My Hidden Road

It would be blinding if such an Amegakure Village becomes powerful. As a low-level genin, Naoto understands the darkness of Amegakure Village. It is strange that Amegakure Village, which does not even have military power, can win the war.

Walking to the market with a ninja sword in hand, the vendors selling apples in the market would hire wandering ninjas. Naoto no longer knew how to complain about this village. It was so bad. He could neither manage the inside of the village, nor defeat external enemies and strive for peace.

In order to maintain his powerful rule, Hanzo even often attacks other Amegakure groups. Amegakure has one word - "bad"!

While walking in the market, Naoto picked up an apple that had lost its moisture, which was barely enough for breakfast.

"You little bastard, you steal things and don't want to live anymore!"

"Sorry, I'm too hungry."

"If you are hungry, can you steal food? If everyone in this world is hungry, can you rob them casually? Then is there any sense in the world?"

Naoto stood on tiptoe and squeezed into the crowd. The apple vendor was teaching a child. When there were many people, the vendor was not paying attention and secretly took two apples and stuffed them into his arms. Then he secretly took another apple and hid in the corner to eat it.

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"You should be beaten for stealing something!"

"Ah! Please let me go..."

The wailing sound of the child being beaten did not arouse the pity of anyone present. Everyone was happy to see such a thing. Only by giving these thieves a good lesson would it be best to spread the word, so that there would be fewer thieves in the market.

A few minutes passed before the crowd dispersed. After finishing two apples, Kamikazu walked in with his ninja sword.

"Whoever steals something, come with me."

"Who is it!" The vendor who was beating and stealing apples saw Shanghe's unhappy face, and the flesh on his face kept beating.

"I, Naoto."

"Get out!"

Naoto, who was humiliated, pulled out a ninja sword and said seriously: "I am responsible for patrolling this street under Hanzo-sama's order. You are challenging Hanzo-sama's majesty, and you will be punished."

"Hmph!" The arrogant vendor kicked the child and left proudly.

"you······"

Naoto had no choice but to retract his ninja sword, squatted down and poked the dying child with the scabbard. Seeing his fingers move, Kamewa carried him and left the market. He took him to his cabin, and Kamewa got rid of him.

A little water moistened his lips. The child had been beaten to the point of dying.

"Hey, wake up."

The child opened one eye and looked at Naoto. His skinny body didn't have enough flesh to withstand the beating. Uewa found that he had several fractures on his body.

"Mom, Mom, I want to go home..."

"What's your name?"

"Shinichi."

Naoto lowered his head habitually and pulled out a piece of wood from under the bed, and then pulled out the Ninja Sword. The Ninja Sword was only half of the sword, and the other half was broken. This is why Naoto did not dare to pull out all of it when confronting the vendor.

Pull out a small section, because I don't even have a complete ninja sword.

He picked up a ninja sword and carved the child's name crookedly on the board. He then took out a briquette from the corner and crushed it with the handle of the knife, mixed it with water, and then dipped his fingers in black water and smeared it on the board. He had done this many times.

, basically every now and then, someone would die on the street he was responsible for, starved to death, sick to death, tragically dead, all kinds of corpses.

Naoto took out the remaining apple and cut a small piece with a ninja knife for the child. He was almost unconscious, so Naoto could only put it on his lips. The fragrance of the apple could not make him get rid of the pain, but Kamwa hoped to give it to him.

Bring some comfort and hope that he will not continue to live here in his next life.

Picking up the remaining apples and sitting next to the bed, chewing them, like a corpse without emotions. The never-ending rain here makes everything easy to rot. The body rots quickly when buried in the soil, but the soul is in it.

It will also be decayed here.

Sitting there until noon, Naoto picked up his ninja sword and left the house to continue patrolling to see if he could fix dinner. The Land of Rain has been crying. No one knows when this legend came out, and the people living here firmly believe in this statement.

There is no doubt that the Kingdom of Rain is indeed crying all the time, crying for her people.

In the evening, Naoto walked into the house with half a piece of bread in his arms. The dying child lying on the bed had no last chance at all. What else could he do? He picked up the body on his back and walked out of the cabin with the board under his arms and walked around in circles.

We arrived at a wasteland, where there were many wooden boards erected, more than a dozen wooden boards, and Naoto could no longer remember how many bodies were lying here.

It took an hour to dig a medium-sized hole. Children's holes are easy to dig, but adults' holes are more laborious. After burying the child, Naoto was completely exhausted, and his stomach started to protest again.

He took out half a piece of bread from his arms and tore off a small piece and placed it in front of the board. Then he chewed the bread in his hand in a few mouthfuls and his eyes gradually moved to the small piece of bread in front of the board.

"Um, Mr. Shen Yi. The dead will not compete with the living for food. Please understand."

Picking up the piece of bread in front of the wooden board, Naoto picked up the ninja sword and left the cemetery. The small piece of bread was stuffed into his mouth and drank with the rain, hoping that he wouldn't have diarrhea after eating it.

Returning to the cabin, Naoto noticed that the lights were on inside. He quietly took out a rusty kunai and opened the door. Standing inside were two young rain ninjas wearing gas respirators. Kamikazu knew them as his superiors.

"Lord Nobuta, Lord Oya."

The young Ame Shinta wearing a vest sat on the table and mocked: "Naoto-kun, it's really touching that you still insist on working at your post. I thought you starved to death or ran away."

"It's your duty, don't dare to back down."

"Hahaha, that's so funny. What duties did you perform again?"

Naoto lowered his head and said humbly: "According to your order, my subordinates have been responsible for the street patrol in area C and have never slackened off."

"I hope you still remember the order from three months ago." Shinta said with a cold snort.

"Okay, Naoto-kun is worthy of encouragement for not running away." Yu Ren said frivolously: "Are you still scared when you see blood?"

"yes."

"What an idiot. He actually suffers from some kind of strange hemophobia. He should find a place to kill himself as soon as possible."

Naoto lowered his head so that people couldn't see his face clearly. How could he be afraid of blood as he was collecting corpses from time to time? He just didn't want to die and use his life to consume a shuriken in Konoha or Iwagakure Village.

"I'll report to Team 5 tomorrow. Since I'm afraid of blood, I'll go to the battlefield to practice and go to the Corpse Moving Association, right?"

"yes."

When Shinta stood up and walked past Naoto, he suddenly punched him in the abdomen. Naoto immediately curled up like a steamed prawn on the wet and cold ground, and stepped on his shoulder with a big foot.

"Don't think about escaping. The village trained you to become a ninja, and you should sacrifice your life for the village. Your former companions were executed while escaping from the battlefield. I hope you will not follow in their footsteps."

"hei~pei!"

The two people spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the ground and left. Naoto, who had been beaten to the ground, got up and lay on the bed without saying a word. The damp quilt covering his body was like cold iron. Naoto just lay on the bed.