There is really too much unfairness in this world, and compared to the beasts that eat and are eaten, the human beings, who claim to be the spirits of all things, seem to be not very noble... Even, the relationship between people is more cruel, and the hierarchy is more distinct...

The yellow sand is pervasive, the heavens and the earth are withering, and there is no need to complain, and there is no room for complaining.

- That's right, from the moment they were born in the Land of Wind, children have learned to endure and learn to ask for a little bit of survival from the boundless sand and dust, because fate has been predestined from the beginning, and no one can escape this reality...

One of the five ninja villages.

Bearing such a name, the ancestors of the sand ninja established the current village on this piece of terracotta that even monsters can not endure, let the wind blow away their flesh and blood, but still use the white bones to turn into a wall to protect the descendants, there are always people singing in the middle of the night, every grain of sand in this desert is soaked in the boiling blood of the predecessors...

But this glory, this persistence, was shattered overnight.

Yes, I'm afraid no one will ever forget the symbol imprinted on the cliff again... At least until that family disappears, the ninjas of the Land of Wind will forever lose the courage to speak out about their glorious history, and even if the entire ninja world trembles under that symbol, it will not be able to erase the humiliation that the sand ninja has suffered in the past!

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At the end of the mission, the journey back from the yellow sand that was enough to bury everything was a memory that no one would want to experience again, but the sand ninjas had long been accustomed to it, even if the team in front of them was only three people, and judging from the blurred shadows, they were all children.

"Phew, Bah..."

As if he just wanted to say something, he hesitated for a while but ate a mouthful of dust, and the young man with purple oil paint on his face spit a few mouthfuls of saliva dissatisfiedly, but there was still only a salty bitter taste in his mouth.

"What the hell!"

He cursed in a low voice, and the puppet wrapped in layers of bandages behind his back also made two "crunch" collisions while the boy adjusted his position—if the elders were to see it, it would be inevitable that he didn't handle his weapon properly.

"Shut up Kankuro!" A little earlier, the woman, who was obviously a little taller than the other two, gave the former a merciless lesson, and she moved her neck slightly, and the huge fan behind her shook for a moment. Obviously, the sand in her clothes also made her very uncomfortable, "What's the matter, I'll talk about it when I get back to the village, I'm still on a mission!" ”

Probably because of age or the division of labor in the squad, Kankuro just shrunk his neck and pursed his lips disdainfully, but he didn't say anything more after all.

…

And at this moment, the boy who walked in the front finally spoke in that special and deep voice...

"Shut up!"

The mixture of menace and gore instantly silenced the scene, and a few wisps of floating sand seeped out of the gourd behind him—even in the midst of the yellow sand, the demonic dust was still very conspicuous...

The dialogue has since reached an impasse, and silence has taken over the entire movement.

…

"Whew..."

The wind was howling, and the scenery of the Land of the Wind had always been so desolate, and after peeling back the dust, a towering ray of sky finally appeared in the team's field of vision.

…

And, of course, the more conspicuous Thousand-Hand Clan Emblem!

If it weren't for the protection of these sandstorms, the medal of shame would probably be more conspicuous, right?

Thick dark circles covered the boy's eyes, and when my gaze touched all of them, it became sharper - the pain that seemed like skin did not come from the love of the village... On the contrary, all this symbolizes his deepest and most direct disgust...

For a moment, one might wonder why such a teenager was so hostile to his village, but soon the focus of observation was replaced by the rarer traveler who had emerged from the dust.

The black tight-fitting combat suit is the main part, while the silver-white waistcoat and the mole mask that completely obscures his face add to his mystery... As for the knife on the back, it always gives people the illusion of an ornament.

…

Walking slowly, the traveler first looked at the cliffs around him, and then finally locked his eyes on the three imps in front of him.

"Are you the ninjas of the Sand Ninja Village?"

His tone was flat, and he couldn't hear any dissatisfaction or other emotions, and he waited for the three of them to turn around before he continued to speak.

"I'm a messenger from Konoha."