The strongest assistant of the fourth generation - Chapter 335

c337 Messenger from Konoha

There are really too many injustices in this world. Compared to the beasts that eat and be eaten, humans who claim to be the spirits of all things seem to be no more noble… In fact, the relationship between people is even more cruel. , the level should be more distinct…

The yellow sand is filling the air and the heaven and earth are withering. There is no need or room to complain about all this.

——That’s right, from the moment they were born in the Kingdom of Wind, children have learned to be patient and learn to ask for a little bit of supplies necessary for survival from the boundless sand and dust, because their fate has been doomed from the beginning. , this is a reality that no one can escape…

One of the five great ninja villages.

Carrying such a name, the ancestors of the Sand Ninja built the current village on this red soil that even monsters could not bear. Even though their flesh and blood were blown away by the wind, they still used their bones to form a city wall to protect their descendants. There are always people singing in the middle of the night. Every grain of sand in this desert is soaked with the boiling blood of the predecessors…

But this honor, this persistence, was destroyed and shattered overnight.

Yes, I am afraid that no one will ever forget the symbol imprinted on the cliff… At least until that family disappears, the ninjas of the Kingdom of Wind will forever lose the courage to speak loudly about the glorious history, even if the entire ninja world was there. Trembling under the sign cannot erase the humiliation that the sand ninja has suffered!

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The mission is over, and the journey back slowly from the yellow sand that can bury everything is probably a memory that no one wants to experience again, but the sand ninjas have long been accustomed to it, even if the team in front of them only has three people, and they have never experienced it again. Judging from the blurry shadows, they were all children.

“Bah, bah bah…”

As if he was about to say something, he hesitated for a moment but ended up swallowing a mouthful of sand and dust. The young man with purple paint on his face spit out several mouthfuls of saliva dissatisfiedly, but there was still only a salty and bitter taste in his mouth.

“What a damn weather!”

He cursed in a low voice, and the puppet wrapped in bandages behind his back made two “squeaking” sounds while the boy adjusted its position. If the elders looked at it, I’m afraid they would scold him for not changing his position. Weapons are properly handled.

“Shut up Kankuro!” A little ahead, a woman who was obviously taller than the other two figures mercilessly lectured the former. She moved her neck slightly, and the huge fan behind her also swayed. a while. It was obvious that the sand and soil in her clothes also made her very uncomfortable. “We can wait until we get back to the village to talk about anything. We are still on a mission right now!”

Probably because of his age or the division of labor in the team, Kankuro just shrank his neck and curled his lips in disdain, but in the end he didn’t say anything else.

At this moment, the young man walking at the front finally spoke in that special and deep voice…

“Shut up!”

The speech mixed with threats and the smell of blood instantly silenced the entire scene, and a few strands of floating fine sand seeped out from the gourd behind him – even among the yellow sand, the devil-like dust was Still very conspicuous…

The dialogue has reached a deadlock since then, and silence has taken the opportunity to occupy the entire movement.

“call…”

The wind was howling, and the scenery of the Kingdom of Wind had always been so desolate. After peeling away the dust, the towering sky finally appeared in the team’s field of vision.

Of course, there is also the more conspicuous Thousand Hands clan emblem!

Without the protection of these winds and sands, would the medal of shame be even more conspicuous?

Thick dark circles covered the boy’s eyes. When Gaara’s eyes touched all this, they became even sharper – the pain that felt like cutting through the skin did not come from his love for the village… On the contrary, All this symbolizes his deepest and most direct disgust…

For a moment, some people might wonder why such a young man was so hostile to his own village, but soon the focus of observation was replaced by an even rarer traveler walking out of the sand.

The black tight-fitting combat uniform is the main part, while the silver-white vest and the mole mask that completely obscures his face add to his mystery… As for the sword behind his back, it always gives people the illusion of a decoration.

Walking slowly, the traveler first looked at the cliffs around him, and then finally fixed his eyes on the three little ghosts in front of him.

“Are you ninjas from Sand Ninja Village?”

His tone was calm, and no dissatisfaction or other emotions could be heard. He waited patiently for Gaara and the other three to turn around before continuing to speak.

“I am the messenger from Konoha.”