I, called Aesop Mad, was an ordinary person who fled to the Land of Water because of the war, and my father and mother were both killed by the war.

I thought about getting revenge on them, but the cruel reality destroyed me.

Those ninjas with sharp ninjas in their hands possessed ghostly illusions, powerful ninjutsu, and in less than a round, they defeated me who had just mustered up the courage to pick up the blade, and even in the end, I paid the price of one eye to escape, like a lost dog, escaping from the home where I had lived since I was a child and should have been guarding with my life.

Then, I followed the tide of refugees to the Land of Fire, the people of the Land of Fire were very welcoming, at least, I had a rare meal, but before I could enter the land of fire, which was said to be the richest, a large number of ninjas on tiptoe suddenly rushed out of the refugees and attacked the people of the country of fire, causing them heavy casualties.

Then, in order to counter the sneak attack from the wave of refugees, those ninjas of the Fire Country who were originally smiling at us also turned into the Grim Reaper from the underworld, harvesting the refugees who had just eaten their food with sharp kunai.

Originally, I really wanted to die like this, but a hand suddenly pulled me into a deep pit next to me who was standing dumbfounded in fear and saved my life that should have ended like this.

Later, I saw the guy who saved my life, about the same age as me at the time, but his eyes were a little more angry than mine, his name, he didn't tell me, but he told me not to die like this, we refugees have a life and there is nothing.

I asked him if he wanted to go to the Land of Fire, and even though the people of the Land of Fire wanted to kill me just now, what they portrayed in the Land of Fire made me yearn for it.

However, he shook his head and said, "No, because if you go, you can only use it as a coolie to deliver supplies, and it is very likely that you will be robbed and killed by enemy ninjas who have been entrusted with the task of intercepting supplies during transportation."

In the end, we decided to take refuge in the Land of Water, and many others made the same decision as we did, because we had heard that there were almost no wars there.

We were fortunate and unfortunate that just as we were on the boat to the Land of Water, a huge mountain-like figure rushed directly from the shore into the sea, and the huge waves it stirred up instantly overturned dozens of boats, and the person who saved me could not grasp it, and fell into the sea with a bump in the huge waves, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Embarrassed, I'm afraid, is the only word that can describe what I looked like when I arrived in the land of water in a boat, looking at the ocean behind me with lonely eyes, as if I was alive and dead.

With this loneliness, I lived for six or seven years, fishing with nets day after day, chewing dried fish with hard flesh every day.

Until this day, the people of Wuyin Village suddenly came and led me to a large tent, where I met many people who had survived with me on that boat.

But surprisingly, we didn't speak, and we all quietly found a seat and sat down, for we didn't know what was waiting for us.

Then, just as the people in the tent were gathering more and more, a figure in armor suddenly appeared in front of us, strange and abrupt, and we didn't even know how he appeared there.

Then, the man who suddenly appeared asked us to make a strange movement, keeping our upper body completely straight, our feet slightly open, our hands in line with our shoulders, our arms half-bent, and then we lowered our bodies until our chests were almost touching the ground, and finally returned to our initial state.

I don't know why this action looked so much like the action of doing something indescribable, but we all did it honestly, and we were all exhausted and out of breath before we did dozens of them.

And then, the gesture that the man asked us to do made us so tired that we couldn't help ourselves, and we kept jumping and jumping, jumping so much that I felt like my leg muscles were going to break.

Eventually, when the last person was also tired, the man tapped on our sweaty foreheads, and then a strange energy poured into our bodies, instantly recovering our exhausted bodies.

But for some reason, maybe it was my delusion, and just as this energy poured into my body, I seemed to hear a vague and divine voice in my heart, a voice that made me extremely curious and wanted to hear clearly.

And for some reason, I always felt an inexplicable respect in my heart for the man who had injected me with mysterious energy, a feeling that I had never felt before.

Next, what the man in front of us asked us to do was to keep waving the big sword that the man in his hand had conjured out of nowhere, and I didn't even have the strength to lift him, so I could only barely pick it up.

However, just after I was tired again, as the young man injected me with a trace of energy, I was able to regain my strength, and the big sword in my hand seemed to give me a lighter feeling, and I heard the voice in my heart again, and this time, it was slightly clearer than the previous voice.

Coincidentally, I had a little more respect for the man in front of me in my heart, and I didn't even dare to look directly at his body.

Maybe it's the joy in the suffering, maybe it's the desire to hear the voice in my heart clearly, maybe it's the hope to revere the man in front of me more, I completely forget the fatigue, forget the passage of time, and use up my physical strength over and over again, so that the man in front of me inputs a trace of mysterious energy to me, so that the big sword in my hand swings faster and faster, so that the voice in my heart is more and more sober, and it also makes the respect for the man in front of me more and more intense.

Eventually, as another trace of mystical energy entered my body, the respect for the man in front of me finally reached the mechanism, and the original faint voice became clear.

Although I knew the language that made up the voice in my heart, I had never been exposed to it, but perhaps for some reason, I still understood its meaning, and with a hint of reverence like a believer, I stood up with the others in the tent, stretched out my right hand holding the great sword, and put my left hand on the elbow joint of my right hand as if I were holding something, and lowered my head slightly, and said the words that had been lingering in my heart in unison.

"See you, my esteemed Salary King!"