Chapter Seventy-Three: The Funeral
In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was still dark, the two brothers of Cold Wind were violently screamed by the moonlight star.
"Dad, it's still early for school."
Hanfeng looked at the time, and it was only a little after five o'clock, and he suddenly collapsed.
After the cold wind promoted the chakra refining technique to perfection last night, he refined the chakra for half an hour, and then practiced the physical activation forbidden technique, using the chakra to stimulate the activity of muscle cells, and the stimulation process was strict on the microscopic control of the chakra, so the spirit of the cold wind has been highly tense, and by eleven o'clock in the evening, his spiritual will was finally overwhelmed and he fell asleep tired!
"It's not going to school."
Moonlight Hoshino was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, and solemnly handed over two clothes of the same color and style but smaller models, and said in a condensed voice, "Cold wind, strong wind, hurry up!" ”
"Okay."
Although Hanfeng didn't know what was happening, it seemed to be a big deal, and he didn't dare to hide it, so he took his clothes and put them on.
The wind squinted the whole time, dressed and washed in a daze as if sleepwalking, and when he woke up, the person was already outside, with a rice ball in his hand.
"Brother, where am I?"
Hurricane stuffed the rice balls into his mouth and chewed, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the dozens of people in front of him with some curiosity, "What are you all going to do so early?" ”
"Go to the ...... Funeral! ”
The cold wind whispered.
At this time, at the door of Hanfeng's house, a group of moonlight people dressed in black had gathered, about fifty or sixty people, men, women and children, including Moonlight Inoue, Moonlight Panasonic, and Moonlight Liangfeng and others, all with sad faces.
The cold wind is not stupid, you don't have to guess what you are going to do.
"Let's go."
Moonlight Hoshino sighed, and walked towards the martyr's cemetery in Konoha first, and the rest of the Moonlight clan followed him and left in a mighty way.
The cold wind and the wind followed Meeko and walked behind, the atmosphere was very depressing, and there was no desire to speak with the cold wind and the wind.
By half-past six, the group finally walked to the Martyrs' Cemetery, at this time, the three generations of Hokage Ape Tobi Hichi, Zhuan Koharu, Mito Menyan, and even Shimura Danzou had already arrived in the Martyrs' Cemetery, surrounded by several dark men wearing white masks, as well as the Uchiha who maintained order, and the remains of one hundred and thirty-two ninja were lying peacefully in the open coffin for their relatives to make their final condolences.
The cold wind followed the crowd, first mourning for the sacrificed, then lining up to offer flowers to the deceased, and finally standing aside and quietly waiting for the time of burial.
Of course, Han Feng's eyes were not idle, he looked around, and there were almost a thousand people who came to mourn, and they were saying their final goodbyes to their relatives at this time, and many of them were kneeling on the ground and crying.
Then, the cold wind's gaze naturally fell on the ape flying sun.
This thin man was wearing a Hokage robe, his waist was straight, and he had black hair, no wrinkles, no age spots, his eyes were like electricity, and there was a faint anger in his sadness, and there was no trace of aging.
And standing next to him, Koharu and Mito Menyan...... The cold wind passed directly.
Then the cold wind set his eyes on Shimura Danzo.
The position where Tuan Zang was standing was close to the back of the ape flying and slashing a position, and his whole body exuded a yin owl aura, which made people's hearts beat.
At this time, Tuan Zang was bowing his head in silent mourning, but he clasped his hands to his chest, giving people an indescribable sense of strength.
Han Feng's gaze fell on the bandage that wound his right eye on Tuan Zang's head, guessing that he should have transplanted the writing wheel eye at this time, as for his right hand, which had not yet been wrapped in the bandage, the hand was still his own hand.
The cold wind didn't dare to look more, and shifted his gaze to the others.
Well?
Orochimaru?!
Caught off guard, the cold wind's heart was beating like a drum, and he was about to look away, when the big snake pill over there seemed to sense the cold wind's peeping, and the pair of golden vertical pupils had already glanced at this side.
As soon as the two looked at each other, Hanfeng's heart beat faster, but Orochimaru seemed to have forgotten about him as a little person, and withdrew his gaze after just a glance.
Hanfeng swallowed his saliva, continued to look, and saw Yamanaka Haiichi, Akido Dingza, and Nara Shikaku standing together, because there were no people from the three major families among the ninjas who died, so for this funeral, the Pig Deer Butterfly family sent these three representative figures.
Then Hanfeng saw the representatives of the Oil Girl clan and the Inuzuka clan again, and then looked back, Hanfeng's eyelids jumped.
A touch of gold and a touch of red suddenly hit his pupils.
Wave Wind Water Gate and Whirlpool Kushina?!
As soon as the cold wind breathed, he subconsciously wanted to throw two collection techniques over.
But after thinking about it, at such a long distance, let's not talk about whether he can collect it, even if he can, if he collects it and throws it, then he will not regret dying.
Bo Feng Shuimen's Spiral Pill, Immortal Mode, Flying Thunder God, and Jiu Xinnai's various powerful perverted sealing techniques, these are all unattainable, and you have to lick everything you say before you go to collect it fiercely!
As for how to contact them, Han Feng didn't have any idea for a long time, so he could only wait and see what happened.
About half an hour later, the atmosphere at the scene gradually calmed down, so Ape Fei Ri slowly walked in front of everyone and announced his burial.
The tombstone of each of the fallen ninjas has been prepared, and in addition to recording the life of the deceased, there are also glorious deeds of sacrifice for the village.
Under the reluctant gaze of the cold wind, one hundred and thirty-two coffins were buried in the ground.
Then, Ape Fei Ri Slash made another speech about the Will of Fire, emphasizing that the sacrificed companions will not be sacrificed in vain, their Will of Fire will definitely be inherited and never extinguished, and then expressed their revenge, the village will definitely take revenge, and it will definitely make the Sand Hidden Village pay a painful price!
Hanfeng stood in the crowd and watched Ape Fei Ri's speech, telling the truth was indeed boiled by his blood, one moment he wanted to burn himself directly and illuminate others, and the other time he couldn't wait to go to the front line in the next second, killing sand ninja to avenge his companions.
But fortunately, Hanfeng is a strong-willed person, constantly repeating his dreams in his heart, and finally suppressing the restlessness in his heart.
"Brother, I'm so hungry."
The little brother standing next to the cold wind suddenly pulled his hand and whispered rather pitifully.
The two brothers ate a rice ball when they went out, and then walked for more than an hour, and then stood for another two hours, and the wind was already so hungry that his chest was close to his back.
The cold wind couldn't help it, and said in a low voice: "Bear with it any longer, it will be over soon." ”
"Oh."
The wind saw that the old brother had no choice but to hold on.
The speech of the three generations of Hokage lasted for about an hour and a half, and it finally ended when the little brother was so hungry that his eyes were full of stars.
The wind wept.
"I'm home."
Megumi Keiko saw the appearance of the wind and said with relief, "Wind, don't be too sad, uncles and uncles in the sky must not want to see everyone crying and mourning." ”
"Aunt Mebeko, it's not like this, that, that......"
Tempest's face turned red, and he didn't know how to speak.
"Mom, go home quickly, I'm starving." Hanfeng whispered beside him.
Megumi was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the blushing expression on the wind face, and suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but stare at the cold wind fiercely.
Han Feng looked innocent: Blame me?