farewell , konoha

Chapter 16 The Sorrow of the Fishermen

And the next day, in the morning.

In Konoha, the third generation was about to smoke his first cigarette of the day and put it into the fire with a match.

Anbu arrived quietly, whispered in his ear, and placed an information scroll on the table.

The third generation slowly exhaled the smoke, nodded, and the ANBU disappeared into the Hokage's office.

Holding the dry pipe gun in one hand, he slowly opened the information scroll with the other hand and spread it out on the table. The information above came into view, revealing a bit of confusion.

"Bear Country, Star Ninja Village, Danzo?"

"Where did he send an elite team of root members last night? What did he plan to do?"

Danzo's information came very quickly, and the third generation's was naturally not bad either, but the level of attention was different.

Last night, the Third Generation received news from the Anbu that an elite team under Danzo quietly left Konoha.

After the Uchiha genocide incident, Danzo, who had been doing a lot of things, was naturally placed under his eyes. He was aware of many of the movements and was not as indulgent as before.

But without knowing the other party's true purpose, looking at Danzo's actions, it seems a bit confusing.

It's a pity that people become better with age, let alone old comrades who have been here all their lives.

It can be said that Danzo wanted to fart in the rainbow, and all three generations knew what color his fart would be.

Looking at the information carefully, it was not much more than what Danzo had obtained.

The turmoil in the Star Ninja Village, the death of the leader, the disappearance of the stars, and the sudden appearance of a huge wooden bridge.

If it hadn't been for the information revealed by a young man in the Star Ninja Village who couldn't help but leave the village, even Konoha would have only been able to learn about the sudden appearance of a wooden bridge.

A wooden bridge?

suck!

Phew~

The clouds and mist are lingering, blowing in all directions, gently swaying, the smoke and ashes are rising, and light and dark are intertwined.

"Another one?"

Staring at the information scroll, Sandai thought of a person, a person protected by Kakashi.

First!

Or should it be called Yamato nowadays.

"Old man, I didn't expect you to still be obsessed with things like that?"

The first generation of cells, this taboo experiment, was conducted by Danzo and Orochimaru without telling him.

It is clear that one is a comrade who has been closely supporting him until now, and the other is his favorite disciple, but to secretly do this kind of thing without telling him is not a kind of tauren.

At first he was angry, really angry, that it was too much to exclude him from doing such a thing.

Mudun is a symbol that Konoha has never forgotten. Even he was amazed when he saw A.

pity……

Compared to the original Wood Release, Yamato's Wood Release is really indescribably different and disappointing.

However, that was also Wood Release, and it was still much stronger than ordinary ninjas, and even some blood successors.

"Is it another experimenter with a wood escape blood inheritance? Is this what you want to hide?"

Danzo?

Sandai silently chanted this name in his mind, but subconsciously denied it.

He knew his old Beibi, but just this was not enough to hide it from him.

"It seems that there is something wrong with this person's identity..." The third generation looked deeply, but he could not guess what kind of person he would be. "I hope you won't go too far, Danzo!"

He took another puff of dry smoke and exhaled it slowly. After it dispersed, an ANBU took the stuff and disappeared into the office.

…

The border of bear country, along the coast.

Two days later, Shengshu was sitting on the second floor of the seaside villa, practicing cross-legged.

On the thick tree on the side, pitcher plants slowly grew out, revealing the beauty inside.

"The other party has appeared!"

"Um!"

Naoshu slowly opened his eyes and asked again.

"How many people are there, their strength, and do they have a ship?"

"Three people, one chuunin, two genin, and a small boat."

Hearing Bai Jue's answer, Shengshu already had a plan in mind. He stood up and jumped to the ground.

"It's time to go, Quan!"

Izumi was stretching her muscles and bones, showing off her gradually growing plumpness. The sudden appearance of the rope tree startled her, and she quickly put on Akatsuki's uniform to cover up her growing body.

"yes!"

While responding, she quickly packed up the things in the house. A two-story seaside villa disappeared underground under her gaze, leaving only a trace on the place.

Even this trace was quickly covered with green, and the grass covered the ground, growing and unyielding, just like when they came before. After that, the two of them walked towards the small fishing village.

Bai Jue looked at them leaving and muttered: "Don't you know how to say thank you to this guy for keeping me under surveillance for two days?"

Hei Jue listened to his nonsense and couldn't help but think about whether it was time to change to White Jue.

…

In the small fishing village, the fishermen once again had the same lineup as last time, but with uncontrollable sadness on their faces.

The old village chief wore a fake smile and apologized repeatedly in front of the three ninjas.

"Ninja-sama, we have tried our best. The fishing harvest has not been very good during this period, so we have tried our best to make up for it."

"No, it's not easy to get everything you need together."

Watching the other party pick and choose, there was even a look of disgust on his face.

Little did they know that these things were the result of the efforts of this small fishing village. Handing them over like this made them feel very sad.

It's a pity that in order to survive and still fish in this sea, we must do this and hand over the profits to them.

Otherwise, these powerful ninjas would not kill them even if they were concerned about their face.

But if they occasionally perform ninjutsu a few times at sea, just once every two days, they will not be able to catch any fish at all, making it difficult to survive.

Although I have handed over most of my earnings now, I can still live my life and the hardship will be over.

The middle-aged ninja in charge at this time, who was also the only chuunin among the three, said indifferently as he watched the fishing village meet the target.

"Well, the things are just right. You two pack the things and we go back."

These fishermen were their profit-making tools. As long as they could collect supplies, he didn't bother to care about what happened to this group of people.

The middle-aged ninja showed an impatient look towards the old guy who kept flirting with him. The old village chief was so frightened that he quickly shut up and stood there watching them leave, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was successful again, no one annoyed them, and the village survived safely.

The three ninjas did not wear any ninja village logo, which has become a common practice.

Even if it is seen, this is a good thing done by wandering ninjas, and it has nothing to do with them Mist ninjas.

Because of this, the fishermen on the coast of the Bear Country can only endure the humiliation.

So what if we raise money to find ninjas from other villages to drive them away? We can protect them for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Once they are retaliated against, even if they are not killed but disturbed so that they cannot catch fish, they will still be unable to survive.

This is the tragedy of the bottom fishermen, who cannot resist and have no confidence to resist.

As for leaving, who wants to leave the hometown where they live and go to an unknown place, where they may be subject to greater persecution.

And all of this is captured in the eyes of Shengshu and Quan.

(End of chapter)