Konoha: Start with omniscience and omnipotence

Chapter 115 [115] The three little Yuyin
The heavy rain that lasted for many days did not know when it would stop.

The muddy road is covered with water marks, and there are endless pools of water everywhere.

If the goods on the carriage were a little heavier, most of the wooden wheels would have sunk as soon as they passed through this place. Only when everyone pushed the carriage and the poor horse forward together could they get over it with difficulty.

Walking for a while and resting for a while, for the same distance, the commercial roads in the Kingdom of Rain often cost more than three times the time in the Kingdom of Fire.

Not to mention the problem of the rainwater converging from the hills into streams and washing away the mountain - when encountering such unlucky things, the entire caravan had to re-select the route, and the front was considered in vain.

However, compared to the chaos and fighting, these are just some trivial matters.

"Leader, look over there."

"what is that?"

The farmer leading the poor horse tremblingly stretched out his finger, and the team leader stretched out his hand to put a curtain on his forehead to look over, and saw a mass of white and swollen objects rolling and falling slowly along the stream rushing down the mountain.

Almost at the moment of seeing this thing, the leader's face changed suddenly:
"Change lanes! Go back!"

The fellow fellows didn't understand why, but they had to obey orders obediently.

They didn't know that shortly after the group left, two Anbu ninjas who had just completed their mission near the hill leaped to appear here.

One of them noticed the deep ruts in the mud, and the two looked at each other and quickly followed.

But in the village on the mountainside, people are facing a more dangerous situation.

"Shh."

In the pickle jar under the cellar of the hut, a boy with short orange hair pursed his lips, cautiously made a quiet gesture, and at the same time signaled them with his eyes.

The other two children hugged their knees and huddled together.

As war orphans who survived the Second Ninja World War, they have already gotten used to similar scenes.

Ninjas from other countries invaded this already desolate place, killing, killing, and killing. It seems that the purpose of these ninjas is to kill all the creatures they can see.

Because it is too commonplace, these children who were born in the war-torn era have already gotten used to it.

They hid obediently.

Just like the countless dangers I have faced before.

However, only the orange-haired boy who was the most precocious among them could clearly feel that the ninjas who appeared in the village this time seemed to be different from any time before.

They are colder, calmer, more like utensils.

"Have you searched here?"

In the silence, a cold male voice came from a distance outside the door.

"not yet."

Then, the three little ones heard a faint sound of footsteps outside, and a noise of rummaging through the room.

The sound of footsteps and rummaging was getting closer.

Their breathing also became slower and slower, until it seemed as if they wanted to hold down their own heartbeats.

"Clang clang."

The wooden lid of the pickle jar was suddenly opened.

The three little ones hiding inside felt that their heartbeat almost missed half a beat.

The root ninja who was in charge of the search only saw the layer of pickles pressed on top with a hidden grid.

"Looks like it's gone."

He said so.

Almost immediately after hearing these words, the boy with red hair subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

"boom--"

The crock was smashed by a sudden kick, and Yahiko, who had been protecting the outermost all the time, was dragged out. His young body was dragged on the ground like a sack, but he still shouted at Nagato and Konan:
"run!"

In the next second, the long knife stabbed down, but smashed a wooden post in the blink of an eye.

The root ninja suddenly constricted his pupils and shouted:
"There are three ninjas here!!"

Almost instantly, the three root ninjas who had been guarding the outside rushed straight into the room, Nagato yanked Konan and smashed the wooden window and rushed outside, Yahiko quickly formed seals in his hands, and his cheeks puffed up.

Water escape!The water rushes!

A large amount of water suddenly broke through the entire room, and the cozy hut built by Jiraiya teacher and the three of them was bulldozed on the spot. The standard four-person root team jumped up at the same time, and several shurikens even leaped down.

Yahiko performed a C-level ninjutsu, turned around and ran away, not intending to get entangled with them at all.

At his current age, being able to fully unleash a C-level ninjutsu without losing strength is already considered very good.

This precocious boy made a judgment almost instantly, and shouted to Nagato and the others:

"Run away!"

"You guys go to the small lake! I'll go to the big tree!"

"Meet at Squirrel Rock!"

Obviously, all he shouted were code locations that only the three of them knew.

"it is good!"

Nagato also responded loudly, dragging Xiao Nan who was also panicked, to turn around and go into the dense forest.

Just before leaving, he subconsciously glanced at those ninjas.

On their bare shoulders, there are clear red flame-like patterns imprinted.

Nation of Fire, Anbe.

Konoha?
"Disperse!"

Root ninja's actions were more decisive than ordinary Anbu's, and the two sides were galloping one after the other.

However, under Jiraiya's practice during this period, Yahiko's trio already had the ability to protect themselves. In terms of physical skills and ninjutsu alone, even against ordinary Chunin, they would not fall behind.

Nagato has an advantage because of his total Chakra, but his character is too indecisive, so that he has shortcomings in the level of strength.

However, they are very good at escaping.

The branch splits the face, the branch sweeps the body.

In these hilly forests with dense trails, this advantage alone is enough for them to gain the upper hand.

However, in the process of escaping continuously by virtue of these geographical advantages, Nagato and Xiaonan only felt that the tracking sound behind them became fainter and fainter until it was inaudible.

"We, we seem to have escaped?"

