Carrying the family's heirloom weapon "Black Moon", after a three-day journey in the future, he finally came to Liuyun Gorge, the rear army garrison of the Thousand Hands Clan. Liuyun Gorge is located in the northeastern part of the Fire Country, and directly north of it is the battlefield of this great war, the Cloud Forest.

Liuyun Gorge is a long and narrow terrain, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, making it ideal for hiding tracks. This kind of terrain is very rare in the land of fire, which is located in a hilly area.

"The appeal of the Thousand Hands Clan is really strong!" As far as the eye can see from the future, there are armed men in various types of armor, including ninjas and samurai. These armed forces, some of them are wandering ninjas, and some of them are members of small families in decline like Mirai, and they are here in the hope of getting what they want in this war. Money, ninjutsu, fame, and more. For this, they accepted the battle agreement of the Thousand Hands, promising to fight for the interests of the Thousand Hands in this war, and the Thousand Hands were to be paid accordingly.

In the future, following the flow of people, under the guidance of the Thousand Hands Clan, he came to a camp set up by the Thousand Hands Clan near Liuyun Gorge.

After registering his name at the gate of the camp and receiving a number plate, he was temporarily settled in a tent in the camp under the arrangement of the Thousand Hands Clan.

The night at the camp was quiet, nothing unexpected happened, and the people in the future were resting in their respective tents. According to the previous Thousand Hands Clan, tomorrow the camp will arrange the specific whereabouts of the personnel.

Early the next morning, under the guidance of the Thousand Hands Clan, Future gathered at the martial arts arena on time, and waited quietly for orders after standing still.

As time passed, the ninjas in the camp came to the martial arts arena one after another.

Everyone in the arena was dressed in strong armor and fully armed, but the armor came in a variety of styles, and the whole team looked like a colorful rag, or a tattered kind. Mirai also wore a black one-piece armor today, which Kazuo Yamamoto carefully prepared for the future. Compared to this kind of samurai armor, the future is more keen on the tactical vest-like dress of the five ninja villages in the future. The samurai armor has a high defensive power, but his weight and hard material limit the agility of the ninja to a certain extent, and he secretly thinks about when he will get a set to wear it himself.

At this moment, a ninja of the Thousand Hands Clan appeared in front of everyone with a form, and his voice said to everyone in the field through the amplification of Chakra, "All of you are well! I'm the Shinobi of the Thousand Hands Clan, the Thousand Hands Well, and I'm now starting to announce the personnel arrangements. Please list those whose names are read. ”

"Matsubara wept, Sakurai Taidou...... The above thirty people are the first squadron. ”

"Next ......"

With the announcement of the Thousand Hands Well, the people in the field began to assemble in a unit of thirty people.

“…… Mirai Yamamoto, the above thirty people are the seventh squadron. Above! ”

"All assemble as squadron units, please!"

After hearing this, Future walked out of the crowd and walked to the assembly site of the 7th Squadron to stand by.

……

"Hey, little ghost!"

Just as he was waiting in the future, a call came. Turning his head to look at the source of the voice, about a meter away from him, a middle-aged man in gray armor was looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Is there anything wrong?" Future asked suspiciously, this person he had never seen before.

"Are you the only one?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Hmm." Future nodded.

At this time, a monk walked out from behind the middle-aged man, bowed to the future and said, "My name is Xuankong, I am from the Temple of Fire, and he is ......."

"I don't need you to say it, I'll introduce it myself," the middle-aged man interrupted Monk Xuankong's words, cleared his throat, and said, "My name is Sasaki Miyajin, a man whose goal is to travel the world, with a cheerful temperament, jealousy and hatred, and a good man known to everyone!" After finishing speaking, he deliberately glanced at a few female ninjas of the Thousand Hands clan not far away.

Monk Xuankong awkwardly replied to the masters who cast their gazes around him.

The future looked at the middle-aged man who was wandering in front of him with black lines.

"Are you Mirai Yamamoto?" After the Xuankong monk got rid of the crowd around him, he asked the future kindly.

"Yes." The future responds quietly.

"We have no ill will. That's right, there's something we want to discuss with you," Monk Xuankong was full of kindness, "The ninja squad is based on three people, but we only have two people at the moment, so we still need a teammate, I don't know if you want to join." ”

Future is a little surprised that someone actually invited him to form a team, which is a rare thing.

"Why me?" The future is confused.

"This ......" Monk Xuankong and Sasaki Miyajin glanced at each other, and then Sasaki Miyajin changed his prodigal form and said solemnly, "I naturally have some extraordinary feelings for chakra. I see a unique chakra in you, and I believe that you are not a mediocre person with a special chakra. ”

"Chakra perception?" The future is a little surprising, perceptual characters are very popular at any time, especially in this era of war.

"Well, sort of. How about joining? Sasaki asked again.

"Okay, I'll join." There is no hesitation in the future, there is a complete difference between having teammates on the battlefield and not having teammates.

"Welcome!"

Just as the three of them formed an alliance in the future, a group of ninjas of the Thousand Hand Clan came in front of the seventh squadron.

"Please note!" A crisp voice focused everyone's attention.

The person who came was ten ninjas of the Thousand Hands Clan, nine men and one woman, and it was one of the girls who spoke. The girl has a delicate appearance, a round face, big eyes, and looks a little cute.

After seeing everyone's eyes focused, the girl nodded with satisfaction, and then turned her gaze to a middle-aged uncle beside her.

The middle-aged uncle took a few steps forward and said solemnly, "All of you are well! I was the captain of the 7th Squadron, and I was a thousand hands shigema. Thank you for your support, and I hope that you will be able to work together and become a trusted partner in the future. ”

"We're going to start our mission at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and then we're going to disband in place."

As soon as the thousand hands were finished, the future and the others dispersed in twos and threes.

After glancing at Senju Shigema and the others who were leaving, Mirai turned to the two teammates and said, "I'll go first, I'll see you tomorrow." ”

"Hmm." "Okay."

After saying hello to his two teammates, Mirai walked to his resting place.

Looking at the back of the future leaving, Sasaki Miyajin suddenly said, "The 'Black Moon' on his back should be on his back, right?" The questioning statement is an affirmative tone.

"The black hilt, the swastika-shaped sword, is the knife." Monk Xuankong said softly.

"Alas, he reminds me of Keiichi Yamamoto."

……

Future returned to his tent and then summoned the system. Just as the team assignment was announced, the system's prompt suddenly sounded.

"Subsystem Opens - History of War, choose a faction and support your faction to defeat the enemy faction. War Points will be awarded for completing Faction Missions and killing enemy Faction Fighters. War Points can be redeemed in the Marketplace (only available when the subsystem is enabled). ”

"Ding! The faction has been selected as the Thousand Hands faction and cannot be changed. ”

Looking at the information that appeared in front of him, the future sighed in his heart, this is the rhythm of the game.

The next day, the future came to the meeting place on time. Under the leadership of a thousand hands, the 7th Squadron set out in time and rushed to the battlefield.