rock ninja log

The Shinano River, located at the junction of water and land, is as prosperous as ever. It is one of the few villages in the Land of Rain that has not been damaged by the war.

He refused the flower basket sent by the little flower seller, but the stubborn little girl followed Uehara and seemed not to leave.

"Brother, just buy a bunch!"

"Just one bunch!"

"You can give it to the girl or boy you like!"

Uehara, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped, "Yeah!" the little girl behind screamed and almost hit him.

"It's very wrong." Uehara bent down and took out a flower with an unknown name and sniffed it. The flower was very fresh, with the smell of earth and rain. "I deliberately exposed the ninja sword, but you seem to be closer."

"Uehara, who was wearing regular clothes, slipped out a short knife from his wide sleeves and put it on the little girl's neck. His eyes were cold, "There used to be an underground black market here. I have been there, but I can't find it now. You have a problem.

,Right?"

No matter how courageous a little girl is, she should be timid or fearful when encountering strangers with malicious intentions, but unusually, the little girl followed Uehara for a few streets.

"Humph!" The little girl with a bun in her hair angrily snatched the flower back from Uehara's hand, "I don't know what you are talking about, you weird guy!"

She was about to leave, but Uehara tore off the flower basket. The overturned flower basket caused flowers to scatter on the floor. "I am a ninja, little girl." A dazzling ninja sword that can reflect light was pressed against her forehead.

At the throat, Uehara brought the knife a little closer, piercing the skin again, and blood trickled down. "You'd better cooperate. I've taken care of too many children and other things."

This place is inaccessible and is a good place to kill people and mutilate corpses, but before that, Uehara needs to obtain the information he needs.

"Cough...cough cough."

The coughing sound behind him alerted Uehara instantly. A wrinkled old man with a stooped body and a cane walked out from the corner, "Young man, can we talk to you?"

…

The underground black market was probably abandoned. Uehara searched it and found it was empty and without traces of people.

On a low table, there is a pot of steaming tea brewing. The underground black market is humid and oppressive. There are cobwebs and dust everywhere. After taking two steps, the dust kicked up by my footsteps gradually gets higher.

"When we walked out of Shinano-tei, hundreds of us were chased by Konoha ninjas. When we returned home, there were only fourteen of us left, and most of them were disabled. Even my ears were broken."

The manager of the casino at that time was a Konoha peripheral intelligence officer. It was he who leaked information about Uehara and the others, which led to them being overtaken by Konoha's pursuit force and finally being dragged to the Land of Rain, suffering heavy casualties.

"There are no traces of ninjas in this town. This may be the reason why Shinano Tei is peaceful. However, as an ordinary person, you are very dangerous." Thinking of the tragic past, Uehara's expression changed, and he slapped the small tea cup.

It shattered into pieces with a squeezing sound, and countless pieces fell, ruining a good pot of tea.

There is kendo in the ninja world, and of course Uehara has seen the tea ceremony. When I was learning swordsmanship from the swordsmanship teacher Kamizumioka Nobu, before starting every morning, I would make tea solemnly, and then start the day's practice.

"Your Excellency runs a gambling house," Uehara took out three dice and a dice cup, slamming them on the tea table, "I'll give you a chance to bet your life."

The little girl Hua Ming was tied up with wires and thrown in a corner. The ground was dirty, but she didn't care at all. The dark underground without much sunlight did not scare her and she cried bitterly. She didn't even make a sound.

"I work for the Konoha Intelligence Department. We are enemies and I deserve to die." Murakami looked like he looked down upon death. There was no luster in his eyes. He stared blankly at the flower in the darkness for a long time. "

But Hua Chi..."

"You are not qualified to bargain." Uehara interrupted him unceremoniously. The knife case stood beside him. After the machine made a buzzing sound, several gleaming ninja swords popped out. The blade reflected the

The silver light rippled like a thread, and the cold light reflected in Murakami's pheasant's eyes made his pupils shrink twice.

Murakami fumbled with the three dice for a long time. Then he slapped the dice, and the dice bounced off the table. The black dice cup flicked like a vicious beast swallowing the dice. Lang Lang's voice followed.

The rolling of the dice kept ringing like magic, attracting all of Uehara's attention.

At this time, wearing a suit, a black-brimmed hat, chocolate and cigarettes, and BGM, the current scene looks like the God of Gamblers, and there is nothing out of place.

Just when Uehara was thinking wildly, there was a duang sound, and the dice cup hit the low table steadily.

After opening the cup, the three dice were stacked together steadily, and the diagonals were aligned. Looking from top to bottom, only one side could be seen, without any distortion.

