Konoha: Start with omniscience and omnipotence

Chapter 116 [115] Three Little Yuyin

The heavy rain has lasted for many days without knowing when it will stop.

The muddy road is covered with water stains and there are endless potholes and pools of water everywhere.

If the goods on the carriage were a little heavier, most of the wooden wheels would probably sink once it passed here. Only by pushing the carriage and horses forward together could we make it through with difficulty.

Walking for a while and resting for a while, the same distance, the trade route in the Rain Country often costs more than three times the cost in the Fire Country.

Not to mention the problem of rainwater flowing from the hills into streams and washing away the mountains. In such an unfortunate event, the entire caravan would have to re-select its route, and all the journey ahead would be in vain.

However, compared to the war and fighting, these are just trivial matters.

"Leader, look over there."

"What is that?"

The peasant who was leading the horse pointed tremblingly with his hand. The leader put his hand on his forehead and put a curtain over his head to look over. He saw a white, swollen object slowly rolling and falling along the stream rushing down the mountain.

Almost as soon as he saw this thing, the leader's expression suddenly changed:

"Change the lane! Go back!"

The fellow companions didn’t understand why yet, but they had no choice but to obey the orders.

They didn't know that shortly after this group of people left, two ANBU ninjas who had just completed their mission near the hill appeared here leaping over.

One of them noticed the deep ruts in the mud, the two looked at each other and quickly followed.

In the village on the mountainside, people faced a more dangerous situation.

"Shh."

In the pickle jar under the cellar of the hut, a young man with short orange hair puffed out his lips, carefully made a quiet gesture, and at the same time signaled them with his eyes.

The other two children hugged their knees and huddled together.

As war orphans who survived the Second Ninja War, they were actually used to similar scenes.

Ninjas from other countries invaded this already poor place, killing, killing, killing. It seems that the purpose of these ninjas' existence is to kill every living thing they can see.

Because it is so commonplace, these children who were born in the war-torn times have become somewhat accustomed to it.

They hid obediently.

Just like countless dangers I have faced before.

However, only the orange-haired boy, the most precocious among them, could clearly feel that the ninja who appeared in the village this time seemed different from any before.

They are colder, calmer, more like utensils.

"Have you searched here?"

In the silence, a cold male voice came from far outside the door.

"not yet."

Then, the three little ones heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from outside, as well as a noise of rummaging for items in the room.

The sounds of footsteps and rummaging were getting closer and closer.

Their breathing also became slower and slower, until it seemed as if they were holding their own heartbeats.

"Clang."

The wooden cover of the pickle jar was suddenly opened.

The three little ones hiding inside felt their heartbeat almost skipping a beat.

The root ninja who was responsible for the search only saw the layer of pickles pressed on top with a hidden grid.

"It seems there is none."

He said this.

Almost the moment he heard these words, the red-haired boy subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang--"

The jar was smashed to pieces by a sudden kick, and Yahiko, who had always been protecting the outside, was dragged out. His young body was dragged to the ground like a sack, but he still shouted at Nagato and Konan:

"run!"

The next second, the long knife suddenly struck down, but in the blink of an eye, it shattered a wooden stake.

The root ninja's pupils immediately tightened and he shouted:

"There are three ninjas here!!"

Almost instantly, the three root ninjas who were originally guarding the outside rushed into the room. Nagato suddenly grabbed Konan and smashed the wooden window and rushed outside. Yahiko quickly formed seals in his hands and bulged his cheeks.

Water escape! Water rushes waves!

A large amount of water suddenly broke through the entire room, and the cozy hut built by Mr. Jiraiya and the three of them was bulldozed on the spot. The standard four-person root team jumped up at the same time, and several shurikens flew down.

Yahiko cast a C-level ninjutsu and ran away, with no intention of getting into trouble with them.

At his current age, being able to completely release a C-level ninjutsu without losing power is already considered very good.

This precocious boy made a judgment almost instantly and shouted loudly to Nagato and the others:

"Run separately!"

"You go to the small lake! I'll go to the big tree!"

"Meet at Squirrel Rock!"

Obviously, what he called out was a coded location that only the three of them knew.

"good!"

Nagato responded equally loudly, pulling Konan, who was also frightened, to turn around and go into the dense forest.

But before leaving, he subconsciously glanced at those ninjas.

On their bare shoulders, there were clear red flame-like lines imprinted on them.

Fire Nation, ANBU.

Konoha?

"Disperse!"

The actions of the root ninja were more decisive than those of ordinary ANBU, and the two parties were running forward and backward.

However, after Jiraiya's training during this period, the Yahiko trio have already developed the ability to protect themselves. In terms of Taijutsu and Ninjutsu alone, they are not inferior even against ordinary Chuunin.

Nagato had the advantage due to his total amount of chakra, but his personality was too indecisive, which resulted in flaws in his ability to display his strength.

However, they are all very good at escaping.

The branches split my face, and the branches swept my body.

In these hills and forests with dense trails, the location alone is enough for them to gain an advantage.

However, in the process of escaping by virtue of these geographical advantages, Nagato and Konan only felt that the tracking sounds behind them became increasingly subtle, until they were inaudible.

"We, we seem to have escaped?"

