naruto sea shadow

Where is this? Zhang Xuetao looked at the vast expanse of white in front of him, as if there was a huge fog. Although he could not reach the point where he could not see his fingers, the scene one or two meters away was also covered by the fog.

How did I get here? It’s really strange. Is this a dream? If it is a dream, it still has its own consciousness. Could it be the legendary lucid dream? This is really rare!

Zhang Xuetao pinched himself. Hey! It really didn’t hurt. But why did I have such a dream?

An angry voice suddenly came from behind.

"Japanese? What's going on?" Zhang Xuetao was shocked when he turned to look in the direction of the voice.

I saw a man holding a knife and rushing towards me.

He raised the knife and dropped it, blood spurted out from his chest, and pain instantly filled his brain.

Zhang Xuetao felt very confused. Wasn't it painful just now? Why is it so painful now? Isn't this a dream? Who else is he?

Although I don't know what happened, I really don't want to experience this heart-wrenching pain again. After all, it doesn't seem like something that would happen in a dream. Who knows what will happen if I get hit a few times.

Covering the wound, he hurriedly ran away, but the other person quickly came to his side and kicked him several meters away. Hearing the person's voice gradually approaching, he also said that he didn't understand.

of Japanese.

I struggled to get up, but failed after trying several times.

Poof~ I was kicked away again, this time the force was twice as strong as the last time. The blood I spat out also doubled, and I fell to the ground and rolled around a few times. I covered my stomach where I was kicked.

Curling up on the ground, the severe pain caused tears to flow down uncontrollably and mix with the blood.

What happened? Why am I going through this? Am I going to die?

No, haven't I always wanted to travel through time? Haven't I always found the peaceful era boring? Isn't this exactly what happens in anime? Isn't this the passion that I dream of? I want to fight, I want to turn defeat into victory, and I want to kill him.

"Ah~" Zhang Xuetao may have had faith that inspired his fighting spirit; perhaps it was the blood that inspired his hidden bloody nature; perhaps it was because the pain made him lose his rationality. He rushed forward like crazy, not using his instincts skillfully.

Attack with Wang Ba Fist.

He punched forty or fifty times in one breath, but unfortunately he didn't land a single punch. Every attack was dodged by this man nimbly, and he was panting from exhaustion.

The opponent was laughing ferociously and saying something, while waving the knife in his hand to chop at himself. Zhang Xuetao just wanted to run away, but it was already too late. The opponent's continuous attacks caused Zhang Xuetao's blood to spurt out, and cracks began to appear in his body.

Like to be broken into pieces.

There was severe pain at the beginning, but gradually he could no longer feel the pain. Zhang Xuetao wanted to fight back, but failed. He could only watch as his physical condition gradually worsened. Because he had already lost

Body control.

"What will happen if my body is completely broken into pieces? Will I die? Hahaha~ That kind of burst of faith that can defeat the enemy has not appeared in me!

Just when Zhang Xuetao was dying, when he thought he was about to die, he found a golden light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Part of this light quickly entered the cracks in his body to prevent his body from breaking.

The other part rushed directly to the body of the person who had been chasing him. The same golden light played a different role. The golden light was like a flame raging on his body, and his screams were endless.

After a while, the shouts gradually weakened and then disappeared, and his body was melted into a water-like thing by the golden light.

A big living person just disappeared. Such a scene made Zhang

Xuetao was stunned.

While he was in a daze, the golden light seemed to have a mind controlling the water wave-like thing to flow towards the cracks in Zhang Xuetao's body and merge with each other. However, at this time, Zhang Xuetao lost consciousness and passed out.

Time passed bit by bit, and most of this mass had melted into Zhang Xuetao's body, but a small piece of crystal remained. The golden light swept back and forth over the crystal, suddenly wrapped it, and then disappeared suddenly.

Gone.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Is anyone here?" He shouted and took a few steps forward. But as he moved forward, the fog slowly spread around. Slowly, the fog disappeared.

not see.

The dissipation of the fog allowed the distant view to come into view, and he saw a village. This village was extremely retro, with wooden houses.

Walking into the village, in front of you, there is a little boy under a tree. This boy has gray hair and blood-colored tears on his eyes.

Just as he was about to ask the little boy where this place was, before he could speak, the scene in the entire space suddenly began to rotate. He was so dizzy that he had to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the scene he was in had already happened.

Change.

This is a room where a kind old grandfather is teaching a group of children to read. And he is standing behind the boy with bloody tears.

Some people were confused and murmured in a low voice: "Why did the scene change all of a sudden, and why did I keep following this child. Also, when I came here suddenly, why did these people act like nothing happened?"

Zhang Xuetao looked at this boy, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt. Isn't this the person who is chasing me? But why has he become smaller?