Take the first one, six points, the largest number. The second one, still six, and the third one, the same thing.

"Interesting." Uehara muttered in his mind.

He picked up three dice, spread them out in a row, adjusted his breathing, and with a swipe sound, the very impressive opening began.

Shifting from left to right, and from right to left again, Murakami's pheasant could distinguish the number of points by listening to the sound, but now, the messy sound made him frown.

Bang! After shaking for a long time, Uehara's hands were almost numb, and the dice cup finally fell.

I opened the dice cup, and it was still sixty-sixty-eight.

Murakami could clearly see the movement of Uehara turning the ring. How could he, who had been running a gambling shop for a long time, not understand what the young man in front of him was doing. Some dice would be filled with lead, and some would be filled with iron blocks.

This is a consistent method of making money.

Looking at the flower in the corner, Murakami sighed. His expression changed several times, and his deep nasolabial folds twisted like earthworms.

Silently, Murakami picked up the dice cup again. After a clattering sound, it was another perfect operation.

"Three to one, not bad." This is the smallest point.

Uehara took the dice cup with a look of interest on his face.

If the ratio is a big draw, if the ratio is small...

The crashing sound kept coming and lasted for a long time, and the expression on Murakami's pheasant's face changed.

Bang! He placed the dice cup on the low table very domineeringly, and Uehara slowly removed the dice cup.

"One, a point. The other one is also a point, and the third..." Uehara said with a joking expression on his face, he used his fingers to flick away the dice that had been broken into a pile of crumbs, "The third one was broken, so,

Only two points. I won."

It is cruel to give people a little hope and then take it away.

There is a movie called Jinyiwei. Qinglong's knife case is super handsome. There are fourteen precious swords in the knife case. They are called the Fourteen Powers of the Ming Dynasty. Each of the fourteen precious swords has its own use.

Some are used to kill traitors, and some are used to cut oneself. Coincidentally, among the ninja swords of different lengths captured by Uehara, there happens to be one that is too short for fighting, and one that seems to be used for self-cutting.

knife.

"Do it yourself."

Holding the scabbard in his hand and handing the handle to the other party, Uehara remained expressionless.

The ninja sword was pulled out with a clang. Murakami fumbled with the ninja sword and wondered what he was thinking, "Huaji..."

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. The pale-haired Murakami nodded. He slowly turned the handle of the ninja sword over and pointed the blade toward his abdomen.

"Stop," Uehara stopped his next move. Uehara, who was touching his chin, looked at Murakami as if he were a monkey. His eyes were cold and cruel. "It would not be good to die right away."

"It can't be a vital point, um... the location of the lung lobe, right chest." Uehara very "kindly" pointed to the exact place for the old man.

The arm exerted force, and the knife entered the lung with a puff. The knife was very sharp, and there was no resistance when it entered the body. The blood entered the lung duct, Murakami's face turned pale, he kept coughing, and black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"This is a world full of killing. Since you chose to join a game full of death, you should have known what the result would be, right?" A knife was nailed to the table, the blade buzzed, and Uehara restrained himself.

I couldn't chop off the other person's head with a knife.

"The Hundreds of Rocks were just established, and then it became a joke." Uehara's eyes were red, and the cards he squeezed made a crackling sound, "Some of my companions were burned to death by fire, some were bitten to death by insects, and some guys,

I couldn't find the head when I was disposing of the body... Damn you, Konoha non-staff intelligence officer Murashita!"

"I have waited for this day for too long..."

"What's the next step?" Murakami held a dagger in his chest. He smiled, his exposed teeth stained red with blood, and he looked a little cautious.

"Left hand."

Uehara stared at Hua Ji who was whimpering, and then looked coldly at Murakami's left hand.

"These things have nothing to do with Hanaji. She is... ahem, she is not a ninja, and she does not work for Konoha ninjas." Blood spurted out and covered the handle of the knife, which was very slippery. Murakami pheasant slowly

He pulled the knife out of his chest very slowly. During the process, he kept groaning, "Oh, this damn world..."

The sound of popping popping kept ringing, and the left hand on the edge of the short table was cut off mercilessly by the Murakami pheasant. The blood shot out far away like a broken water pump, and finally changed quickly.

The steady dripping.

Seeing the severed limb that fell on the ground still twitching instinctively, Uehara felt an evil, morbid pleasure.

"Next, eyes." The corners of Uehara's mouth raised. Maybe he really has the talent to be a bad guy, and the joy based on the pain of others actually comes so heartily, "I hate your eyes..."

