rock ninja log

"There are a lot of freshmen this year, Ms. Vanilla." As the freshmen entered the school, Uehara rushed over to help.

The only thing he can help with is helping to maintain order and preventing children from fighting. Other than that, he creates more chaos than helps.

"Yes, just after the war, more school-age children were collected in the village." Vanilla sighed, "I sent out several batches of students, but the only ones who survived were Uehara and you."

"War is inevitable." Uehara comforted, "In fact, there are ways to prevent tragedy."

"If I am powerful enough, then the problem will be solved. If I kill all the enemies, then every student taught by Vanilla Teacher can come back."

Uehara spoke with full confidence, but was criticized mercilessly by Vanilla. Part of the reason was that he was too arrogant, but in fact, more of it was an accusation of hatred for the war.

She hates killing and death, and she even feels pity for those who are hostile to the ninja village.

"Teacher Vanilla, you also know that I lost my memory for a period of time." Uehara deliberately picked the topic and asked cautiously, "I lost a lot of memories. What I want to ask is, well... Is there anyone I liked before?

ah?"

"Oh, is it a girl?" Vanilla winked at Uehara with an expression that said she understood, making Uehara very embarrassed.

"It's really sad, Xiao Uehara, you have forgotten all the people you like. Uehara, I don't know the person you like...but you always like to bully Xiaoli, always steal her toys, and always provoke

She was angry, hahahaha, I punished you a lot at that time..."

As Vanilla spoke, she seemed to remember Uehara and the others when they were young, and couldn't help laughing.

Her laughter stopped suddenly. More than a thousand people died in the battle, including Xiaoli.

"I'm sorry Uehara..." Vanilla felt very sorry for mentioning other people's pain points. She turned around and was about to apologize, but found that Uehara had disappeared without knowing why.

…

Because of the war, the Shinano River was rerouted, and the small stream leading into the village was also affected, turning it into a small ditch with only a little water flow left.

One after another, the folded paper boats were put into the water and carried away precariously by the current.

"I have never had a girlfriend in my whole life." Uehara, who was folding a paper boat as if he was saying goodbye to a deceased friend, felt inexplicably sad for some reason. He felt like crying, "Don't you dare send a love letter, then

I'll deliver it for you, and I've ordered the envelopes. Xiao Uehara, I'm gone, who do you want to send it to? Who? Tell me?!"

Once the window of memory is opened, some fuzzy fragments immediately become clear. No wonder, that shy little girl always comes to play with Xue Lesha. When the three of them in the original class are together, Xiaoli's eyes always look incomprehensible.

Look at yourself, singles are extremely insensitive to these things.

At that time, Uehara thought there were rice grains on his mouth. He took out a mirror and looked, and sure enough, there were rice grains.

Later, Uehara, who liked to impose strict rules and regulations, hated Xiaoli for always running around during breaks. Uehara severely criticized her, and from then on, she never looked for Shelley again.

In the most difficult battle, Uehara and the others encountered the powerful Rain Ninja. The battle suffered a setback. Just when Uehara was about to be split in half, he was kicked away.

The boys died heroically and there is such a word as heroic to describe them, but what about the girls? Xiaoli’s head flew far away and was smashed into the mud until it disappeared. It was Uehara who dug in the knee-deep mud with his hands for a long time before his hands trembled.

He held it out. Those eyes that could not be closed became one of Uehara's nightmares.

"If I had known earlier that Xiaoli liked me, or that you, Uehara, liked Xiaoli, even if I was hacked to death, Xiaoli would still be alive. Uehara, I guess you are the same." It's strange, I didn't even think about crying, why are the tears coming?

Unable to stop, "...Uehara, is that you? Are you still there?"

Uehara didn't know whether souls could coexist. He muttered to himself, but no one could answer his question.

"I want to kill all the rain ninja, Uehara, do you want to?" The quiet flowing water could not form a reply, and Uehara stood blankly for a long time.

