The 100th day of the engagement

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

On Ari Island, a fog-shrouded beach is exploding violently.

The two sides of the battle are distinctive: one side wears a brown vest and a four-drop rain-shaped forehead guard.

The other side was dressed in a white combat uniform with a tattoo on the neckline of "!? "Cross patterns, most of the combat uniforms are black with a red edge, and a few are purple or blue. However, due to the infiltration of blood, it is very difficult to distinguish.

As the two sides continued to collide, the wounded and the dead continued to appear, and the smell of blood permeated all corners of the battlefield, but it was thick in some places and faint in others.

The blood stains left on the beach from the last battle had not been washed away by a round of waves, and new blood stains had come up.

About a quarter of an hour later, the brown vests saw the white-clad support troops approaching in the distance, and immediately jumped into the water and retreated.

A young ninja in blue and white who rushed to the aid complained:

"Now that the sneak attacks of the fog are becoming more and more frequent, I don't know when it will be the end. Jiro, are you sure that the fog has all receded? ”

The young ninja in the blue-rimmed robe and wearing glasses called Jiro closed his eyes, and after feeling it in the fog realm, he replied:

"Ryotai-kun, make sure all the mist shinobi have left."

Jiro exhaled a breath of turbidity, slumped his shoulders, looked at his white-clothed companions who were cleaning up the battlefield on the beach, and couldn't help but sigh:

"This is war, both sides kill each other by any means... Recently, I can clearly feel that the camp has been a lot deserted. ”

As he spoke, he silently stepped forward and began to help clean up the corpses of his comrades.

After confirming that it was safe, Ryota silently came to Jiro's side to carry the body together.

After repeating several lifting, moving, and releasing them, Jiro straightened his waist, looked at the corpses piled up on the beach, the ninja equipment scattered everywhere, and the large and small pits of different depths, and suddenly asked:

"Ryota, why do you think we're fighting? Pinning your net worth to your belt every day, is this a ninja? ”

Ryota likewise looked at everything Jiro saw, it wasn't the first time he and Jiro had come to the battlefield, but it was the first time Jiro asked him this question.

Ryota calmly looked at everything in front of him and answered:

"Jiro, I remember that your family used to be civilians in the Land of Fire, but your parents were ostracized by the village and came to the Land of Waves."

Seeing Jiro nodded, Ryota clenched his fists and said hatefully:

"I used to be the son of an ordinary commoner in the Land of Water, and I used to live in a small coastal town on the Isle of Water. I saw my mother starve to death in front of me. ”

Ryota's eyes flashed with tears, and she choked up,

"Before she died, my mother told my brother and I to eat her flesh and blood and live. I also watched my father be brutally murdered by a mist ninja for blocking his path...

"If it weren't for Lord Cardo's population relocation plan, my brother and I would probably have died on Water-No-Isle, and then someone would have eaten our flesh and blood to live......"

Ryota didn't continue, raised his eyes and looked viciously at the floating corpses in the vests floating on the sea, gritted his teeth and said:

"If you want to ask me why I'm fighting, because it's venting our emotions to the misty ninjas, we were born in the land of water, but we want to kill all the ninjas there."

He raised his hand and pointed at the ninjas guarding the shore,

"Do you see those ninjas who are on the front line, most of them are civilians from the land of water, only they can really feel the kindness of the country of waves to them, so they are fighting on the front line, not only for the country of waves, but also to say goodbye to the miserable self that once been."

With that, Ryota took two steps forward and continued to repeat the previous lifting, moving, and relaying.

Jiro looked at Ryota's back in shock, they had known each other since the ninja school, and they only knew that each other was doing very well now, everyone in the family had work, they all lived in a beautiful little house, and they didn't have to worry about eating and drinking every day.

But he had never learned about the past of the exiles of the Water Country, and only occasionally heard about some tragic experiences, but he didn't expect their lives to be so miserable.

He could now understand why those ninjas from the Land of Water shouted excitedly when Terumi-sama declared a declaration of war, and he could understand why those people asked to go to the front line to fight the fog as if they were crazy when they heard that there was an opportunity for war.

