At the height of the war with Konoha, Uehara was captured by Kakuto and was absent from an important battle, which was an experience he felt ashamed of, and now, everyone said that they would die together, and he was shamefully absent. Damn the problem in my lower back again, the pain in my lower back made my whole body stiffen, and I slowly lost consciousness.

"Bastard......" The pain almost made Uehara faint, and he grabbed the sand with his hands unfreely, and he had already scratched the sand out of a large hole.

Fumbling around and taking out the scroll, most of the medical equipment and potions were all in Han's, and there was nothing left on Uehara's body.

Fortunately, there are still anesthetics, tranquilizers, anesthetics, and the arm is not used much, Uehara gritted his teeth and gave himself an injection, and after a long time, he finally had the strength to get up.

The black sand iron has changed at some point, turning into yellow sand, which is purer than the desert and the color is also a purer yellow-brown. The sand and iron were gone, but the air was still dirty, the view was still restricted, and the yellow sand formed one yellow-brown wall after another, and Uehara felt a bit like walking inside a dry riverbed.

"Hunting!" Uehara leaned over and leaned against the sand wall and shouted, but no one responded, "Kazega! He called out again, but no one answered.

The sight is obscured to such an extent, Han Ke has no white eyes, and no matter how miserable he dies, he probably won't be able to see it.

Uehara snorted and laughed self-deprecatingly, laughing cruelly, "I'm here, I've killed everyone......"

There was no time for Uehara to complain and blame himself, his ears fluttered, and his hearing, which was not very good after several injuries, actually heard the sound of battle.

Hurriedly put his ear to the sand wall to listen, and after that, Uehara's face did not show nervousness and solemnity as usual in battle, but a strange smile.

"Lao Tzu is here! Wait for me! Die together ......"

A punch pierced through the wall of sand, clamoring to join the fight, but the warm blood blurred Uehara's eyes.

There was a lot of blood, staining the sand red, and Uehara couldn't even understand how the blood that flowed out of the stupid people who only had a dozen rock ninja could stain the entire battlefield with blood.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ben missed an important battle again...... "Really, didn't you say that you won't cry again, Uehara wiped his tears fiercely, wanting to see more clearly, but the tears just became more and more, more and more blurry.

A corpse that seemed to have burst all the blood vessels and all the blood flowed out smashed on Uehara's body, without a head, and even the ninja suit on his body became rags, and he couldn't tell whether it was Fengjia or a frog.

A circle of sand walls, much higher than the others, seemed to enclose a gladiatorial arena-like place, and there were shurikens everywhere, so much so that after being reflected by the sun's rays, Uehara's eyes were gorgeous.

The nearest was the earth prison, where he was nailed to the sand wall by an iron drill, which was exactly the same as the one in Han's abdomen, and the exploding iron drill was brought out with the internal organs and flowed all over the ground.

If the earth prison died like this, it should have died in an instant, and there should be no pain, Uehara thought inexplicably.

Half of their bodies were stuck in the sand, and they were pierced by a pillar of sand, and they didn't know who was going to pull them away at the last moment, and the two of them were still holding their hands together, and their big eyes were not half bright.

Farther away, there is the earth, and farther away, there are dense sand ninjas wearing gray ninja suits and bandanas to protect against the wind and sand, which look like boundless sand ninjas.

"Wind Escape—Wind Blade!"

"Wind Escape—Wind Blade!"

The whine of the wind blade cutting through the air woke Uehara, and countless transparent circular shuriken could only catch a trace of trajectory, overwhelmingly attacking, Uehara looked up, this was like a frightened flock of pigeons.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ......" apologized silently, and Uehara's mood sank. Only on the arm of the guy who hunted had a very eye-catching tattoo, but where did the others go, leaving only a broken arm that exposed the miserable white stubble, which was accidentally stepped on by Uehara.

“1。” Uehara thought silently, and he took out the scroll.

“2。” With a bang, he took out the heavy explosive knife, which was too heavy for the sick Shangyuan, so he carried the knife on his shoulder, and his eyes were full of eyes that regarded Sha Ren as garbage, much like a street ruffian.

“3！” His eyes instantly turned cold, and Uehara rushed out with a roar.

The injury to the waist can not be cured by two injections of tranquilizers and anesthetics, Uehara's estimate is too optimistic, and there is a clear sound of rattling, and his body is still leaning forward and leaping in the air, and the next one he threw himself to the ground, and even the blaster was thrown to the ground.

The dense combination of the wind blade of the sand ninja was very strange and was all dodged like this, the sand wall behind Uehara was all slag, not far from the back of his feet and the front of his head, the shallow pit hit by the wind blade was still there, and the sound of puff puff was almost in his ears, and Uehara was almost buried alive by the splashed sand, but Uehara was stunned that nothing happened.

Uehara struggled to get up.