Nagato panted lowly, stepping on the mud with his bare feet always gave him a slight sticky feeling, as if he would slip and fall at any time.

Xiaonan's physical strength is much worse than his, but he also smiled happily:

"Yeah, luckily those guys compare"

In the middle of speaking, the delicate girl seemed to realize something suddenly, and her voice froze suddenly.

The pink face suddenly turned pale:
"Yahiko!"

Nagato was also stunned.

On weekdays, that idiot who was obviously the same age as them but always acted like a strong big brother in the face of bad luck suddenly appeared in their minds.

With almost no time to think, he suddenly turned back in the direction behind him.

Sure enough, in the process of fleeing in a panic, they left so many traces in the woods that it was too late to cover up, but there were no footprints belonging to outsiders.

The expressions of Nagato and Xiaonan became more and more flustered.

In this chaotic world, the three people who have struggled to survive together in this world have long formed a closer bond than family members-they have already become the souls of each other to rely on to survive.

However, before they had time to run to the dense forest at the beginning, the two of them heard a clear detonation talisman from a distance.

"Boom."

That voice seemed to be a hammer in the hearts of the two children.

When they broke through the bushes and returned to the place where the sound came from, they saw the boy with short orange hair curled up sideways in a small pit with scars all over him, unconscious.

The standard yamu tea lies.

In front of him, the root ninja raised his dagger high.

Stab off!

The blade pierced straight through the young man's chest.

The moment he saw that scene, the boy's slovenly long red hair was blown by the inexplicable dancing wind, revealing the pair of purple eyes with overlapping lines in his eye sockets.

It's like being stimulated by some kind of strong stimulus.

Nagato opened his mouth wide in a daze, his mind went blank.

Until, he began to resist this cruel reality.

At that moment, he felt a strong black chakra gushing out continuously in his mind, pouring straight into the eyes that appeared at no time, like an illusory blood pump, pumping his spirit, life, Negative will is all injected into it
Awaken the sleeping inside of these eyes.
A small amount of power.

"don't want--!!!"

Suddenly, a huge force connected illusion and reality, spanning the huge space between the land of rain and the land of water, bursting out with shocking power.

The huge amount of chakra erupting from this young child's body was terrifying to the point of almost horror.

Just the part exposed outside the body burned and condensed into a large piece of almost fire-like blue flames.

A huge amount of repulsive force engulfed the shocking air waves, directly crushing the internal organs of the root ninjas in front of them.

"Boom--"

The air rumbled, and the earth rolled.

With just this one look, they took the lunch box without even saying a word.

Xiaonan was also terrified by this scene, and couldn't help but take half a step back, then stopped immediately, and stepped forward to help Nagato who was almost kneeling.

However, Nagato gasped heavily while pointing forward:
"Yahiko!"

". Yahiko!"

At this moment, the little girl who was at a loss only knew how to agree, but after probing, she was fortunate to find that Yahiko still had his last breath left:

"Nagato, what shall we do?"

"Where can we find Teacher Jiraiya?"

The little girl who was only seven or eight years old had no opinion at all when encountering such a thing, and was so anxious that she was about to cry.

On the contrary, Nagato, who was usually indecisive and suddenly lost his backbone, took the lead at this critical moment, lying on the ground and panting heavily:
"South. Huh, Yuyin Village!"

"It's very close to here!"

"Let's go to their hospital!"

"Yahiko, the one who wants to save the world!"

When he said this, the little boy with the eyes of a fairy spoke more firmly than anyone else:

"He must survive!"

at the same time.

An old man located on the ground floor of Shuiying's office slowly opened his eyes.

In the eye sockets, there is a pair of sharing eyes that even if they are not controlled, they always maintain three hooked jade.

Uchiha Madara looked into the distance, his voice was still old and hoarse:
"Did you wake up so soon?"

"Or,"

"Did you encounter misfortune again?"

"He's really a pathetic kid."

No one knows better than Uchiha Madara what kind of mental stimulation is needed to awaken the power of the reincarnation eye.

Sharingan is originally a pair of eyes that evolve upwards under constant misfortune, disasters, and negative emotions until they reach the peak.

However, he originally thought that all this would take a long time to accumulate, at least it would not be completed until many years after his death.

He never thought that this malicious world would always surpass his imagination time and time again.

It is probably because of this that he became more and more determined, eager to seek the eternal peaceful world that only exists in legends and can make everyone live in illusion.

For this reason, killing all human beings is not at all hesitant.

The closer he was to the moment of death, the slower his brain functioned, and he woke up half-closed for a while before he seemed to remember something, and raised his hand to call out Bai Jue:

"The matter over the Kingdom of Rain should be over soon."

"Has the kid's secret not been investigated yet?"

The snow-white figure grinned and said with a playful smile: "There is no way to get close! I don't even know when that little character surnamed Aida shits."

"call"

Uchiha Madara, whose body was almost decayed, closed his eyes heavily. At his age, he had long since lost the intention of bickering with others, and let out a long breath:

"Then,"

"Try to contact him."

Bai, who had a weird smile on his face just now, couldn't help being stunned:
"Eh?!"

　Update today (1/2)

　　Just after dinner, I felt my throat was a bit swollen, as if I had been hit twice with a stick, but I didn't have a fever, and there was no pain anywhere else.

　　Is this the rhythm to be recruited?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)