"Hey! Hey! Did you hear me?" But they seemed not to have heard and continued to teach.

He kept looking at them quietly. They were speaking Japanese. Although he knew that they were speaking Japanese, he didn't know what they said specifically. After a while, he felt a little bored and wanted to leave. But he was thinking

When I left, I realized that I couldn't move.

He lost control of his body and felt very panicked. What on earth happened? How could I have such a dream?

Move! Move quickly. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get out of this predicament. The panic lasted for a long time, but as time passed, he gradually adapted to the situation of not being able to control his body.

Not getting used to it, he had no other choice but to continue looking at them. He didn't know how much time passed, it seemed like only an hour, or it seemed like several years had passed. He seemed to be unable to feel the concept of time.

But slowly, he seemed to understand what they were saying, and he had learned Japanese unknowingly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the scene changed again, this time it was the woods.

It was still the boy with gray hair and bloody tears. In front of the boy stood a very strong middle-aged man. He seemed to be his father. He had a samurai sword hanging on his hip. He was teaching the boy.

Learn knife skills.

What's going on? Why do I keep following this little boy? Although I am very confused in my heart, I can only passively accept it because he cannot make his own choice.

As he continued to watch, he saw that this middle-aged man's sword skills were very powerful, and he could wield a blade in the blink of an eye.

Unconsciously, he sighed: "I couldn't tell how many knives he wielded, it was too fast."

Time passed slowly, and it seemed that it was not slow but fast. The man taught the boy not many moves, just some basic sword skills and the art of drawing swords.

Day after day, year after year, a single action is repeated thousands of times. The boy is

As he grew older, the sword skills he learned became more and more proficient from the initial clumsiness.

He has been watching the growth of this little boy, and he has also grown up, and he has also learned the skills of swordsmanship. But these are all theoretical.

Of course, if he is allowed to practice for a period of time, he will definitely become a master of swordsmanship.

The scene changes again.

This time it was in the village, and there was a fire in the village. The fire was not caused by accident, but man-made. A man took the mark with his hand, and suddenly spit out a big fireball from his mouth and hit the house. This kind of fighting

The method made Zhang Xuetao feel very familiar. This is exactly the fighting method of ninjas in Naruto.

There was a big battle in the village. He had no way of knowing why the battle started. But he could still see the shape of the battlefield. The ninja had the advantage, and no one in the village could harm him. And this ninja had an advantage.

But he was able to massacre the people in the village one-sidedly.

This time he was still standing near the boy. The boy's father hurriedly came to his side and took him to a secret cellar.

The boy cried and shouted that he wanted his father to stay and didn't want him to leave and fight with the ninja. The boy's father reached out and touched his face and said: "You have to live well." After saying that, the hand that touched the boy's cheek quickly hit the boy's face.

On the boy's neck.

As he struck, the entire scene disappeared and turned into darkness. But before the scene disappeared, Zhang Xuetao seemed to see tears in the boy's father's eyes that wanted to overflow.

Wandering ~ Wandering ~ The little boy has been wandering, and Zhang Xuetao has been forced to watch by his side, watching him fight, watching him kill, watching him make friends and work together for one person, but these scenes are all...

It appears in fragments.

There was a change in the scene, but this time endless darkness filled the air around him, and all his senses were deprived of him. Fear surged into his heart, and chills flowed through his body.

I don't know how long it took, the darkness disappeared, and I could see things again. But this time, my perspective was even more out of my control.

As the sun sets, the flaming clouds in the distance are very beautiful, but nearby there is a large group of people surrounding it, and they are all outside the iron fence.

A person's voice rang in his ears: "You all listen! He is a terrorist, trying to use violent means to fight against the Caddo Group and disrupt the order of this country! For this reason, I arrested him.

This public execution! I really don’t want such a boring thing to happen again! Let’s do it..."

After the man finished speaking, the perspective began to shift to a wooden shelf nearby. There was a man tied to it. He held a knife in his hand and instantly pulled out the knife and chopped off his head.

Blood was spurting, the head was falling, and the body was out of control, killing a person. The passing of a life was so close to him. Although he had seen the passing of life with his own eyes, this time it was his own doing, and his body was trembling.

.

A voice came from the depths of his soul: ‘This is not me.’ This voice gradually began to echo in his soul and became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, as if some shackles were broken, the words "This is not me" came out of the mouth deafeningly, and then resounded throughout the world.

Click~click~click~ The space began to shatter like a mirror with the shouts, and the whole space exploded with a snap.

Suddenly Zhang Xuetao sat up. He gasped and covered his head with a bitter smile and said, "Why did I have such a dream? Fortunately, I woke up. I was scared to death."

However, when he looked up, he found that there was a strange ceiling above him and a strange environment around him. He murmured in shock: "Is this still in a dream? Or have I traveled through time?"