My Hidden Road

Everyone is young and frivolous, and everyone has risked everything for this weeping country. Even if no one knows, there are people who have worked hard for him. Even Hanzo's original dream was for the prosperity of the Rain Country.

How sad it is that a country has become a battlefield for a big country. People who are like ants are escaping from the rain. This country is crying and never stops. Some people stand up to protect her, while some are arrogant and insult her. Naoto doesn't know Fumiki

The old man did not work hard for this country when he was young, but now he is persecuting this country. He wanted to be a hero who slayed the dragon, but now he has become a bloodthirsty bug attached to her body.

"Let's go."

Putting on gas masks, Naoto led the two of them out of here. The market is not safe, and Hanzo will notice it sooner or later and take control of it.

"Where are we going now?" Jiuzuke asked. The Big Buddha is also very relevant to this issue. We can't just wander around.

"Hanzo and Konoha have just experienced a war, so we will go to the areas most severely affected by the war. The people there need our help."

Naoto pointed at the gloomy sky in the distance, where innocent people were suffering from pain and suffering. Both Yusuke and Daibutsu looked excited. What they were going to do was different from the previous abductions. This time, he was leading a country.

The ninja's mission, sense of honor, and pride arise spontaneously.

"Move towards the goal!" Jiuzuke shouted.

The rain in the sky seemed to be moved by the three people, and the raindrops gradually became smaller. Every step the three people took left a footprint on the muddy road. As the three people's figures moved away, the footprints were slowly washed away by the raindrops.

Disappear, as if they had never been there.

It was boring to go on the road, especially since the three of them were carrying heavy packages, all of which were important supplies. For the sake of safety, the three of them did not walk on the main road, but deliberately took a detour. The road was deserted and only the rain accompanied them.

Two days later, the three of them came to a dilapidated village where the roof tiles were withered and desolate. The backpacks on their backs were wrapped in tarpaulin to prevent rainwater from penetrating, otherwise the contents inside would be miserable.

"Let's rest here for a while tonight. Tomorrow we will enter the combat zone. Although the battle is basically over, there will still be remaining ninjas who will attack."

Daibutsu took off his backpack in a muffled voice, and then set up a tent in an uninhabited house. Hatosuke went to conduct necessary reconnaissance of the surrounding area, while Naoto held a map in his hand to study.

"It's so miserable here, there's no one around."

Naoto touched the dark red marks on the wall with his fingers: "There were people before, but now there are no people. There are many such scenes."

"Naoto?"

"Um?"

The Buddha shrugged and said, "You are lucky for Jiuzuke and I. You could have changed your destiny, exchanged those supplies for a generous income, and left here, but now you are sleeping in the wild with us."

"Sneaking and kidnapping is never a long-term solution, and if you do too many bad things, you won't be able to escape. Sooner or later, you will be punished."

"Hehe, you are joking." The Buddha smiled bitterly: "There are so many people who do bad things in the world, but I have not seen anyone suffer retribution. On the contrary, very honest people are often bullied."

"Why did you remember to tell me this today?"

"It's just something I feel."

Naoto smiled and shook his head: "You don't seem to be a person who expresses his feelings. You must have been holding these words in your heart for a long time, and you feel comfortable saying them. At least you are trying hard, right?"

"That's right, hey hey hey."

The Buddha set up the earthen stove and took out a bucket of water from his backpack and poured it into the pot. He took out the dried horse meat and cut it into pieces and put it into the pot to cook. Then he took out two carrots and waved the kunai in his hand quickly. The carrots turned into

It fell into lumps into the pot.

The sky outside was gloomier than before. Naoto put the map away, wrapped it in oil paper and put it in his backpack. After a while, Hatosuke came back, and the three of them sat by the fire to eat.

"How's the neighborhood?"

Hatosuke took a sip of the broth and said, "It's not that good. I found that the moss nearby is all black and rotten. It seems that this place has experienced Hanzo's poisonous fog. Fortunately, we use rainwater for water, so please be careful."

"Didn't you find anyone else?" Naoto habitually gave half of the bread in his hand to the Buddha.

"There are several of them, in a cave."

"I see."

After saying that, the two of them stopped talking about anything else. How could anyone survive under Hanzo's poisonous mist? The people in the cave were probably already...

At night, Naoto lay in the tent looking at a map. Hatosuke and Daibutsu didn't know what was so interesting about the map. Isn't the function of a map used for navigation when you lose your direction?

"Sleep." Jiuzuke reminded, the giant Buddha beside him was already surging.

Naoto closed the map and said with a smile: "You guys go to bed first, I will stand guard outside, it's not very safe here."

"I'll take your place in the middle of the night."

"Um."

You cannot see the stars in the Land of Rain, because the thick clouds rain all year round, which also blocks the stars. Sometimes if you are lucky, you may be able to see a few stars. Naoto puts on his raincoat and walks in this dilapidated village, and it rains all around.

The sound of water dripping was nothing else, not even the sound of insects.

When sleepiness came over, Naoto drew out his ninja sword and contacted the swordsmanship to dispel the sleepiness. Now he barely knew a few ninjutsus, which were taught to him by Daibutsu and Jiu as assistants, including the c-level soil flow wall technique and the c-level water chaos.

Some basic ninjutsu are easy to master and difficult to use smoothly, even Naoto can barely do it.

In the middle of the night, Naoto was practicing swordsmanship. When Hatosuke came over quietly, Naoto was almost frightened. Naoto pulled out his ribs and stabbed him. They bumped fists. Naoto could no longer hold back his sleepiness and went back to the tent to sleep, even though the giant Buddha was snoring.

The sound hardly disturbed him.

A night of silence, the next day.

The Big Buddha got up early and started to light a fire to cook. Hatosuke and Naoto were lying in the tent with sleepy eyes. After a simple breakfast, the three of them were ready to continue their journey. There was no one in this village and they needed to rush to the next village.

Checking each other's backs to see if the tarpaulins on their backs had covered their backpacks, the three extinguished the fire and left the house. This time they saw human figures. As afternoon approached, the three met several ragged refugees on the roadside. When they saw that the three were ninjas

Later, the refugees were afraid of it.

The three people immediately took out their backpacks and took out medical medicines and food to help these refugees. Naoto took a box of malaria medicine and walked to a mother and daughter. The mother was emaciated and saw Naoto's eyes were empty, and the girl was hiding in her mother's arms.

The scared look in his eyes made Naoto silent.

"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people. Tell me where are you from?"

The mother held the girl in her arms like a wild animal guarding its cubs. She saw Naoto take out a pill and slap it away, then spit out a mouthful of saliva at Naoto.

"Big Buddha, cook some food for everyone." Naoto shouted.

"knew."

When a pot of unusually fragrant broth was cooked, the refugees' eyes became lively, and they swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked into the pot. Naoto walked to the giant Buddha and said something, then turned and walked towards the mother and daughter.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. Where did you come from?"

The little girl shuddered and reached out to point to the mountain col not far away. The mother immediately pulled the little girl's hand back. Naoto carefully touched the little girl's forehead. It was very hot, a typical symptom of malaria.