Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

[This guy was trying to recruit you just now, it sounds like it would be beneficial to you, why didn't you agree to him? 】

Zatou Yidao was jumping in the air, and I don't know how he judged his position. He moved his body several times to avoid the obstacles of branches and trees, as vigorous and agile as an ape.

Yaodao's question was in a joking tone, as if he was regretting that Zatoichi refused to be recruited by Imanishi Eita, and seemed to be joking that Zatoichi got into trouble.

Cut off the opponent's eyes with a single knife, revealing his whereabouts.

[After such a slash, do you regret it later? Your figure is completely exposed, and I'm afraid it's impossible to escape now, even with the power I give you, you can't escape, stupid, too stupid. 】

"will die."

"I will die here." Zatou Yidao shook the famous sword at his waist. He calmly stated his ending, accepting death with peace of mind, just like calmly accepting the countdown of the transformation experiment in the underground base, regretting The only thing is that I didn't get to eat a few more mouthfuls of good food before I died, "I already lived an extra life."

"GOGO!"

"He's here!"

The voice of the seat has no fear of death, the surrounding dark forest has become a hunting ground, he is the prey, and Amelika's blockade is the hunter.

The voices of the Self-Defense Forces and Amelika soldiers can be heard behind one another, and there are also helicopters hovering in the sky, spotlights sweeping the woods, and from time to time they sweep onto the head of the seat.

When the ancient dignitaries were hunting, they would let their servants go to the hunting ground to drive the prey together, and then shoot them with bows. This kind of collective hunting has existed since the Paleolithic age. Sometimes it was used for wild animals, and sometimes for animals. man himself.

Front, left and right, rear, all directions formed a line of defense, and the infantry in the forest was retreating, as if they were about to make a big move.

"Since I am already a dead person who died once, why do I have to work hard for the greed of the living."

Zatou Yidao suddenly pulled out the famous sword and swung it forward, a big tree blocking the front was instantly cut off, and he stepped on half of the tree's corpse.

"Besides, if it is wrong to be weak, is it right to be strong?"

"The happiness and well-being of all citizens, and the pursuit of a normal country. Now people like this in the West use high-sounding words to tie themselves to the country, arbitrarily deciding people's life and death, except that they will decline due to birth, old age, sickness and death. People like them, How is it any different from the gods I promised myself."

"In an accidental war hundreds of years ago, one of their ancestors was conferred the honor of glory because of an accidental fight, so after a few hundred years of shelter, they were the ones who went to war and welcomed the enemy It’s them, and it’s them who are thinking about restoration now, using nation and state to construct a slogan that transcends class, driving 140 million oxen and horses to move bricks for their own pyramid.”

[What Imanishi Eita said made you the god of this country, standing above 140 million people, tsk tsk. 】Yaodao was amazed, 【Your mortal emperor is like this, although only mortals rule, but if it is such a god, it doesn't hurt to be a god. 】

"The so-called gods in his mouth." Zatou Yidao put his hand on the handle of the knife.

"If you stand on top of mortals and enjoy worshiping, domineering, and are deeply trapped in the network constructed by mortal society. The so-called gods are just another ugly fantasy of human beings."

"It's just that some people pinned their beautiful illusions on power on illusory gods and idols, wrapped a mortal in gold foil, stuck gemstones, and imagined that divinity would emerge from the dead mummy."

"The gods in his mouth are still a member of this social system, entrusted to all kinds of networks everywhere, no matter how powerful they are, they are still tightly wrapped in the greed of seven billion mortals."

"Peasants working in the fields fantasized that the big man should use a golden hoe, that the gods should be domineering, that the gods should be in power, that the gods should be immortal, and that the gods should enjoy the offerings of the world's material resources. This is the god of Xiyingtai today."

[…] Mizuno was silent, the first holder was an egomaniac, the second was a gambler, and the third became a philosopher.

But this guy's understanding of the gods seems to be very novel.

【Zatou, what does the god in your heart look like. 】

"A real god." Zatou Yidao said without any hesitation, as if he had already had a picture of the appearance of a god in his heart, "He should be an existence that transcends the entire society and is not restricted by the human social system." Bondage is not a clay idol, it ignores productivity and production relations, no longer retains human greed, and can reverse human social networks by itself."

Zatou Yidao's white pupils reflected the searchlight.

"Life and death, pain and joy, are the same to the gods."

【As you said, none of the immortals that appear in the world can be regarded as a god in your eyes. 】

The boss smiled: "Do you think I'm such a homeless man, and I'm still blind, can I watch the programs on the TV? At most, I just listen to other homeless people talking nonsense. I don't know where I got the news. It's a mess."

"But from what other homeless people said, those demons, ghosts, gods and Buddhas appearing all over the world..."

"They are all just clay sculptures with different skins and the same inside."

Mizuno's heart skipped a beat. Although the head was blind, what he saw was unusual.

If it wasn't for knowing that the zato was talking about virtual fingers, Mizuno would have jumped up on the spot.

The head talks a lot, as if he was not blind but dumb before, and after gaining a mouth, he wants to say all the things he hasn't said before in one breath.

Like, confessing my last words.

Confess your last words in this life.

And with the chattering of Zuo Tou, his figure jumped out of the woods.

The woods were full of troops more than once.

"clatter!"

Numerous searchlight lights shone on the head of the seat, barricades were defended, the armored front was deployed a hundred meters away, and the muzzles of the black muzzles were turned at the same time.

When the footprints were being tracked outside, they were already ready to go, and Amelika's army was in full swing.

The sound of mechanical friction, the pulse of blood pumping in human muscles.

From left to right, from top to bottom, there are death gods standing with knives on the left and right. They stand upright, ready to harvest the souls of the sword at any time.

"Fujitora Jinichi, you slaughtered 15 innocent people at the Yokosuka Base." An angry voice came from the loudspeaker, "Now our army will charge you with anti-social crimes..."

[So your real name is Fujitora Jinichi. 】

"No, I'm Zatou Yidao." Zatou Yidao held the wooden handle with his left hand, and his right hand slipped down the scabbard.

"clatter."

The tip of the scabbard hit the ground, guiding the seat forward like a guide stick.

This way you don't have to worry about tripping over stones.

"Crimes against humanity..."

The trumpet blares a list of crimes.

Zatou Yidao's footsteps were flimsy, but his breathing was calm. In front of the black muzzle of the gun, the blind old man hunched over slightly.

"Kill you in place!"