The vague memory of living in the land of fire suddenly came to Jiro's mind, as if because he offended the bullies in the town, the family couldn't survive, and finally had to follow the caravan of the country of waves that happened to arrive to the country of waves.

He remembered that the country of waves was being built everywhere at that time, and he was just a child at the time, but since then, he has grown up enjoying all the benefits of the country of waves, and his family does not have to worry about eating and drinking, and he will not suffer discrimination from the people around him, and he has been given the opportunity to become a ninja......

Thinking of this, Jiro's gaze became deep and resolute.

"Where is there any reason to fight, because I am a ninja from the country of waves!"

Jiro catches up with Ryota, and the two sort out the names and identities of the fallen and silently record them on the death register.

After cleaning up the area in charge, Ryota saw a familiar figure, and the other party happened to look at him.

"Uncle Yuya, how did you get this time?"

The middle-aged ninja in black and white smiled:

"This time, our brigade has killed a lot of mist ninjas, and according to Iori-sama, there is also a mist hidden ninja among them."

In response, the three of them met together.

"Uncle, we're here to change guards this time, you can go down and rest."

Yuya can't remember how long he's been defending here, maybe less than ten days, maybe more than a month. Counting time is redundant for them, like counting down their own lifespan. There was once a brigade here, and now there is not much left to breathe.

Yuya stepped forward and patted Ryota and Jiro on the shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I'll go back first this time, promise me, don't die here, we middle-aged and elderly ninjas have no hope of wearing your blue-rimmed robes for the rest of our lives.

"We can die here, but you are the hope of the future of the country of waves, you must live!"

Yuya stared at the two of them with cloudy eyes, then turned to leave to inform the rest of the team about the change of guard.

Jiro touched his left shoulder, which had just been patted, and said slowly:

"Ryota, everyone in the country of waves is a good person!"

A burst of crying interrupted their conversation

A young man in a black-rimmed robe was holding a corpse and wailing:

"Why do we little people go to war! Why don't the adults up there come!? ”

Dressed in a purple-rimmed robe, Iori slapped the crying young man and said with hatred:

"This is war! It's the responsibility that each of us needs to bear, do you think the adults above haven't done it? Half a month ago, Lord Deidara and Lord Kinmaro appeared on the battlefield in the east, do you know what the result is? ”

Iori glared at the people on the ground and said hatefully:

"After that, those strong men used space ninjutsu to arrive at the battlefield one by one, and after a few hours, the mountain in the east directly turned into a basin, where ordinary ninjas who were enemies or friends died completely, and only a few survived under the protection of Lord Mima."

The young man who was still crying suddenly put away all his emotions, he remembered the earthquake half a month ago, he couldn't imagine that such a thing had happened there.

Seeing that he was expressionless, Iori continued:

"Then both sides restricted those strong people who surpassed the upper ninja to come to the battlefield of ordinary ninjas, just to protect the safety of these weak people."

As he spoke, he glanced down at the purple trim on his neckline, which symbolized the shinobi, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Ryota and Jiro, who were standing nearby, heard it clearly, they had the most say in this matter, and they were the few survivors of that battle.

They went from the initial ecstasy of Lord Deidara, to the constant flashes of sluggishness of the strong, to the desperation when the surrounding terrain completely changed.

If it weren't for the fact that they had finally protected them, they might have been buried in that basin.

This is also the reason why Jiro has a feeling of confusion, after seeing that battle, he has doubts about his future ninja career, if it weren't for the heart to protect the country of waves, maybe he would have given up the ninja road in despair.

Ryota was different from Jiro, and shouted at the young man on the ground in the air:

"Do you think this is not our war? Do you think we can protect our hard-won life without fighting? Remember! The enemy will not choose to let you go because you have given up on resistance.

"Adults are guests everywhere they go, and we're just a bunch of wretched creatures who don't struggle and have nothing. If you still want to enjoy the good life of the future wave country, then go for it!

"I thought about it when I left the Land of Water, and I will definitely fight to the end for my current life!"

Iori gave an appreciative look at Ryota, a ninja like Ryota who was the mainstream of the Ninja Force in the Land of Waves.

Everyone has come from a hard life, saying that ideals and dreams are not as touching as real life changes, and everyone is fighting to protect the current life! Fight to say goodbye to your old life!