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Although the Land of the Wind is the largest of the five ninja kingdoms (the other four are: the land of fire, the land of water, the country of earth, and the country of thunder), the desert occupies most of the country. There is not much rain a year, and the people build and live in the oases in the desert.

Among them, the most core leading part is none other than the five major ninja villages, Sand Hidden Village.

When it comes to Shayin Village, what everyone thinks of is nothing more than a glimmer of sky, yellow sand, and the Xiaodi Zhan Love Hall decades later. However, Xue and I are different, our first impression of Shayin Village is a thermos standing under the dark night sky······

Okay, let's get down to business.

However, it is still a line of sky, yellow sand, and a large thermos.

However, in the midst of the dense layers of thermoses, there is an extraordinary building with a very different style from the surrounding area, and as the guardian of the village and the highest combat power of the wind shadow, it is here that the office is located.

"If it were on a frontal battlefield on the border, I wouldn't say a word, but! Konoha and White Fangs have all hit the entrance of the village, what are your troops doing to eat?! What about military spending every year?! Have you taken it all to eat, drink and be merry?! ”

In the brightly lit Kazekage office, there would be a grumpy female voice from time to time, and there would be a sporadic crashing sound, which seemed to be a sudden contact with a hard object.

"I do have to bear part of the responsibility for the successful raid of Konoha White Fang this time."

Blue-black (I checked several information, and it turned out that the hair color of the three generations of Kazekage was dark blue and black for a while, so I simply blended it to make a blue-black) The man with short hair met the fierce gaze of some old women on the opposite side without fear. In the eyes of the lazy dead fish, there is not much emotion.

"But."

As soon as the man's words turned, Qingxiu's indifferent face, which was full of swords and swords, slowly moved to his side, as if he had passed through many barriers, and looked deeply at every corner of the village he loved, "I can only give you the compensation for the death of your son and daughter-in-law, and in addition, I express my grief in my own name." ”

"Because, that's what ·····" He took a deep breath, and the coat on his body floated a little, revealing a close-fitting bandage that seemed to be decorated, "War." ”

The woman frowned, condescendingly looking down at the wind shadow sitting across from the desk, but this did not make her feel happy, on the contrary, an indescribable blockage piled up in her heart.

"This hatred must not be settled." She clenched her hands, and her bone fingers rubbed against each other, making a tooth-aching sound, and she said almost word for word.

"In contrast, I think it's better to care about your grandchildren first."

The strongest wind shadow in the world reminded him that he once again looked at the woman standing opposite, and his eyes seemed to have never changed from beginning to end, "Losing his parents at such a young age is a big blow to him. There seemed to be concern in his voice, but flatness was still the main tone. I won't bother you. When he mentioned his little grandson who seemed to have lost the protection of heaven and earth, the wrinkles on the face of the light-haired woman seemed to be a lot deeper, and in the originally menacing eyes, there was only endless loneliness left.

The man glanced at the corner of the table and picked up a slip, "Passing on the puppet technique to him may indeed help him get out of his grief, but it is only a transfer, not a cure." ”

The woman looked at him in surprise, only to hear the latter say slowly, "Dead things, after all, are just dead things." What your grandchild needs is the care that can replace his parents to the greatest extent. If you shift your attention to the puppet, you may not see anything for a while, and after a long time, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be any unpredictable side effects. The old god was there and handed the list he had just picked up to the woman opposite, "She watched her parents die under the knife of Konoha White Fang, you can try it." ”

"Konoha White Fang ······" Hearing the name that made her lose her loved ones again, the woman gritted her teeth and chewed on the name several times, as if she could make this man who was in pain die if she read it a few more times, "Where is she?" ”

"In the hospital, I specially arranged a private room to facilitate your conversation, and in other words, it is really not easy to escape from the hands of Konoha White Fang."

However, it is precisely because of this that this child was chosen, isn't it?

And in the other corner of the village.

In the plain white room, a girl with long purple hair lay on an elegant bed, the clean bedding wrapped this fragile landscape, and the soft purple was spread out plainly, but neatly and not messy. The delicately carved face makes the luster reflected by the thin light appear very symmetrical.

In the regular exhalation, no one can bear to disturb the rest of this human art.

However, just as a meteor streaked across the night sky, a cold cool breeze blew into the house through the unclosed windows, and walked through the light curtains, all the way in circles. Xu was suddenly cold and unbearable, and finally, the pair of amber bright eyes blinked vaguely, and in the haze, through the confusion, into the eyes, it was a peaceful white.

Then, an accidental "creak" of the window caught her attention.

Also, what is certain is that the whole room is not large, but it seems empty because it is empty.

In the gradually clear line of sight, there is a melancholy deep night. and the window frames that bind it, and the fluttering white curtains.

Then, before she could make any movements, a huge, unstoppable force suddenly exploded in her mind, and the intense pain was painful, as if countless silver needles of different lengths were frantically cutting each of her brain cells over and over again, like a hearty storm, beating mercilessly.

Her uncomfortably open mouth, immature and not too big Sakurakou seems to be torn apart by a strong external force, and her beautiful appearance also shows a terrible hideousness because of the change in her expression.

A moment of effort, but for her it is eternity.

The unbearable pain once again plunged her into a deep coma. Perhaps, this is more of a relief for her.

What no one knows is what this change will mean.

As a reason to excuse the inaccuracy of the weather forecast every time it is inaccurate, a small butterfly flapping its wings can cause a violent hurricane on the other side of the world.

That is, the butterfly effect, in this already planned world, what kind of waves will it have?

Or maybe it's all too far away and isn't what it should be discussed right now.

There is just one thing that has to be admitted.

The boy who once lived in another world will use the body of this girl named Sanzenin Orisaki to live in a world where the law of the jungle eats the jungle in another way.

PS: Then I thought about it carefully or changed it like this, the system really has no idea, as usual, every six months, so what······ Don't slap your face (cover)

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