Sleep!

It's like staying up late every day because of interesting things, and only compromising to sleep when you reach the limit of confusion and can't control it.

So.

He's at his limit!

Both physically and mentally.

The flames that were close at hand, disturbed by the drizzle, gradually began to extinguish, the accompanying warmth gradually disappeared, the coldness of nature gradually replaced, in short, the body became colder, and in this case, I approached the abyss of death.

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Don't!

Sleeping like this, sleeping with the corpse of an old man who looks like he has fallen to the ground, or even died, was impossible from the beginning!

It's clear that there is no strength to move, and it's already a miracle that you've reached the real limit and want to lie down, and it's already a miracle that you're still standing.

But.

In such a situation, he is still demanding of his own body, and he is still strict with himself to the end.

Get moving!

Going farther is not seeking freedom, but simply thinking that you have not reached the limit and proving yourself?

This may be the broad purpose.

To leave!

Leaving the worthless corpse in front of you, especially an old man, needs to be minded.

In short, this is the real short-term purpose.

It can be done!

It's very difficult!

Sliding feet, slipping on the wet soil, such a self, such a self, is barely looking for a place that is not soaked by the rain enough to carry his body, but can't do it!

The reason why the signs of movement are like [sliding] is not because the body uses force, nor is it because the consciousness can exert force out of thin air.

But.

At the top of the slope.

Mudslide? Like a disaster that always occurs on a rainy day, the soft mud layer moves involuntarily in the windy weather, and then takes the opportunity to take a sly hitchhiker.

The weak winter night had no reason or ability to refuse, and then collapsed, and the last strength of the body was lost, and it was moved like garbage in the manner of a river.

Then, perhaps, somewhere, in a shallow, because it is controlled by rocks, branches, or something like that.

And all this is no longer something that Winter Night can predict and interfere with.

I said it.

I obviously said that I wouldn't fall asleep, and when I found something that I could not get too wet in the rain and wind, I might suffer from a cold or something like that afterwards.

However, the reality is that no one can resist the arrival of the god of sleep, and no, just thinking that they can resist is an arrogant idea in any definable direction.

So.

Under what conditions, where to go back in the muddy winter night in the mountains, and what kind of treatment will be suffered, all this, this night, this long night, still no one knows.

After all, after this night, is he alive or dead? Whether or not it still exists in the world is an important proposition in itself.

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He's not gifted, he's just a madman, but again, he's not a madman who yearns for death at all costs.

He longs to be alive, and that alone is already difficult for him, so he always tries to do his best.

Outcome.

He survived.

Under a certain pile of rocks, a shelter made of natural rocks, where a barely rainy night was spent on a winter night.

In fact, maybe if you hadn't slept with your back against a hard stone and woke up without your head hitting the rock, really, Winter Night thought it would all be better.

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Between the mountains in the distance, the fiery red color bloomed, the mountains, the sky, a layer of glow rippled, and the scorching, glowing fireball rose as usual.

"Hahahahaha

Laughing in his throat, in fact he didn't laugh, at least not with that joyful expression, rather, he didn't have the physical strength to laugh at such a long voice.

So, is this a fantasy? Or is it a dream that I didn't wake up from last night or even now?

Winter Night itself is a little confused.

In a word.

The long night is over, and the sun is rising.

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He walked forward, very slowly, it was strange for a seriously injured teenager to be able to stand and walk, and at this time, he also wanted to be generous with the fact that he had been lying on the hospital bed for days and nights.

In the process of walking, I came to an open place. The rain had stopped, the time was uncertain, and it was just a normal sunny day, and there was nothing that could not be seen.

Look up. The so-called sky is still so blue. The so-called clouds are still white, although neither can be changed.

Gollum~Goo~

Not...... I knew it. Winter Night muttered to himself in his heart, and he vaguely felt it from just now.

Hungry.

Now that I think about it, I haven't eaten anything since noon yesterday.

In fact, I am getting thirstier and thirstier.

I was tired and sweated a lot just by fighting, and the so-called water source did not mean the rain that fell from the sky, let alone the extent that it could be absorbed by direct contact with the skin.

So.

I should have lost and lacked a lot of water.

Winter Night cautiously checked whether there was any water on the way here.

However, so far it has not been seen.

In the desolate, boring and even unplanted mountains, there is no water, but the urge to try to catch prey (not to mention whether he has the spare time to hunt) and eat to the fullest is curbed by the winter night.

Immediately after the monster threat is completely solved, the problems that arise arise are water and food.

The situation changed when he finally escaped from the old man of Uchiha, and the danger left after the battle with him changed, and this time there was a simple but serious problem.

"Anyway, let's move forward first......"

There may be a place where rainwater is stored, or something that can be used as food, but due to its own conditions, winter nights are not too rigid and too tight.

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I'm so hungry! No, compared to that...... More seriously, dry mouth.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The body and spirit are gradually worn out.

Even so, I had to tense my nerves so that I could run away at any time? No, be prepared to commit suicide at any time, although it is well known that biting your tongue will not make you die, so it is important to think carefully about how to commit suicide.

Winter Night's caution is not without reason, his target is the lost Hinata Yuki and Mitarai, but they are in a state of being hunted down, because they don't know when Iwa Shinobi will come out, so they must be vigilant at all times.

Walk.

Is there anything to eat?

Walked and walked.

Nothing.

Forward, forward, forward.

There really is nothing.

Rock. Rocks, rocks. Rocks, rocks, rocks. Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks. Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks.

The semantics are saturated, and the glyphs become more and more strange.

What is a rock? Mountains and rocks make up rocks? What? Mountain? What is that?

This is underground...... That's not a mountain, is it......

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The spirit is becoming more and more abnormal.

Extreme fasting. Extreme thirst. What a painful feeling!

Now I can't even meet rabbits. If I encounter it, kill it!

Regardless of what women may care, it has cute characteristics.

Grain. Meat. Anything is good. Mitarai, Hinata Yuki, in short, give me food first!

I don't know when I started standing still.

What to do? Do you have to rely on memory, no, there is no accurate memory, because it is a passive movement situation, in short, you want to go back to the area where you fought? Back to the empty place where there was only the corpse of an old man?

Or, the place where the eight Iwa Shinobi and Fujimura Yota were disposed of earlier, there was water there, and there were corpses that could be searched, so it must be brought with you, Bing Ryo Pills.

Soldier food pills or something, at that time at noon before, Winter Night also didn't come into contact, after all, it wasn't a very delicious taste, so Winter Night occasionally refused to eat it, but now it's not a matter of taste.

Would you like to go over and have a look? No - it is dangerous to run into an enemy in such a state of hunger.

It may not be too late to escape.

Although he said suicide, there is no reason to dedicate this life, which he managed to survive.

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The strength can't come out. I was really weak. It feels like my head is getting hollower and hollower.

"Giggle...... Heh, hahahaha......"

Dry laughter. I'm talking dry and laughing is dry, and rightfully so.

It should be said that the self who can still laugh in this situation is actually full of funny.

I stood up on my tired legs.

Let's take a look! Anyway, the feet can still move, although it will be very slow.

Either way, wherever you go, you can get there. That's all I can do. If you try your best and you can't do it, there's nothing you can do.