Mizuki stared at the dark-skinned boy.

The map in his hand was silently rolled up and put back into the sealing space of his left arm.

"I ...... A friend ...... "The boy fell to the ground and was paralyzed, and the blood from his mouth and chest was dripping freely, even exaggerated."

In the spring meadow, the green and tender grass leaves are polluted with blood, and the red is strangely red.

The boy said intermittently, "She...... It's called Sally...... Since his father's generation, he has been wandering and migrating in the Great Desert of the Land of Winds...... Never stopped the journey...... Ahem...... Her mother's name is Sarah...... It was ......"

"Queen Loulan." Mizuki answered.

"Right...... Queen...... Scold...... Speaking of which...... I used to be a little prince...... "The young man's mind drifted away, and he suddenly remembered something hateful, and roared viciously with blood on his mouth, "Kill him!" Help me kill him! Kill Orochimaru! Kill him! ”

Mizuki's heart sank.

The wind rose again, blowing and swaying the weeds, and the grass that was close together made a soft rustling sound.

The young man's face was hideous, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was wide open, revealing his blood-stained teeth.

He didn't say a word more.

Scarlet eyes drifted.

The chakra on the neck was scattered, and the carotid artery wound, which had been severed by a crisp knife, was exposed to the air.

Blood gushes like a fountain.

The deep blue glow of Mizuki's fingertips faded.

He bent down.

patted the young man's young but childish face with his hand.

"Hey, you haven't told Loulan's address yet." Mizuki continued to stare at the boy, expressionless.

A child, about fifteen years old, who did not know the name and surname of the child, died at my hands.

His story must be better than mine.

More tragic than me.

More painful than me.

But there is no right or wrong way to kill.

Mizuki's arm flexed, and a trembling hand was stretched out.

The breeze blew the blood-smelling air into the distance.

The grasslands that have grown for thousands of years have buried the bones of unknown geometrics, including humans, cattle and sheep, jackals, and birds.

The sound of the horn of death came from far to near, and then passed through a life staring at history, drifting from near and far.

The boundaries between countries have been disrupted and reorganized again and again by one war of interests, and on the grassland of Kawanokuni, a lone wolf lurks in the grass on the edge.

The wolf lurks in the shadows with a human nature.

It forbears, its sharp fangs silently open.

Its green beast eyes silently looked at another country less than a hundred meters away.

The Land of Fire.

A land of fire surrounded by forests.

Rain has been enveloping the country for two days and two nights.

The wolf had also been hiding here for two days and two nights without eating or drinking.

The gloomy weather is like an endless scroll of ink paintings, rolling from one side of the sky to the other.

"Kill me."

A childish call sounded faintly in the gloom.

"Kill me."

The voice was full of despair, like a prisoner who had been struggling for a long time, no longer able to struggle, and could only cry out for death to come sooner.

"Kill me."

A seven-year-old child was leaning on a large tree, unable to move.

His kappa-like body was as short as a kappa, and there was an indescribable weirdness and lifelessness.

The boy whimpered sadly, tears streaming out of his eyes, and not even the rain could blur his tears.

A tall, thin teenager didn't know when he appeared next to the child.

The child looked at the boy with teary eyes.

"Kill me." The child kept pleading.

The gray hair on the boy's head was drenched in the rain, and the two red dots on each of the eyebrows, which had no eyebrows, were hidden by the drenched hair.

"But you're dead, Kenta." Step by step, the boy walked up to the child.

"Then why do you want me to come back to life?" The child asked sadly.

The young man said lightly: "Because adults need you." ”

"I don't want it, I don't want that adult's need!" The kappa-like child shouted, and with tears in his eyes, he glared fiercely at the tall, thin boy with a sickly pale face.

The young man's paralyzed face was extremely handsome, and after being glared at by the child, he couldn't help but pause.

Unfortunately, this pause was only a second or two, and the kid couldn't stop the young man without eyebrows.

"It's useless," the young man said softly as he walked up to the child, with a look of indifference to life and death, "no one can make me forget adults, even you with special abilities." ”

As the boy spoke, he coughed violently, and he covered his mouth with his hand, a handful of blood sticking to his hand.

"It won't be long." A trace of regret flashed across the young man's indifferent face.

"Come back with me. You are very special, every rebirth consumes your own soul, which has something in common with the adult's immortal reincarnation technique, you are very useful, I really envy you," the white-haired boy touched the child's head with his other hand that was not tainted by blood, and then pulled out a kunai with a charm from the back of the child's neck, "Don't run around in the future, maybe next time, I won't find you, Kenta." ”

The child regained his physical freedom, he raised his hands, waved his left hand, turned his head to look, and his right hand waved, and turned his head to look again.

"But I want to go see Naruto, I want to see Shikamaru, I want to see them......" The child looked up, tears in his eyes, not a trace of warm tears.

"Naruto? Naruto Uzumaki? The white-haired young man asked in a young voice.

"Well," the child nodded, and said in a mournful voice, "I've been looking for a long time, but I'm lost, and I can't find them." ”

"Okay."

The white-haired boy gently picked up the child, and then turned his hand to carry the child's weightless body, which was as light as paper.

"I know where that man is, I'll take you to see him and go back." The boy promised.

"Really?"

"Really."

The teenager affirmed.

For 12 years, the boy did not make a promise easily.

"Okay, look at Naruto, hey, hey......" the kid giggled.

There was a hint of the child's husky laughter.

He was happy.

As soon as he was happy, all the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

The rain that had surrounded the Fire Nation for two days and two nights finally stopped.

A blazing ray of sunlight suddenly pierced through the black clouds.

The sun sticks its head out.

The golden light shone on the child's grinning face.

"Hurry up, Jun Maro, let's go see Naruto!" Kenta shouted happily.

The white-haired boy trembled his thin lips slightly, and a smile that was imperceptible to ordinary people flashed.

Before leaving, the young man turned his head to look at the grass not far away, and reached out and threw out a large sealing scroll.

"This is the reward for finding Kenta, a hundred genetic enhancers, ten minutes of medicinal effect." The boy said indifferently.

The hungry wolf, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly jumped out, opened its mouth to bite the scroll, and roared cautiously and madly.

The white-haired boy tapped his toes on the ground and led a child towards a half-destroyed ninja village.

On the border between the land of fire and the country of rivers, a lone wolf bites a scroll and roars.

The whining hiss passed through the wind and clouds, over the earth, and across the sea of grass.

The high-pitched howl of the wolf echoed violently.

The country of Kawanokuni is not a big steppe.

A sheep looks up.

A hungry wolf looked up.

A yak raises its head.

All kinds of animals, which had disappeared for dozens of days, got up one after another in the faint whining.

A great migration suddenly appeared.

In Tangyin Village, on the edge of a street full of people.

In a guest room in a tavern, a tall figure sitting on the ground in a black robe hidden in the darkness received a letter from a fat pigeon.

The letter was scribbled in four scribbles.

"He's back."

The man's hand paused slightly.

A demonic red flame burst out, burning the note to ashes.

"Yoshi, call the children and move to the country of waves."

The fat pigeon was stunned and screamed: "Is it serious, this year's ......"

Before the fat pigeon could finish speaking, the man suddenly felt something, and in an instant he flew out of the window.

Outside Tangyin Village.

A trembling hand ran over the face of a dead, dark-skinned teenager.

The cold touch reached the nerves of a white-haired man with an expressionless face.

A desolate roar wafted from nowhere, covering the grassland.

The child, who did not know his name, closed his eyes.

The white-haired man stood up and turned to walk towards the noisy Tangyin Village.

At the end, a reply sounded unhurriedly.

"I promised you......"