People are in Naruto, I am Aizen

Accompanied by a dull rolling thunder, with the arrival of the rainy season, Konoha once again fell into a black rainstorm.

This torrential rain, which is too atmospheric, separates the whole world, one part is outside the rain curtain, and the other part is inside the rain curtain. There is no communication or connection between the two.

Some are just shadowy figures criss-crossing under the stage built by the torrential rain, and those displayed in the rain or in the porch, which only a few people know, the tragic picture.

"If I could vent my current feelings, I wouldn't be so distressed. Master Ziraiya."

The translucent Chakra scalpel exuding terrifying lethality in his hand was annihilated and disintegrated in the hands of Minato Namikaze without a sound. The little sun of the former Konoha gently hugged himself, who is also a teacher, a father and a friend. man, said in a low voice:

"So, no matter what, please don't stop me. Otherwise, I don't know what I am going to do in my current state. I don't want to do anything at this time that may make me regret it. So, Please stop doing this, Master Jiraiya. Because if it continues, I believe the result is not to our liking."

"...That's really unforgivable, Minato."

Looking at Namikaze Minato with a gloomy face in front of him, Jiraiya also sighed deeply when he looked at his apprentice, his figure suddenly exploded into a cloud of white smoke.

At the same time, in another corner, countless black fly scripts began to climb and spread on the ground. These ancient runic scripts constituted a psychic contract. His figure jumped onto the shoulder of the visitor in the blink of an eye.

"Shima Immortal, Fukasaku Immortal, please!"

"Oh! Come on, motherfucker!"

"Needless to say, the child's father!"

"..."

It's fairy mode.

It's not an ordinary blood-moving outfit, but a real, fully modified Miaomushan Toad Immortal mode.

Seeing the stripes all over his body, carrying two small old toads on his shoulders, and the terrifying Jiraiya of Chakra flowing all over his body, Namikaze Minato stood inside the door frame and looked at them expressionlessly.

Especially when looking at Jiraiya's toad-like face and his resolute face, the expression on Minato's cheek twitched slightly.

And when the two old toads saw Namikaze Minato clearly under the door frame, they also made some surprised sounds.

"Minato? Why are you kid? Did you make Zilai angry?"

"Even if it's a sparring, it's too much to play like this? Hey, Ziraiya, what's going on?"

"It's too long to explain, so stop the water gate first!"

After explaining to the two sages on his shoulders, Jiraiya looked at the numb Namikaze Minato and said in a low voice:

"Hey, Minato, even if we want to hit it, let's find a safer place. This is your home, right? You won't be happy if you break it."

"...It's okay. Master Ziraiya."

Looking at Jiraiya surrounded by sensu Chakra, Minato Namikaze chuckled, raised his head slowly, and looked at Jiraiya.

The azure pupils were stained with a tinge of terrifying blood, but it also gave his pupils a bit of fatal willpower.

"You can directly perform all ninjutsu and fairy arts, I don't care."

"..."

Jirai is also a straightforward ninja.

Looking at Namikaze Minato's stubbornness in front of him, he has made up his mind to teach his arrogant little apprentice a lesson.

Just stomping the ground with the sole of the foot, the two immortals Fukasaku and Shima knew it. The chakras of the two toads and one are instantly coordinated and unified, but the three parts have been released jointly.

The two Toad Immortals spewed out wind and fire, while Jiraiya himself spewed out countless oils in an instant. The wind generates fire, the fire burns oil, a round of burning oil fireball exudes raging heat, evaporates the surrounding air in the blink of an eye, and instantly penetrates a pale passage to Namikaze Minato.

"Senfa. Goemon!"

"Goddess returns."

A long and narrow black fissure quietly unfolded in front of Namakaze Minato, instantly engulfing the menacing burning oil fireball.

Then in the next moment, that terrifying fairy fireball appeared in Jiraiya's eyes again. It's just that the flying trend is just the opposite.

That is to say, the boiling oil fireball forged by Immortal Goemon was returned to him intact, and even the fluctuation and speed emanating from it were even better than Jiraiya's display at the beginning!

"This is one of the spells specially determined by Blue Ran according to my physique, so if it's just this kind of spell, there is no way to stop me, Mr. Ziraiya."