"grandfather……"

An extremely weak voice seemed to ring in his ears, and Uehara's hair stood on end.

"Bu..." There was a bit of despair in Murakami's determined eyes, "Why do you come here, why..." He murmured. In order to protect Murakami, he even planned to sacrifice Huaji. Now, he was

His plan failed.

"I can work for you and become your subordinate. Let my grandfather go." There was a sound of kneeling behind him. Uehara turned half of his body and looked. He couldn't see anything. It was like a black hole swallowing up the light.

Darker-than-dark environments capture even the slightest visual signal.

"More than a hundred of my companions died, all because of your grandfather." Uehara snorted coldly, "If you want to become my subordinate, huh, are you a ninja?"

"The roots of Konoha."

"Gen?" Uehara was a little surprised, but he controlled his expression very well and looked very indifferent, "Are you a Konoha ninja?"

"Me and some other guys, Danzo wants us to be jinchūriki."

"I'm good enough to be your subordinate."

Uehara found that his eyes could see clearly again. A young boy with a strong skeleton fell to his knees, his withered hands supporting the ground. He was so thin that his head looked very big.

"Red hair..." Uehara thought secretly in his heart.

There are many traces of the appearance of the blood family, and the appearance of the Minazuki clan... I don't know, most Uchiha people are cold and handsome, but the striking red hair of the Uzumaki clan is their standard feature.

"Are you from the Uzumaki clan?"

The boy didn't answer. When he raised his head, Uehara was startled when he saw his face.

There was nothing between his eyes, just two black holes. His face seemed to have been peeled off, and his pale muscles were exposed and clinging to his cheeks.

This look is comparable to the appearance of Nagato who summoned the Heretic Demon.

"Murakashi...bu(bu)?"

Uehara read the name once.

"Reason. Now that you have joined Konoha, what is the reason why you betrayed Konoha?"

Uehara Doishi, who comes from the Iwagakure Intelligence Department and is also an ANBU ninja, is proficient in many interrogation techniques.

Many key questions will be asked repeatedly many times, and they are hidden in many seemingly unintentional questions. If the answers are different twice, then the other party must have something to hide, and there is no need to continue talking.

Already.

Fortunately, I didn't get any conflicting answers, and Uehara restored the entire process.

The ambitious Danzo collected many young people with special physiques in order to reserve suitable Jinchuuriki. Those young people who were not from Konoha Ninja Village were secretly incorporated into the roots. There were a group of people in Konoha Ninja Village who did not belong to Konoha Ninja Village.

The power controlled by Danzo.

Later, during the Tailed Beast Chakra experiment, too many companions who had the same fate died. After that, resistance naturally occurred.

"What happened to the eyes, and...the other injuries on the body?"

"The roots sent ninjas to pursue me. At that time, I had already escaped back home. It was grandpa who saved me."

"As far as I know, everyone at the root of Konoha will be planted with the Tongueless Root Technique. Why are you okay?" Uehara discovered the point of doubt.

"My ability is to erase the spell, but the price is very high."

Erasing technique? What kind of ability is this? Uehara was confused.

Can the reincarnation of the dirty land be erased? Where is the Flying Thunder God? Where is Orochimaru's curse seal? Uehara frowned.

"Hey, old man, are you okay? Don't die..." He opened his mouth and looked at Murakami's pheasant lying in a pool of blood. Uehara was stunned.

"Kid, don't blame me, we were enemies before."

…

A few days later, in the same dark basement, Murakami woke up. He was very old and it was difficult to recover from excessive blood loss. He opened his eyes weakly and raised his arm with great effort, and the arm was reattached.

"Don't blame me. I have killed more than a hundred of my companions. I promised to avenge them. But now that you are my subordinate, I will definitely not be able to hurt you. It's really troublesome..."

"I owe you more than a hundred lives, right?" With his godless eyes, Murakami stared at Uehara, "I don't blame you for what happened to grandpa. Is it enough for me to kill a hundred people for you?"

"

"Enough." Uehara turned over the flames without raising his head.

"From now on, Lord Uehara, please regard me as your best tool. I will kill all enemies who stand in my way..."

"Go away!" Chuu Nifeng had a sense of déjà vu. Haku had said similar words to Zabuza. Kimimaro was also loyal to Orochimaru, and these two guys were exactly what Uehara looked down upon.

If Orochimaru has MLM talent and has fooled many geniuses into working for him, then Uehara believes that his MLM talent is at the lowest level.

"I'm different from Orochimaru, huh."

"What?"

"Nothing. One hundred people... There are hundreds of people in Konoha. There are exactly one hundred people. Help me kill them all."