Nagato was breathing low, and stepping on the mud with his bare feet always gave him a slight sticky feeling, as if he would slip at any time.

Xiaonan's physical strength was much worse than him, but she smiled happily:

"Yeah, luckily those guys are better"

Halfway through her words, the thoughtful girl seemed to suddenly realize something, and her voice suddenly froze.

The pink face suddenly turned pale:

"Yahiko!"

Nagato was also stunned.

On weekdays, that idiot who was obviously the same age as them, but always acted like a strong big brother in the face of bad luck, suddenly appeared in their minds.

With almost no time to think, he suddenly returned in the direction behind him.

Sure enough, during their panicked escape, they left so many traces in the woods that they had no time to cover up, but no footprints belonging to outsiders appeared.

Nagato and Konan's expressions became increasingly panicked.

In this chaotic world, the three people who have struggled to coexist in this world have long formed a bond that is closer than family members - they have long become each other's souls to rely on for survival.

However, before they had time to run to the dense forest at the beginning, the two heard a clear sound of detonating symbols from a distance.

"Boom."

That sound was like a heavy hammer in the hearts of the two children.

When they cleared the bushes and returned to the place where the sound came from, they saw the young man with short orange hair, already scarred and curled up in a small pit, unconscious.

Standard Yamu tea lay.

In front of him, the root ninja raised his short sword high.

Stab down!

The blade went straight through the young man's chest.

The moment he saw that scene, the boy's sloppy red hair was blown by the inexplicably dancing wind, revealing his purple eyes with overlapping lines.

It was as if he had received some strong stimulation.

Nagato opened his mouth blankly, his mind going blank.

Until he began to resist this cruel reality.

At that moment, he felt a strong black chakra continuously spurting out in his mind, pouring straight into the eyes that appeared at an unknown time, like an illusory blood pump, pumping his spirit and life.

All the negative will is injected into it

Wake up what is sleeping inside these eyes.

A small amount of power.

"don't want--!!!"

Suddenly, a huge force connected illusion and reality, spanning the huge space between the Kingdom of Rain and the Kingdom of Water, and suddenly burst out with shocking power.

The huge amount of chakra that erupted in this young child's body was so terrifying that it was almost terrifying.

Just the part that was exposed outside the body burned and condensed into a large blue flame that was almost like fire.

The huge amount of repulsive force carried the impact of the air wave, directly crushing the internal organs of the several root ninjas in front of them.

"Rumble--"

The air vibrated and the earth rolled.

With just this look, they received their lunch boxes without even saying a word.

Konan was also frightened by this scene and couldn't help but take half a step back, then immediately stopped and stepped forward to help Nagato, who almost fell to his knees.

However, Nagato was breathing heavily while pointing forward:

"Yahiko!"

".Yahiko!"

The at a loss what to do at this time, the little girl just agreed. After testing, she was happy to find that Yahiko still had the last breath left:

"Nagato, what should we do?"

"Where are we going to find Jiraiya-sensei?"

The little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, had no opinion at all when it came to this kind of thing. She was so anxious that she almost cried.

On the contrary, Nagato, who was usually indecisive and suddenly lost his backbone, took the lead in this critical moment. He lay on the ground and gasped heavily:

"To the south. Phew, Yuyin Village!"

“It’s so close!”

"Let's go find their hospital!"

"Yahiko is the one who wants to save this world!"

When he said these words, this little boy with a pair of fairy eyes spoke more firmly than anyone else:

"He will definitely survive!"

at the same time.

An old man located underground in Mizukage's office slowly opened his eyes.

In the eye sockets is a pair of Sharingan eyes that maintain three magatama at all times even if they are not controlled.

Uchiha Madara looked into the distance, his voice still old and hoarse:

"Did you wake up so soon?"

"Or rather,"

"Have you encountered any misfortune again?"

"He is really a pathetic child."

No one knows better than Uchiha Madara what kind of mental stimulation it takes to awaken the power of the Samsara Eye.

The Sharingan is a pair of eyes that evolve upward under constant misfortune, disaster, and negative emotions until it reaches the top.

However, he originally thought that all this would take a long time to accumulate, at least it would not be completed until many years after his death.

He never thought that this malicious world would always surpass his imagination time and time again.

It was probably because of this that he became more determined, eager to seek that eternal peaceful world that only existed in legends and could allow everyone to live in illusion.

For this reason, he would not hesitate to kill all human beings.

The closer he was to death, the slower his brain worked. After half-awake for a while, he seemed to remember something and raised his hand to call out Bai Jue:

"The matter in the Kingdom of Rain should be over soon."

"Hasn't the secret about that boy been discovered yet?"

The snow-white figure grinned widely and said with a playful smile: "There's no way to get close! I don't even know when the little guy named Aida poops."

"call"

Uchiha Madara, whose body was almost decayed, closed his eyes. At his age, he had long since lost the desire to argue with others, and he exhaled a long breath:

"That's it,"

"Try to contact him."

Bai Jue, who had a weird smile on his face just now, couldn't help but be stunned:

"Eh?!"

Today's update (1/2)

I just finished dinner and my throat felt a little swollen, as if someone had hit me twice with a stick, but I didn't have a fever and there was no pain elsewhere.

Is this the rhythm of getting tricked?

(End of chapter)