The long and narrow gap behind quietly disappeared into nothingness. Minato Namakaze silently raised his eyes, and looked at Jiraiya who was in disbelief in front of him, his face was gradually covered with lines representing bloody costumes.

Seeing Jilai dodging the boiling oil fireball in embarrassment, and setting off a burning fire pond behind his back, Namikaze Minato also raised his hand at Zilai, and instantly threw several dim almost The invisible blade.

Before Jiraiya had put on any defensive posture, in the next moment, the golden figure of Minato Namikaze melted into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

The so-called instinctive reaction was too late, Namikaze Mizumon appeared in front of him expressionlessly, with a slight tremor of the palm, Jiraiya's left foot was instantly pierced and nailed by the chakra scalpel on the ground.

"hateful!"

But this little injury is still——

Looking at the looming blade on the back of his feet, Ji Laiya just decided to grit his teeth and break free when he heard the screams of the two immortals beside him.

"Jiraiya! Be careful behind you!"

"Brother Aizen once said that. He said don't say anything about forgiveness to those who are immersed in hatred."

"Varied--"

Jiraiya also looked behind him in astonishment. Namikaze Minato, who was still in front of him just now, seemed to have violated the law of time. He and his right foot were nailed through respectively, and they were firmly fixed on the ground.

And until this time, the figure of Minakame Minato in front of Jiraiya slowly dissipated. The severe pain coming from the limbs made Jiraiya's eyes tear open. But what made his heart hurt even more was that the Namikaze Minato in front of him seemed to have turned into a somewhat familiar appearance.

Bathed in the black rain, Namikaze Minato bent down to look at Jiraiya who was nailed to the ground, without looking at the two toads on his shoulders, but slowly showed the sharp blade in his hand.

"Because only those who are in the midst of hatred know that it is impossible to do. Hatred is an emotion that is stronger than love, longer than love, longer than love, and more tragic than love."

After a person dies, the living will often recall the voice and smile of the dead without restriction.

In the past, Namikaze Minato and Hatake Kakashi often teamed up to make fun of Aizen's habit of preaching, because in their eyes, Aizen often preached for the sake of preaching.

Although it sounds like a big truth and earnestly said it, it is actually something that others have already explained thoroughly, and I am also very clear about it. And at this time, Aizen would always show a somewhat embarrassed expression, and then push his glasses and say something strange like "I'm worried about you" and "For your own good", just like the parents.

And at this time, even Kakashi, who has been sullenly, will laugh in cooperation.

Generally speaking, Aizan would shake his head helplessly, then explain at length again, and finally admit that he really shouldn't say too much.

At the end of this discussion about life, hatred, and the world, Aizen often just gave them an answer. An answer that can get them out of their confusion.

‘If things come to an end, just do it according to your own ideas. Don't have any regrets, and don't have any worries. Your lives are your own, and that's fine. '

"..."

The illusion was shattered, and only the sound of heavy rain hitting the ground entered Namikaze Minato's ears.

"...I'm sorry, Master Jiraiya."

After a while, looking at Jiraiya's painful expression, Minato Namikaze slowly put down his raised palm, and said in a low voice:

"It's just that you have your way, and I have mine. I am no longer a child, and I will not always follow behind you."

"I understand your thoughts. I understand that you don't want the village to fall into civil strife. But for me, for us, finding the murderer is the most important thing."

"What's more, even the elders and agents of a village want to kill them, and they dare to kill them. They are no longer worthy of being called people in the village. For this kind of pest that eats away the leaves, I think the only thing I should do is to kill them. They. Don't you think so?"

For a game like Son of Prophecy, you should also wake up.

Seeing Jiraiya whose limbs were nailed to the ground with almost no resistance, Namakaze Minato overlooked his master, his body quietly disintegrating into white smoke into the rain curtain.

As for the two toad sages, Fukasaku and Shima, the once polite Namikaze Minato didn't even look at the two toad sages from Mt. Myogi, as if they were treating the two toads as objects and decorations. In the pitch-black rainstorm, feeling the appearance of the two Toad Immortals trying to pull out the invisible sharp blades from their bodies, Jilai also slowly closed his eyes.

"Watergate……"

The pure blue eyes have been soaked with red anger.

That was no longer the appearance of the Prophet's Son. Ji Lai also finally knew that the son of prophecy he was looking forward to might never come back again.