Kazama and Uncle Zhang had a chat with each other, but the content was that the donkey's lips were not the horse's mouth, and there was a lot of irrelevance to each other, in fact, sometimes the matter of drinking was just an atmosphere, and two people sitting together even if they were drinking face-to-face, it was much more comfortable than being alone. Another time the bottles collided with each other, and then two consecutive noises came from under the tree, and the two of them threw the wine bottles down casually, the ground was already full of glass shards, and Kazama's consciousness had begun to be a little confused, only a string was still tightly taut in his heart, and if he encountered an enemy, he had to hide back in the hub space as soon as possible.

Kazama once again took out two bottles of white dried children, one in his hand, and the other bottle was handed to the uncle, but this time the uncle did not take it again, shook his head and signaled that he didn't want to drink anymore, and his expression was no longer as painful as before, but showed a smile, but his eyes were straight, his cheeks were hot, and his smile turned into a smirk. "Thank you for your hospitality, I'm afraid that the courage I have so hard to muster will be dispelled if I drink it again......"

"What...... What courage? Kazama asked vaguely with a wide tongue.

"As long as I close my eyes now, the souls who died at my hands will appear in front of me, probably because they want me to accompany them......" The uncle's alcohol was not as strong as Kazama's, and his tone was calm, not at all like drunken words.

"You ......"

"In this cruel world, I am already satisfied that I can live to this age without any skills, and even if I escape, where can I escape? Where in this world is there a safe place to hide? Sighing helplessly, this world is like this, there is no strong enough force to maintain the stability of the ninja world, and the various ninja villages hate each other, where is the place to live? Don't say anything about the five major countries in the ninja world, the five major countries have jointly formulated the rule that ninjas can't kill civilians, doesn't the country of rain dare to do this? This powerful enough force may be the former Thousand Hands Pillar, or it may be the future Naruto Uzumaki, but in the decades between the two, there will only be endless wars.

"But you...... You've done so much, don't you just want to live? You've managed to escape, so why give up at this time? I can take you to the Konoha Village's position, you go and take refuge with them, at least they can take you out of this forest and back to your previous village. ”

"Want to live? You're wrong...... I had been dead from the day they had taken me, and if they hadn't forced the lives of the whole village, how could I have done something for them, adding that death-defying medicine to the children's meals? "Uncle Zhang's tears couldn't stop falling, this is the reason why I didn't kill Boren Boren but died because of me, he just added one more plant to the meal, but he took on thousands of unjust souls who died in vain. Kazama was silent, it turned out that this uncle was still slightly different from him, if Kazama did such a thing, it must be for himself, and he was for his companion or a bond, and he couldn't understand it but should respect it, probably this is the case.

"Goodbye, I hope you can live well......" The uncle did not hesitate in the slightest, leaned forward, and jumped down from the branch. There are not so many people who are really bent on death, and those who will stand on the roof and hesitate want to use this way as a bargaining chip, life is actually very fragile, it is just a simple action, and an action skips the past and goes directly to the end of the story. With a muffled bang, Uncle Zhang was lying motionless on the ground, blood continued to gush out along his body, like a blooming flower, this is not only the end of Uncle Zhang's life, but also the climax of his life, but unfortunately this climax is as fleeting as an epiphany.

Kazama looked at the puddle of blood under the tree, his eyes glazed and he didn't know what to say, the excitement of this day was too much, and who could really be indifferent to hundreds of lives? A nameless evil fire floated into Kazama's heart through the smell of alcohol, but it wasn't anger, but just a vent for extreme panic, as the saying goes, the end of fear is anger, and that's true of Kazama now. Kazama was so scared that he couldn't face the old wives and children of those innocent people; He was afraid that his life would never be peaceful in the future, and when he closed his eyes, he would see the scene of those people dying in front of him; He was even more afraid that he would become a pure cold-blooded person, and he would lose the reverence he deserved for life.

Under the boiling of the evil fire, where are there so many concerns, now Kazama just wants to vent, vent this anger blocked in his heart, and unconsciously wave his arms towards the trunk of the tree beside him, and the crisp sound can't shake the big tree a little. But soon the situation was different, and the chakra in the body was also driven by some mysterious force, involuntarily and quickly flowed, and began to recklessly produce an effect in Kazama's body, the sound turned into a thumping sound, but the power was multiplied, and the trunk began to shake violently again and again, and finally began to break after dozens of punches. At this point, Kazama didn't seem to be satisfied, Chakra began to agitate around Kazama quickly, the clothes on his body began to float gently in the fluctuations of Chakra, his right fist was clenched tightly, and he threw out a punch without any calling, and Thor was so rainy that he didn't even make a sound.

In fact, it wasn't really that there was no sound at all, in Kazama's right arm, a huge impact collided with Chakra's madness, and a wave of air erupted from the middle, breaking Kazama's sleeves, and the sleeves fell to the tree in a fluttering manner, and before he knew it, Kazama's arm had completely softened, and if there was such a thing as an X-ray machine in this world, you could see that the bones in Kazama's right arm had almost all been shattered. And the big tree was not without anything at all, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the leaves rattled, shaking a little abnormally, and gradually lost its balance, and it had completely broken from the punch of the wind, and fell to the ground with a bang, and it looked like both sides were defeated.

The bone of his right arm had been completely shattered, and it was impossible to swing it again, but instead of venting the anger that erupted from Kazama, it intensified, and the end of fear was anger, so what could be the end of anger? I'm afraid it will evolve into resentment, Kazama hates that his right arm can't be raised, hates that his left arm is not as strong as his right arm, hates that his anger has nowhere to vent, hates the madness of Yuninja Village, hates the inaction of Konoha Village, hates the cruelty of this world, and even resents the Sarufei teacher who wants to let him join the shadows, hates the Uchiha mirror who picked him up, hates the Thousand Hands that saved him, and even takes care of his Mito mother-in-law in every possible way......

Impotently roared into the sky, his arms hung down freely and weakly, the previous outbreak had exhausted all of Kazama's chakra, not almost all of them, if Kazama opened the system to check it now, the number of chakras must be (0/5463), and there was nothing left. This is because Kazama has no control over himself at all, and the chakra is consumed too much in the casual flow of the chakra, and there is no sense to protect himself, and it is completely consumed, even the chakra that maintains stepping on the tree is gone, and as soon as his legs are weak, he loses his balance and falls from the branches.

There was another muffled bang, and Kazama lay on the ground weakly, I don't know how many broken glass slags from wine bottles pierced Kazama's body up and down, piercing the skin and spreading blood everywhere, but Kazama couldn't even feel a trace of pain, not that it was high enough to kill Kazama, and it wasn't that the sudden sharp pain made Kazama unconscious, but Kazama's consciousness seemed to have entered some strange state, and he lost his response to external stimuli.

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In a narrow prison, Kazama was tightly held in a water prison, the water barely reached Kazama's chest, his limbs were bound by heavy chains and he couldn't move, shaking his head, Kazama slowly opened his eyes, looking at his current state in surprise, what's wrong? What's going on?