"Hey, Calamus, hide, there's still a war going on outside! Danger!"

"Got it!" said the owner of the childish voice. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's so small~ Little guy, what about your family?" Zhou Guan only felt that he was being picked up from the ground, and then he noticed that he was a baby who was still swaddling at this time.

"Come back, calamus, let me come!" a somewhat hoarse man ran over and took the baby from the girl's hand and urged.

"Yes, yes, dad!" said the two men, and soon entered a basement. The basement was very dark, and Zhou Guan could only vaguely see that there were still a few people hiding inside.

"Are you hiding from the ninjas outside?" thought as his consciousness sank into darkness......

"Hey, whose child is this?" asked a villager who approached the baby in the man's hand. "I don't know......," the man shook his head, "I guess it's a villager from a nearby village......"

"Alas~ The ninjas outside are fighting, and I don't know how long it will last, and most of this child's family has already ...... And we won't have much food for long......" said the villager, worried.

When the others heard him say this, they also looked worried, and said, "Yes, or we will run out of food in a few days, and if the war is not over by then, we will have to venture out and look for food......

"It's okay! we'll be able to live!" the little girl said loudly as everyone around her was a little desperate.

"Calamus...... You...... Alas...... "Several adults shook their heads, and secretly said that calamus is a child after all, and he doesn't know how cruel war is.

"I don't know if this child is lucky or unfortunate to survive...... one villager said suddenly.

The villagers were silent, "Yes...... In such a troubled world, perhaps a painless death is the best ending. It's painful to survive......"

"Guys, Iris's right, as long as we don't give up and unite together, we will definitely be able to live!"

"Hand beating ......" looked at the silent villagers and closed his eyes in pain as the man called Hand Bout.

Gritting his teeth, "Mina, if we continue like this, there will really be no hope, anyway, there is no hope of hiding here, so why don't we escape!"

"Where are you going to flee?" and where is it safe in this world?" the villagers said noncommittally.

"Wherever it is, it is better than if we continue to stay here and endure the pain of war! even so that our next generation will not suffer such suffering again......"

"For the next generation to no longer live like ours......"

If we continue like this, even if we survive, we will not be able to escape the next war......

Rather than this, it is better to fight for the sake of our next generation to live safely!" The villager who had been talking to the hand hit before seemed to be moved by the hand beat, and suddenly cheered up and waved his arms and said.

"Daejeon!" shouted as he looked at the villager with his hands full of joy.

"Hand beating! You're right, we can't bear it silently like this anymore! Even if we don't have great strength, we must at least let the next generation live in a safe and peaceful environment!"

The hands of the two men were clasped together. The villagers no longer seem to be confused and afraid of their future.........

...... Half a month later, the border of the land of fire ......

A pair of ragged men looked at the distant village with longing, and they were the same villagers who had decided to flee their village and run to the land of fire.

Half a month ago, they quietly escaped from their village under the cover of night, and they did not waver in their belief even if they were in danger and hardship along the way.

In the middle of a month, they passed through many small villages, which were very hostile to them, outsiders, and treated them almost as enemies, and from some remaining traces of the villages, they could see that these villages had also suffered a catastrophe, so they did not feel angry, but after witnessing the wreckage of some villages, they strengthened their determination.

Fortunately, they didn't plan to do anything, so they were safe, and after a brief rest, they would support each other and set off towards the place they had in mind.

And among them was a small figure, dressed in thin clothes, her face was covered with dust, only the big eyes seemed to shine, and she seemed to be extraordinarily energetic, which was the light of hope. "Let's find a place to rest! The rest of the road will be much easier!" This road is not so peaceful, there will be people in every world who are willing to take risks for the sake of profit. Especially at a time like this, when friction is raging on the borders of the major powers, and large-scale wars are inevitable.

Many people smell the smell of war, some choose to flee their homeland to escape the coming war, while others see the opportunity and start to block the road on some small roads, which happens in various countries, and it can be said that it is an inevitable phenomenon before and after every war.

Fortunately, although the group encountered some minor troubles, after all, everyone entered the realm of the Fire Country safely. Presumably, as one of the strongest of the five powers, domestic security should be much better.

"Calamus, take a break, we should be able to reach Konoha tomorrow. A man with a small basket on his back reached out and wiped the sweat from his head and said to the little girl.

"Okay Dad, give it to me!" The little girl stretched out her hands to the hand, smiled helplessly, and untied the small basket from her body, "Be careful~"

"Got it!" the little girl happily put the basket on the ground, took out a baby from it, and held it carefully with both hands. "Na~ little guy, we can go to Konoha tomorrow~ Let's be happy! hehe~" The little girl spun in place with the baby in her arms.

"Calamus, be careful!Don't fall on the little one!" "Got it! I won't!

"yes~ I can get to Konoha tomorrow! They thought expectantly.

"Whoosh!whoosh!" just as the villagers were dreaming about their future lives, several people wearing various animal masks suddenly appeared on the trunks of trees around them, and surrounded them.

Looking at the sharp blades in their hands, the villagers began to become afraid. Just as the villagers were panicking, a man wearing a cat-face mask walked out, "Who are you, why are you here?" Holding a short knife in his hand, he seemed to wave his weapon at the villagers if he didn't get a satisfactory answer.