My Hidden Road

"What are you doing standing there? Come here quickly!"

"oh."

The next day, Naoto got up early to organize his utensils. He was alone in the house and had nothing to organize. The only valuable things were his short sword, a few rusty kunai and a kettle. When he arrived at the meeting point last night,

The two rain ninjas were sternly reprimanding their subordinates, and became furious when they saw Naoto being late.

Naoto glanced at the dozen or so people at the gathering point. Except for Shinta and Oya, two ninjas from the Hanzo armed group, everyone else was disheveled, thin and weak, and he was the same. He should not be allowed to do any dangerous work, right?

If you surrender first when faced with a threat, you might be able to have enough to eat as a prisoner of Konoha, and you don't have to be treated as expendable 'material' here.

The one who punched Naoto last night, Shinta Ame, was wearing a gas respirator on his head, which is the standard equipment of the Hanzo armed group, and he still looked like a middle-level cadre. Naoto and his group were scattered in a very uneven queue, and Shinta was holding a gas mask.

The black iron rod greets those confused rain ninjas. The stick is more effective than verbal advice.

"Gentlemen, Owu-kun and I will serve as the commanders of your troops this time. We are going to defend the Kingdom of Rain from being bullied by other big countries. We are not going to die for someone's benefit. Give me all your energy."

point!"

"yes······"

Everyone's replies were weak, and Naoto also echoed among them. He didn't want to die, so he had to find a chance to escape. Whether he was a prisoner of Konoha or Iwagakure, or a wandering ninja, he didn't want to die in vain.

Shinta looked at everyone with a little satisfaction, and then took out a scroll to form seals with both hands. A burst of white mist rose. There were some ninja tools on the scroll, but most of them were used, and the blood-stained flesh and foam were still there.

"Get the equipment, five kunai and ten shurikens per person. When you get to the battlefield, I will give you the ninja tools again."

As soon as he finished speaking, no one in the sparse queue stepped forward to receive the equipment. Everyone knew what they were going to do on the battlefield this time. After a moment of silence, Naoto was the first to step forward to receive the equipment. I really didn’t know who those people were.

No matter how you think about it, it seems that you can avoid going to the battlefield by refusing to receive the equipment. If you anger Shinta and Oya, it will be ten times more miserable than being on the battlefield.

"Naoto-kun, you are wise. These people are just cannon fodder waiting to die. I am very optimistic about you." Oya, who was responsible for distributing equipment, said with a smile.

"It's natural to protect our family and our country." Naoto replied neither humble nor arrogantly.

"Very good, the Kingdom of Rain lacks ambitious people like you. It seems that our Kingdom of Rain has hope for prosperity."

"Um, can I ask you a favor?"

Oya specially selected a few beautiful kunai and shurikens and gave them to Naoto, "You really know how to choose your time, please tell me quickly, otherwise I won't be able to satisfy you after we go to the battlefield."

Naoto pulled out his broken sword and said, "My ninja sword is broken. Can you give me a good one? Please."

"Are you looking for death?"

Oya's tall body picked up Naoto with one hand. It was not that Naoto's request was too much, but that having one more ninja tool on the battlefield would increase the chance of survival. Oya was even more dissatisfied with Naoto's request. Is there any chance of it?

Since Wu's genin asked for a ninja sword, he dared to ask for it.

"stop."

Shinta, who was standing aside, came over, reached out and pulled out a brand new ninja sword from behind the big house and stuck it on the ground: "We are all compatriots in the village, and Naoto-kun has always been honest and unlike others, this request can be met, I hope you can

To come back alive from the battlefield."

"Thank you."

Pulling up the ninja sword on the ground, Naoto put the distributed ninja tool in the ninja tool bag, bowed to thank Shinta and Oya, such a humble Naoto made Oya feel much calmer. Naoto returned to the queue and pulled out his broken blade.

He put the ninja sword into the scabbard and pinned the short blade to his waist as a rib.

"What are you doing standing still? Do you want to taste the iron rod?" Shinta kept swinging the iron rod.

With Naoto's leadership, people gradually came forward to receive the preparations, and this time each of them was punished by Shinta's iron rod. After distributing the equipment, a group of more than a dozen people rushed to the battlefield on foot. The calmer Shinta acted as

The leader walked in front, and a ninja sword appeared on the back of the big house, walking behind to prevent Naoto and the others from escaping.

The rain in the sky kept stopping, and drops fell on the sparse weeds on the roadside, as if to see them off. This country has been crying all the time.

In the shops next to the street, people poked their heads out to watch from time to time, and then continued to sleep on the counter in a boring way, not caring what the pair of ninjas were doing. No one cared about the life and death of these 'war supplies', just like the rain ninjas.

The commander-in-chief jokingly calls them "war materials", which are "war materials" that can be consumed at any time. If they can't be consumed, then why support them?

During the march, Naoto took out an apple with already black flesh from his pocket, carefully peeled off the black skin with a short blade, and enjoyed the satisfaction of having food alone.

You always have to find some hope to survive in life. For those high-ranking big shots, the people like you are just numbers that you can consume at will. The so-called ninjas are just those who can wield kunai. The ninja who is really responsible for fighting against the major countries has never been himself.

This group of people use human lives to consume the enemy's ninja's physical strength and supplies. This is what they should do.

Naoto ran forward diligently and asked: "Senior Shinta, who are we fighting this time?"

"Konoha Troops."

"Oh." Naoto took the water bottle from his waist and handed it to Shinta: "I heard that Konoha's troops are very tough in combat. I'm afraid that I will hold everyone back because I'm afraid of blood."

Shinta took the kettle and glanced at Naoto. It was rare for him to flatter Naoto like this. He took a big drink of water and threw the kettle to Naoto.

"Look at Naoto-kun, please be honest. After we go to the battlefield, I will find a safer place for you, where you don't have to be with those 'materials'."

"Thank you Shinta-senpai, I will definitely continue to work hard."

Shinta patted Naoto on the shoulder: "Don't let me betray my trust in you. I am very optimistic about you. It was a hard time patrolling the streets before, wasn't it?"

"I can still live with it."

"That's it." Shinta patted his chest and said, "When the Konoha ninjas are defeated, I will introduce you to Hanzo-sama's army when I have the opportunity. It will be much better than you staying in that small shabby room."

"Ah! Thank you so much, Senta-senpai. I will definitely work harder."

Naoto knew what the so-called 'opportunity' meant. He basically had no plan or a slim chance. As for running away the Konoha ninjas, it was a dream.

The rain in the sky never stopped. Naoto wiped the rain stains on his face and returned to the team. He kept thinking about how to escape. Naoto looked at the unexplained rain ninjas around him, but this idea was quickly eliminated by him.

Give up, these people have long lost the courage to struggle, conspire with them, or tell Shinta and Oya openly.