me anymore?" Xie cried and cried.
"How could it be!" Looking at Xizhi, Chiyo choked with sobs, but this body could no longer shed tears. He hugged Xizhi and kept kissing Xizhi's fleshy cheeks.
Scorpion could feel the touch of grandma's lips. They were not warm, but hard and cool, without the warmth of a human body.
He didn't know what was going on.
Chiyo let go of Xia, turned around and left decisively.
Scorpion wants to stay, but the words can't come out of his mouth.
He felt grandma's determination.
Everyone who can go to the battlefield has gone to the battlefield. Sunagakure has gone all out and went out in full force.
Except for children and elderly civilians who really have no fighting ability.
In this regard, children in their teens or even eight or nine years old are no exception.
Ninja school students who have not yet graduated were dragged onto the battlefield, and immature children did whatever chores they could.
Either delivering kunai, carrying a stretcher, taking care of the wounded, delivering command information and transporting supplies, or performing simple puppet maintenance.
Kunai, drug puppets and more.
Run, fall, get up, run again.
With every action, someone will fall down more or less forever.
His face was covered with fireworks dust and panic.
Some collapsed children huddled in the corner and trembled. The adults around them were not in the mood to care about his feelings and kicked him out of anger.
"Now die! Or work! Choose!"
With the kunai on the kid's neck, no matter how much he breaks down and cries, it's clear which choice to make.
"Shut up, kid! You have graduated as a ninja now! Get your weapons and fight!"
This kind of thing is common on the battlefield of the ninja world, and many immature children quickly matured through the experience of war.
Hard work forces people to grow.
If you don't grow, you will die.
The kids are aware of this.
The magnetic escape gold sand is wrapped with supplies, and one young kid in his teens can carry the same amount of transportation as a small team.
His golden sands are still immature, and facing the swarms of insects in the sky, it is dangerous to protect yourself.
I can only do what I can with a face full of unwillingness.
Be careful to avoid the swarms of insects flying in the sky along the way.
He has seen the power of its attack more than once. After being targeted, he will be buried in the continuous explosion of the insect swarm.
On the other side, a twelve-year-old girl entered the battle sequence.
As a genin kid who graduated normally last year, her advantage is that Jiao Dun is more lethal than Magnet Dun.
Having just repelled an attack, the team was resting in a residential house.
There are such combat teams scattered in nearby buildings.
One ninja was sitting by the window, observing the outside world, while the others took the time to rest.
There were many corpses left in a mess on the street, with no one handling them.
Thick smoke was everywhere, the remaining flames were burning quietly, and the building was covered with hideous traces of the fire scorching it black.
Kunai criss-crossed everywhere on the battlefield.
No one was in the mood to talk, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.
On the battlefield, no one can laugh happily.
The girl bandaged the injury silently, and the skills she had just learned were already as impressive as those of a veteran.
"Ye Cang." A man spoke.
The girl raised her head, a puzzled look on her pretty gray face.
"I don't see how you use kunai, so share with me some of the extra kunai. When we were fighting against the Uchiha bastards, we ran out of them, and the supply troops were delayed."
The girl didn't say much, and simply took off her ninja bag, leaving only a kunai for close use as a short sword.
"Thank you." Old Bird said, taking the ninja bag.
"You competed with Uchiha in kunai skills, and you're still alive. You're really lucky." Someone said.
Mocking this guy's cowardly behavior of hiding and throwing kunai.
"Shut up!" another person yelled.
Now is not the time for internal strife.
As the leader of a team that has been broken up and reorganized, I have no energy to cultivate harmony within the team.
"Everyone here is an elite who has managed to survive. If you have the strength, you should think carefully about how to survive next."
But he wants to live.
"We don't have much medicine, and it's difficult to replenish chakra. Support has been delayed. It will be difficult to persist in the next round of ninjutsu battles. Uchiha will break through here."
"Asshole! Has the village forgotten us!?" The man continued to complain: "What are the others doing!?"
"This shows that other people's situation may not be optimistic." Ye Cang said.
She's right.
But no one wanted to hear this.
The atmosphere continued to be depressing.
"Did I say something wrong?" Ye Cang asked.
"Yes, you are excellent." The captain comforted the little girl with a wry smile.
What everyone wants to hear is good news.
If you tell the truth, how can I draw a picture next?