My Hidden Road

It took several days to get to the battlefield. The surrounding geographical environment changed from humid rocky landforms to sparse rock forests. The non-stop rain in the sky gradually subsided, but the sky was still gloomy, and it seemed that a bigger crisis was brewing.

storm.

Naoto and his party were driven into a corner, surrounded by troops like them, all of whom were in the 'material' industry. A camp was being set up here, and it looked like troops would be stationed here for defense. Shinta was talking to an unknown rain ninja.

He laughed while talking, and after talking for a while, he waved goodbye to him.

"Hey." Shinta looked at everyone and said, "Naoto, take a few people with me to get supplies."

The diligence on the road was not in vain. Naoto got Shinta's name and extended his finger to point out the four rain ninjas who were more willing to survive. Naoto followed Shinta's footsteps.

It's not a lucrative job, the so-called supplies are two tents, and Shinta found an easier job for Naoto as expected. The climate in the Land of Rain is humid, everything becomes moldy, and corpses rot very quickly, which makes it easy for the plague to spread. In view of Naoto's

In his previous job, he was assigned to dig graves and burn bodies.

The next task was for Naoto to take over a workshop that was originally used for making earthen porcelain, pull up a wooden bed and collect corpses from hospitals and shelters every day, throw them into furnaces and burn them, and then dig holes and bury them. Naoto and his party rushed to the battlefield without stopping.

Grumbling with hunger, Naoto was transferred by Shinta to take over the workshop at night, and he was the only one responsible for these things.

"Naoto, don't let me betray my trust!" Shinta said with unclear meaning when he left, leaving some food for Naoto.

There was a small wooden house and an earthen kiln for burning corpses, plus a wooden bed. Naoto sat on the wooden truck and sighed. Could it be that he would have to deal with corpses in the future? The small wooden house was filled with firewood, and Naoto was still thinking about whether he should go there.

When cutting down trees, you must know that the forest is within the control of Konoha.

After a good sleep, the next day Naoto pulled up the cart and collected the bodies as required. At the same time, he also found out about the situation in the camp and looked for opportunities to escape. He found the hospital by asking Naoto along the way. Several tents formed a hospital.

"Excuse me, did anyone die of illness today?"

Naoto asked as he walked into a tent, which contained a simple operating table, a medical ninja and three busy nurses to form an operating room.

The medical ninja sighed and said, "Yes, pull him out."

"Oh." Naoto walked to the operating table and lifted the body onto the wooden bed with the help of the nurse.

"Are you new here?" The nurse wore a mask on her face and her eyes stayed on Naoto's face.

"Um."

"What did you do before?"

Naoto put a body bag on the body and replied: "On patrol, I often work part-time to collect corpses for burial, so I have work experience."

"My brother is the same age as you, and this job was originally his, but he couldn't bear the corpses and chose to join the combat force. He is much worse than you." The nurse chattered.

"As long as you can live, don't worry about the corpse."

"It would be great if he had thoughts like yours, but it's a pity that he doesn't."

Naoto smiled slightly, pulled up the cart and walked to the next tent. There had been no large-scale fighting recently, otherwise Naoto would not have had such a job, because once there was a large-scale fighting, the rain ninja would definitely run away, and who cares if the corpse would rot and stink.

Causes a plague, and then the rain ninja may hope that the plague will spread on a large scale.

Until the work of collecting the corpses was completed at noon, Naoto dragged several corpses on the slippery muddy ground with difficulty. The wheels got stuck in the mud and it was difficult to move. But Naoto could not give up. Once he gave up, he would be dispatched to other posts. Suddenly the carriage became much lighter.

, the wheel stuck in the mud climbed ashore, and when I looked back, I saw that it was the nurse who helped me carry the body in the morning.

"Thank you."

The nurse shook her head: "You're welcome, it's just a small effort."

"My name is Naoto. If you need any help, please come to me."

"If I need your help, I'll just ask you to burn my bones into pieces." The nurse said gloomily.

The hair on Naoto's back stood up. This joke was not funny at all. Pulling up the wooden cart, Naoto returned to the incineration room, laboriously moved the body into the kiln, and then spread firewood around them to light the fire. Naoto sat outside the kiln

I smelled the fragrance wafting in the air, so I couldn't help but lie down in the grass and vomit. There was nothing in my stomach, and I almost vomited out the yellow bile and water.

During the burning stage, Naoto wiped the corner of his mouth, picked up a shovel and walked towards an open space. The open space should have been a farmland in the past, and the soil was quite soft. Naoto dug a pit and returned to the incineration room, which was not completely burned yet. Take

Picking up a piece of firewood and throwing it inside, Naoto squatted in front of the cabin and looked at the gray sky.

After waiting for the fire in the kiln to extinguish and the temperature to drop, Naoto went in with tools to pick up the bones, put them in bags and sold them. This was how the day's work was completed. Although it was tiring and dirty, he could survive, barely.

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Naoto knew that such a job would be lost soon. Today he walked around the camp and found that the number of troops was still increasing. This was undoubtedly a big war, and I was afraid that he would be forced to go to the battlefield by then. Naoto had nothing to do at night

Practice Ninjutsu, but don't do this most of the time, because it will only make you hungrier.

Naoto only knows so much about simple three-skin skills and random slashing sword skills. But he doesn't plan to practice here. If he is caught practicing secretly, those people will definitely send him to the battlefield, and the 'materials' will be

Everything should be put to good use.

The sky was still dark in the early morning of the next day. Naoto was awakened by the sound of an explosion. After putting on his equipment, he jumped onto the cabin and looked into the distance. There were flames in the mountains and forests in the distance. It seemed that the troops were in contact with Konoha.

A fight is taking place.

"Naoto, what are you doing standing up there? Hurry and go to the front line to carry the wounded." Nobuta led everyone outside the wooden house at some point, and everyone was very nervous.

"yes."

Naoto, who worked as a corpse incinerator for a day, lost his job. He was assigned to the rescue team and went to the front line to transport the wounded. Sometimes accidents happen, and everything is full of unknowns.

Shinta still led the team forward, with Oya standing behind the team to prevent anyone from escaping. Naoto's eyes wandered around. The road was full of wailing wounded, but Shinta did not let everyone help, Naoto already knew what to do.

When it was vaguely visible, Naoto and his party arrived at the front line. Everywhere they saw were stumps and broken arms, and the sound they heard were explosions and wails. Many people in the team were lying on the ground and vomiting, but Naoto could hold it back better and squatted down.

Holding the handle of the knife tightly behind a stone, his legs kept shaking.

"Your mission is to rescue the wounded at the forefront and then bring them back, do you understand?" Nobuta roared loudly.

"Yes..." The voice was still weak.

"Go, go, go!"

Oya pulled out the ninja sword on his back and urged everyone to move forward. Naoto, who was hiding behind the stone, was hit by Shinta's iron rod, and then he was pushed away from the big stone. Everyone moved timidly towards the area ahead where there were continuous explosions.

Naoto walked towards the end and looked back. Shinta and Oya were still there, scolding him.

Are you going to die? People in the team are constantly being hit by shurikens flying from nowhere. They fall to the ground and struggle for a few times before losing their breath. Naoto lies on the ground and crawls forward. A corpse falls on his hand, and it is hot.

The blood flowed down his neck and into his clothes.

Naoto suddenly felt a warmth in his trouser legs, and he seemed to be frightened...