The sun was unusually warm on this day, and the dense woods rustled with layers of green waves in the breeze.

In the lush forest, all kinds of pleasant birdsong come and go, and the scene full of life leaps in front of you.

Beneath this life, however, lies a very different landscape.

The empty space is full of depth and darkness, as if it is about to swallow up all the light.

And in this darkness, there was a fair-skinned girl standing on the high platform with a drawing board in her hand, looking bored at the bottom of the high platform, her eyes full of disdain.

"Kill a few fugitives, kill two of your own people, even if you are an elite? Ridiculous......"

Ignoring the two particularly frightened eyes behind her, the girl knocked on the drawing board and said:

"Yido, it's a little more difficult, and send the ghost nun too."

"Yakumo-sama ......"

Looking at the root shinobi and the middle ninja who are struggling in pain in the terrifying and treacherous picture of the drawing board, the two special shinobi with beads of sweat on their heads seem to want something.

"What, do you want to play together, too?"

Kurama Yakumo looked back with a smile, but the cold light flickered in his eyes, and the meaning of warning was self-evident.

"Don't dare...... The subordinate was rude......"

The two of them swallowed their saliva, lowered their heads, and couldn't bear to sweep under the dark high platform, the black crowd, like zombies, closed their eyes and remained motionless.

The pale face, the constantly opening and closing of the lips, the frantic rolling of the eyes under the eyelids, and the sweaty body all showed what kind of horror they encountered.

Sorry, kids, you're on your own......

For nearly 20 years, after a short period of chaos at the root training base, the four departments were completely on the right track with the efforts of Zhongrao.

The situation was also much better than Yan Yan expected, and he thought that Teacher Tuan Zang would be furious.

But unexpectedly, Teacher Tuan Zang sent all the oil girl roots and mountain strokes to assist Yan Yan in rectifying the training base, which made the progress speed up a lot.

The two of them transferred all the personnel who excluded Yan Yan to other bases, and there was no chaos during this period, and they did not interfere in the affairs related to the training base at all.

Before leaving, the two left only one sentence.

"Lord Yanyan, Lord Tuanzang, he is ready......"

"Challenge the Lord of the Roots......"

In the conference room of the logistics department, Yan Yan curled the corners of his mouth and looked at the list in his hand.

"Now is not the time to ......"

After the retreat of the scorching heat, all the stubborn root ninjas were evacuated, and only 4 were left in the special upper ninja, and the situation of the medical ninjas was not bad, leaving 12, after all, the healer was benevolent.

The remaining 63 middle ninjas, 197 lower ninjas, and 150 orphans are all under the age of 16.

Although the strength of the training base has been greatly reduced, the mental outlook is different from the past.

Gone are the numbness and apathy, replaced by passion and pride.

The pride of being the root made them persist in the murderous aura of the scorching heat and the terrifying illusion of Kurama Yakumo for more than a dozen days and nights, and still refused to flinch.

Such resilience makes Yan Yan very satisfied.

Because Yan Yan's positioning for them has never been enough to face ordinary ninjas.

The elusive Bai Jue who used the spore clone to become elusive, the Filthy Earth Reincarnation powerhouse who once roamed the entire era, and even the Tailed Beast that split the thousands of armies, will be their future enemies.

Therefore, Yan Yan will never allow the root ninja to lose its combat effectiveness when facing all kinds of strong people in the future!

He's going to make Madara Uchiha can't even jump up!

"Brother, Yakumo's place is over."

Just as Yan Yan was pondering, Sora walked in with a tired face.

"Tut-tut, how are you feeling lately?"

Yan Yan looked up amusedly.

During this time, Sora would have dreamed of dealing with mountains of documents in the logistics department.

"Why, thanks to fragrant phosphorus, I can't help at all in the logistics department."

Sora scratched his cheek a little embarrassed.

There was no complaining in this sentence, on the contrary, the empty tone was full of admiration.

Although the red-haired girl's methods were a little immature, in the case of a shortage of personnel, the entire base was arranged in an orderly manner.

And Sora is always busy and confused, only to find that what he wants to do has already been arranged by Xiang Phosphorus, and he has done it extremely well.

"Xiang Phosphorus, she's really hard ...... these days"

Yan Yan shook his head, remembering the girl's deepening dark circles.

"If you don't have enough manpower, go to Yakumo, some lower shinobi and middle ninja are really not suitable for fighting, so we have to discover their other strengths, and you must also train your own subordinates as soon as possible to get rid of these daily complicated work."

Yan Yan put away the list in his hand and walked out of the logistics department with the air, walking as he went.

"Don't forget what I've done, I expect more from you than just what I need from you."

"I understand, brother!"

When the brothers walked into the training room, the empty field was filled with wheezing and retching after the horror, and the medical department was bringing back some of the people who had passed out to prepare for treatment.

Compared to the first time, these lower ninjas and middle ninjas are making progress at a very fast pace, and fewer and fewer people are being taken away by the medical department.

When Yan Yan walked on the high platform, the roots of the audience seemed to feel something, and they raised their foreheads one after another, looking at Yan Yan with a look full of enthusiasm.

After more than ten days of murderous baptism, there was a trace of blood-red madness suppressed under the eyes of all the roots.

The scorching heat has long passed, and if ordinary people are often hit by violent murderous energy, they will become fools if they don't become crazy.

However, the resilience of the root ninja greatly exceeded his expectations, and everyone suppressed that madness deep in their hearts.

Completely ignoring his increasingly red eyes, he trained desperately.

Because they understand it clearly.

It was Yan Yan who made them no longer live like puppets, it was Yan Yan who kept them from having to face their brothers and fellow soldiers, it was Yan Yan who made them feel that they were a living person, and it was Yan Yan who made them laugh out loud after training.

It was Yan Yan who let them know what they were born for! Why to die!

Now in the training base, there is even a joke that only Yan Yan doesn't know, and the meaning of it is only known to those who have experienced the baptism of murderous aura.

"Listen, Lord Yan Yan is actually a monk!"

This would never have happened at the previous root training base.

However, today's Yan Yan did not release his murderous aura as usual, but sat on the railing with a smile and pointed to the head hanging under the high platform.

"Do you know why I killed him?"

In the empty training room, there was no sound, only the echo of the scorching heat echoed softly.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Yan Yan's voice sounded again, and his tone was full of contempt.

"Because of Ming, there will be an unknown number of sound ninjinas and sand ninjas invading Konoha."

"Buzz!"

The audience began to be agitated.

"What!"

"Is this true?"

"Idiot! This is from Lord Yan Yan himself! ”

"How dare they!"

For a while, there was a sudden discussion, which was absolutely not allowed before, and the root ninja did not have the right to question his superiors.

But Yan Yan doesn't care, human beings progress because of doubts, human beings are brave because of shame, and his subordinates will never allow brainless fools.

"As for the quantity, why is it unknown......"

Yan Yan shrugged his shoulders lazily.

"Because I'm too lazy to check, what's the difference between one garbage and a hundred?"