An owl whose wings were replaced with thin metal was not far from Uehara. Uehara was talking to himself, which made the owl puzzled and gave him a creepy feeling.

"Well, this guy has a problem with his head, that must be it." After thinking about it, the owl felt relieved.

…

"Your code name is 001." In the dark basement, there was an oppressive quiet atmosphere, filthy air, and weak and flickering candles the size of soybeans, which created an oppressive sense of suffocation.

"I, Impermanence." Uehara, who wore a pale mask and whose voice was deliberately hoarse, peered through the mask's hollow, sharp eyes at the thin figure imprisoned in the iron cage.

"Death is the easiest thing for you..."

"Bah!" Before Uehara could finish his sentence, a mouthful of spit flew over. The space was small, and the blood-streaked spit landed on Uehara's table with a thud.

"Oh, strong enough." Looking at the young man with disheveled hair and irregularly twisted lower limbs, Uehara sneered, "Unlike Konoha, our intelligence department's method of invading the brain is very rough, and there is a high chance that he will become an idiot."

"Since you are fine, it is not because you are lucky, but because you have nothing to do with the rebellion of the Mo Dun clan."

"Stop pretending to be strong. You are not strong. The reason why you are alive is precisely because you are cowardly. Before the Battle of Eight Pillars Peak, I was present when the Mo Dun clan was destroyed. We captured eleven young ninjas.

The other ten all committed suicide, don't you have the courage?"

The iron chain in the cage rattled, "If you want to commit suicide, you can have other considerations." Uehara's hoarse voice sounded again at the right time.

The psychological and tactical skills learned from the ANBU Torture Department are enough to control the enemy's rhythm with words.

"Actually, your brother is not dead, but..."

Uehara deliberately stopped talking, and the cage clanged again, and a feeble roar echoed in the small basement.

Two other ninjas wearing pale masks came holding down a child. The lights in the basement flicked on, illuminating the entire space.

The child's mouth was gagged, and after his hands were untied, he struggled not to be pulled by Uehara and placed on the table, but how could he be Uehara's opponent?

"This kunai... is very sharp!" The swipe was too fast. When the severed finger fell on the table, the child hadn't cried yet. After seeing the blood spurting out, he just screamed.

started to cry.

"Well, it actually doesn't hurt. That's why it hurts..." He broke off the child's hand with a click, then a second finger clicked, and the scream was unbearable.

"Then the eyes..."

"Actually, according to the pain level, burns are the most painful," Uehara said with a cold tone, taking out a lighter.

…

The cruel Uehara turned into a cold-blooded animal. He tortured children about the same age as Yudachi and others without any emotion, and he could even laugh.

The boy in the cage was banging against the cage like crazy. His legs were broken. It was incredible how he could straighten up.

"Actually, ninjas have an ability - illusion."

The ghostly voice came near and far away, and as soon as the word "shu" was spoken, everything disappeared. Everything was fake. The young man who struggled in the cage for a long time collapsed to the ground as if he was defeated.

The ANBU people are very cruel. They would really bring a child and torture him beyond recognition. But Uehara is even more cruel. After he fully restored the possible tragedy, he broke the heart of a tough young man. A real tragedy will make people feel sad.

Hate it, disguised tragedy can make people weak, and no one is that strong.

"If you want to see your brother, you can. As long as you agree."

There was another roar from the cage.

"If you agree, just nod." Uehara jumped over the table and pressed his face against the cage.

Normally, he would have grabbed his hand immediately. Because he scratched the ANBU ninja, none of the fingers on his hands could bend.

After nodding twice, the orphan of the Mo Dun clan agreed to the deal with Uehara.

"First you have to recover your health," Uehara's voice changed again. This time it was not hoarse, but as rich as a middle-aged man's. "Mission, I can tell you, the ultimate goal of the mission is to kill all the rain ninjas.

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