The target was still alive, Sha Ren was stunned for a moment, and the next moment invariably broke out into laughter.

Uehara couldn't see his own appearance, and in order to straighten up, he couldn't support himself with his arm that looked like he had fallen, and it took him a long time to hold his head on the sand before he succeeded. With his head on the sand and his waist bowed, the way he looked, combined with the blaster knife that fell in his hand, looked like he was kneeling and begging for surrender.

"The red sand stained with blood is the will of our red sand. Three generations of Wind Shadow in Sand Hidden Village, accept your surrender. You can stop the imps. ”

This damn waist, how can it always be a mistake, Uehara was dealing with the three generations of wind shadows, while silently accumulating strength, he just stared at the feet suspended in the air on the sand iron in front of him, and he didn't even have the movement to look up.

"Three generations of Kazekage, you seem to have made a mistake," Uehara grabbed a handful of sand, "I'm not kneeling down and begging for mercy, but Lao Tzu ......"

"Fucking out of energy!"

"Die! I don't care about you! ”

"Red fucking sand!"

"The weakest sand ninja, trash!"

Uehara thought he was going to fight back, but after he suddenly attacked and pounced on the three generations of Kazekage and pulled him down by the legs, the wide exploding knife with a wide blade slashed and slapped in a row, and scolded in the language he was most familiar with and the coolest to scold, and there was an explosive excitement on Uehara's face.

This excitement didn't last long, and the three generations of Kazekage, who had been slashed by Uehara a dozen times, turned into sand.

With the howl of the wind, it seemed that there was another sandstorm, and the sand spun up like a whirlpool in the center, and Uehara, who was obsessed with sand and dust, couldn't open his eyes.

The sandstorm was fleeting, and the sight returned to clarity, and the sand ninja was gone, and the blood-stained sand on the ground was gone, as were the bodies of his companions.

The atmosphere was very strange, and Uehara hadn't eased up for a while.

"Uehara!"

Someone was calling for himself behind him, and Uehara immediately turned back.

"Hunting, how, you...... Aren't you ......"

He didn't seem to be injured in any way, and Kari rushed over with excitement on his face.

"Uehara, come with me! Our support forces are coming! ”

has been supported by willpower, and when he heard the news of being saved, Uehara almost fainted directly.

"Hahahaha, I'll just say, what I saw must be fake, how can everyone die without waiting for me to arrive......"

Excitement replaced everything, not only the news of the arrival of reinforcements, but also the news that his companions had not had an accident, which made Uehara even happier.

It's just that he relaxed his vigilance, and Uehara didn't find the anomaly that should have been discovered long ago. If you want to come and support yourself, you should go to the side, not turn to the back.

The excited expression was still on his face, and a tingling pain in his waist made Uehara stunned, and he turned his head with difficulty, only to see a face full of tears.

"Right...... I'm sorry Uehara! Wow, he threw away the blood-stained shuriken and sat on the ground crying like a child, sobbing uncontrollably, "Teacher Han has been arrested, and so is Mayi, they said that if I don't kill you...... If you don't kill Uehara, you're ...... They will, they will ......"

"Poof." Looking at the blood on his hand, Uehara sneered and laughed, "Although I am very angry, I have nothing to do with this world, and it is most appropriate for Uncle Ben to die." ”

Uehara threw down the blast knife and took out the kunai, "At such a close distance, it's very easy for me to kill you, I can't do this in the future, since I have made any decisions, I must stick to it." ”

"So what about Akari," Uehara winked at Asakari, still smiling, his eyes were pure, and there was no other emotion, "you idiot has never used a shuriken very well, and you deviate too far from the point, so there is no need to live in guilt in the future." ”

"Uncle Ben, but I committed suicide, it has nothing to do with you, I want to go home!"

"Uehara!! Uehara!! Ah———!!h Ah——!!h Uehara, who had pierced the temple with kunai, fell in front of him, beating his head in pain.

……

Sha Shinobi's bastard is too good at playing, Uehara has died too many times, one illusion after another, getting rid of one heavy and one heavy, making Uehara wonder if he has been read by the infinite moon for a while.

"Is it Han's Writing Wheel?? The kaleidoscope has awakened?! ”

He made a terrible guess.

Han didn't wake up the kaleidoscope, he was being restrained by a monster like a tanuki, if Uehara could have observed more carefully instead of relying only on his brain, he turned around and not far away was where Han was.

All of them, Hunter, Kazuga, Hell, all their companions, they were all in a powerful illusion of torturing the mind and perceiving deception and hypnosis, and at the moment, Uehara was the first to get rid of it.

"Damn, I'm playing tricks again!" The feeling of being attacked is too real, and the feeling of suicide is also in a trance, and Uehara can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality at all.

He scolded and walked towards the place where Han wrestled with Ichi-Tail Crane.