The strongest support for the fourth generation

For Zhenyong, such daily life seems to be back to the past - those simple days with clear goals.

From another perspective, those children who tremble in the face of death have an unexpected strength - every day, every day, they face this terrible fear repeatedly, but they still maintain their own humanity,

Live hard.

This is very remarkable. If it were Zhen Yong himself... he might have turned into a beast that chooses people to devour.

Time passed slowly in this unremarkable daily life, and Zhenyong, who was originally just a passerby, was gradually accepted by the three children... This strange wandering poet who always wore a mask taught them how to fish, how to weave fishing nets, and how to avoid danger.

Driving a dangerous beast, how to distinguish the toxicity of wild vegetables... Although he only told them a little bit inscrutably every time, it is undeniable that compared to those days and nights struggling near the survival line, these days have already

It can be considered a happy time...Happy days always pass too fast.

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"Ah la la~ I didn't expect to find such a good thing~"

During today's routine foraging trip, Zhenyong and Yahiko discovered a caravan that had been ambushed... No one survived, and the supplies had almost been wiped out, but for Yahiko and the others, who lived in the cracks of war

In other words, this is a gift from God!

The scraps, daily necessities, and other things that the ninjas despise are very important to them in troubled times...

What surprised Zhenyong even more was that he actually found a small pot of turbid wine in this unlucky man's carriage...

In this era when even food is in short supply, wine is indeed a rare luxury! Moreover, Zhenyong, who has been living as a child for more than ten years, has no way to come into contact with such high-end products in the wood industry.

Entertainment supplies…

He pushed the mask up slightly, and then drank by himself - the wine-making technology of this era was not top-notch, let alone in this troubled world where everyone was in danger, this wine did not have much refreshing aftertaste.

On the contrary, it adds a lot of bitterness...

But Zhen Yong still raised the corner of his mouth.

Naturally, this is not the first time I drank bitter wine. For ninjas, wine is just a waste that can easily cause trouble. But what Zhenyong has done these days is not a waste of time?

Beside the fire deep in the cave, a few little ghosts had already raised a small bonfire. The temperature kept flickering and flickering, as well as the outside world, the rare falling snow...

In the blink of an eye, it has been three years...

Maybe it's because this body is still young, or maybe everyone gets drunk without being drunk. Zhenyong turned sideways drunkenly. He looked at the three little ghosts playing. They seemed to be blooming in this Shura Tao.

The white rose next to it…

At first it was just a low whisper, and he didn't know where he had heard this song. In the end, he actually sang it softly in harmony with the melody in his mind.

"The long road is long for you to travel, and you are full of courage and enthusiasm; in search of truth and love, you are drunk in dreams, and you stop wherever you want to call your hometown; the sky and the earth are plunged into the fire of thousands of tribulations, and the mist is endless without thinking."

The little devils still couldn't understand the meaning of this song, but Zhenyong's deep and deep voice made them calm down naturally. They had also experienced pain, and the strong resonance started from the depths of their hearts, and the beautiful chords

Spread throughout every corner of the cave...

"Welcoming the sun, moon and thousands of miles of wind, I will laugh at the white ripples and wash away my madness; in the future, I will laugh and talk about heroic things, and I would rather be a beacon fire and a hundred battles with guns... In the future, I will laugh and talk about heroic things, and I would rather be in a beacon fire and a hundred battles with spears~"

Lying down on his side, Zhenyong seemed to be really drunk. Through the gap in the mask, Sanxiao saw that warm smile for the first time...

"Haha, poet, you're drunk." Xiaonan covered her mouth and smiled. She opened her slightly closed eyes, looked in the direction of Zhenyong, and waved to Zhenyong as if she wanted to make a joke...

However, her hand was hanging in mid-air...

At the far entrance of the cave, a man carrying a short sword appeared in their sight... He also had obvious blood stains on his body, not only his own, but also the enemies who died under the short sword...

But at least one thing is certain, the Iwa Ninja forehead protector tied to his forehead is silently explaining his identity as a ninja!

Ninja!

Ninjas still at war!!

"do not come!!"

Just like when he faced Zhenyong that day, Yahiko immediately jumped up and stood in front of the other two brats... He held the old kunai, but did not dare to pray for the same good luck as Zhenyong did at that time.

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Today... he will probably die here... A thought flashed across his mind, but he held the kunai in his hand more firmly!

At least... at least let Konan and Nagato survive!

"Ah! Xiaonan, take Nagato and run away!!"

He almost closed his eyes as if the other party rushed towards him! Of course, from the beginning, he never felt that he could kill the other party... he just had the intention of dying.

"If I die, my companions can be rescued and so on..."

One hand grasped Yahiko's arm, and the force that could not be refused kept him in place, and the familiar voice that always sounded cynical in the past sounded something else today.

smell…

For the first time in three years, Zhenyong slowly took off the mask covering his cheeks... Probably because he had not been exposed to sunlight for too long, his face looked a little pale, but there was no trace of lignification at all!

Yes, this face is more mature than three years ago, but this does not prevent the playful smile from the corner of his mouth!

"Such an idea is really stupid..." He paused, but did not look back at Yahiko next to him. "Yahiko, you have to remember that the weak who use death as a sacrifice will never be favored by fate - want to

To protect the people who are important to you, you must become stronger...strong enough to cope with all crises!"

Taking a step forward, Zhenyong stood in front of Yahiko... At that moment, this familiar figure became infinitely taller!

"You came here following the sound, right?"

He spoke to himself, then shook his head while talking to himself.

"You shouldn't have come."