Ninja World

After getting angry, Hanzo was breathing a little heavy while sitting on the bed. In addition, the breathing mask sounded like the sound of a bellows pulling.

Boring.

With pressure.

He is indeed old, with silver-white hair and loose skin with many old spots.

But he was not convinced of his old age.

He was once a "demigod" in the ninja world, and even though he was old, he was not an existence that could easily defeat those ignorant younger generations.

He thought of the stubborn boy yesterday.

He can't forget that look.

There was even a mouthful of blood and phlegm that was spit onto the collar.

Huh~

Breathing is dull like thunder.

Hanzo stood up slowly with his head on the bed.

It's different from the wealth of a country of rain.

Hanzo's bedroom looks particularly simple, without any luxury, only a simple soft bed, a table, and a box.

The table was broken.

The old man walked to the box, breathing a little stuffy, staring at the box and was silent for a while.

Then he bent down, held it on the box with one hand, and used a little force.

The mechanism bites and then releases.

The box cover is lifted.

The box that Hanzo regarded as treasures did not place some amazing wealth that outsiders imagined was imagined. For Hanzo, money was meaningless.

Inside the box is a heavy and ancient armor.

Similar to the armor worn by ninjas during the warring battles before the Ninjas era, the nail pages made of fine steel reflected light slightly under the candlelight of the warm gaze.

Hanzo is a man who has lived through an era.

The last few symbols belonging to that era that have survived to this day still shine in the entire world of ninjas.

Hanzo stared at the armor and was slightly stunned.

Although it hasn't been wearing it in person for ten years, this pair of armor that has been going through decades is still shining like new and has not been stained with dust.

"Old friend..."

"It's time to use you again."

Hanzo reached out to grab the heavy armor.

The muscles that looked a little loose in the arms raised slightly, and the weight of the armor was visible.

Then.

Wow

It was directly hung on the body.

Samurai armor in the traditional sense is different from the current advanced and lightweight ninja uniform materials.

Although it does not have strong defense ability without armor, the ninja uniform also has a certain ability to resist tear, which can reduce the damage received by the ninja at critical moments. More importantly, it is very light and convenient for hiding.

Survival of the fittest.

The way to wear armor is extremely cumbersome.

It is often necessary to have servants to assist.

But Hanzo doesn't need it.

The old man was so familiar with this pair of armor that he pressed his fingers on each unit to protect every joint.

Mechanism occlusion.

Wear wrist guards neatly.

The tough hemp rope around the waist tied the armor to fit the body so that the heavy subject would not become a burden in the fierce battle.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Hanzo paused his fingers slightly.

Huh ~

Slightly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

A red glow appeared under the candlelight on the pale cheeks.

It looks like excitement.

The heart, which was almost beating, was re-injected with vitality and the blood began to boil.

This is Hanzang's state at this moment.

There are no mirrors in Hanzo's warm room, and the old man doesn't need such decorations.

But Hanzo doesn't need to look back to know...a customer has arrived here.

"I didn't expect it to be you..."

Hanzo didn't turn his head.

He just moved his neck slightly and made a crackling sound.

Then he put the heart protection glass on his chest on top.

The movements on his hands continued, wearing his heavy armor.

Perhaps it is precisely because of these tedious steps that make it eliminated by ninjas.

People... are the same.

The mechanism bites to death.

The heart protection mirror reflects light.

Before the candlelight.

A slightly shaking figure cast on the paper window of the warm chalet.

It was like a poisonous snake, slowly raising its head.

This is the pose of the venomous snake before attacking.

Light and shadow intertwined.

"Koye wants to annex Yu Hidden Village?"

Hanzo slanted his eyes slightly.

If there is a mirror, you can see Orochimaru's cheeks appearing behind him, waiting quietly at a distance of two steps.

There was no sound of breathing.

A little thrilling.

"Iwaki Ninja Village and Sand Ninja Village will not agree."

The Kingdom of Rain is located in the most important buffer zone at the junction of the Three Kingdoms.

No matter who wants to encroach on this piece of land, it will inevitably cause a strong backlash from the other two parties.

Because once the Rain Country falls, it is equivalent to exposing the doorstep to the enemy.

"The third Ninja World War just ended."

Hanzo reminded him again.

Konoha had just been besieged by the four countries, all because the limelight was too high. Now that the war has just ended, it is about to expand its power.

I'm afraid the next siege of the four countries will not be far away.

Hanzo seemed to be dissuasion, but also threatening.

Perhaps I felt his gaze... I also understood the meaning of Hanzo's words.

Orochimaru stretched out his long tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, laughed sinisterly for a few times, causing the temperature in the room to drop a little.

"I don't mean Konoha."

The voice was hoarse.

"Um?"

Hanzo paused slightly in his hand, and his gray eyebrows raised slightly.

Immediately I pinched the last mechanism.

"I can't imagine that except Sarutobi Hinasen..."

"Who else can ask you for help?"

Hanzo finally bent down and picked up his famous weapon from the bottom of the box.

A very heavy flying chain knife swung more than a thousand pounds in Hanzo's hand, which gradually entered the twilight era. He once slashed the young Jiraiya out with one knife.

Now he is holding it again in his hand.

Crazy

The heavy chains made a depressing sound.

Hanzo finally put his clothes neatly and turned around with the flying chain knife.

The dim eyes were fixed on the tall and thin man behind him.

The pupils shrank slightly.

"Orochimaru."

Time... seems to be invisible to him.

Orochimaru and the shadow of the young man Hanzo once remembered perfectly overlapped together.

More than ten years have passed.

He is old.

But Orochimaru still looked like he was in his twenties.

Faced with Hanzo's problem, Orochimaru showed a cold smile. The conversation between the two looked very harmonious, just like two friends who had forgotten their ages, there was no sign of any feud.

Orochimaru may have forgotten the shame of more than ten years ago.

Three young men who were emerging for the first time touched the old guy's hands and were bleeding.

"Be trusted by others and be loyal to others."

"Hanzang..."

Orochimaru looked at the old man in front of him with a plain look.

Snakes never forget hatred.

but...

The old man with a weak qi and blood in front of him is no longer worthy of letting him bear it with his own hands. Compared with Hanzo, who is dissatisfied with his old age and has a high fighting spirit.

Orochimaru no longer took him into consideration.

A figure reflected in the golden vertical pupils.

"I don't want to try to kill you."

"so."

"I've just told you so long nonsense."

The once humble and polite Orochimaru seems to have gone forever. Perhaps it was because of the competition for the fourth generation of Naruto that changed him. Now Orochimaru no longer needs to pretend to be his personality, and his words have gradually become sharp.

There is even some arrogance.

The tone is calm.

"you..."

The eyes were indifferent.

He pointed at Hanzo's cheek, and his fingertips almost hit Hanzo's nose.

"Just need to sit here obediently and wait for things to end..."

Hanzo's face suddenly turned red, his blood surged, his silver-white hair fluttered, his hand like a dead tree bark tightly held the flying chain knife, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst into a crackling sound.

“It’s enough.”