rock ninja log

Bread, milk, fruits and fried eggs are a very nutritious breakfast combination.

Uehara ate very happily, but the young old man opposite Murakami sighed.

"Hey, old man, are you okay?" Uehara looked at Murakami strangely.

"No...it's okay." Huajiao was taking care of him while he was eating. One chicken leg, and the two of us ate it one bite at a time, laughing and eating it for a long time.

"Since you are a ninja, you have long been accustomed to killing. I am very grateful to let you and me go, but why?" Murakita still didn't move to breakfast.

"Members of the Uzumaki clan, this is the miracle clan." Uehara shook his head. After taking a sip of the juice, he felt like vomiting. It was probably broken and the taste was very strange. "There is a little guy from the Uzumaki clan in the village. He is

I saved him from the battlefield, it would be interesting to have another one. Where is the mother of this child?"

"died."

"...Oh." Uehara responded without intending to ask.

I finally made a trip out. I originally wanted to take revenge, but it didn't work out as I wanted. Why should I go there? How about having some fun? Uehara looked at the people coming and going and touched his chin thoughtfully.

The decisive battle between Konoha and Kumo ninja lasted for several months. Uehara never received any news related to it after returning to the village. This must be a wonderful battle. One ninja village will rise on the corpse of another ninja village.

, just like the siege of Stalingrad in another dimension, the battle between iron and fire will eventually produce the most terrifying existence.

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"What is this?" Girls have a curious nature. The toys Uehara gave to the two children were turned over and over by Huaji for a long time. She did not recognize more than half of the toys.

"Screaming Chicken." Uehara pinched Screaming Chicken's neck in a playful manner, then put it next to Hua Chi's ear before letting go, "Pigeon--" A magical sound that sounded like a pigeon or a rooster amused Hua Chi, and she giggled.

Laughing non-stop.

"Then what is this?" Hua Jiao looked curiously at the mask with white fur hanging on Uehara's waist. She seemed to touch the soft-looking fluff with her hands.

"That's my demon mask. My teacher gave it to me. I'm the descendant of Wushin-ryu." Uehara frowned and gently opened the little girl's hand. She wanted to move anything, even the kunai she wanted to secretly take.

Take a walk.

"What about this one?" The mask with a pointed mouth on the right is even stranger.

"This is also my mask. It was also given to me by my teacher..." Uehara was very angry. After putting the mask back into the scroll, he refused to pay attention to the annoying Hanaji anymore. This little girl looked a bit like the annoying Tachibana Doyuki.

"Why do you have..."

"Yes, that's right, I have two teachers!" The questions kept coming, and Uehara completely collapsed.

"I'm going to make custom clothes and buy some honey and fruits. Come back and wait for me."

Bu disappeared silently, and Huajiu also followed him very unhappy. She also seemed to be going shopping, or she could continue selling flowers outside. She could ignore gathering information, but it was so fun!

The last time I came to Shinano Town, it was Uehara's first contact with the life of ordinary people in the ninja world. It was simple, peaceful, and backward.

Without industrial production lines, the number of products produced would not be too large and there would not be much extra profit. Really, how does the economy of the ninja world develop?

The shop that sells ready-made clothes is probably one of the highlights of this town. At that time, the royal robe that Uehara wore that looked very similar to the one worn by Namikaze Minato, the fourth Hokage, was torn in the woods. When he returned to the village, the village

Any costumes made by the guys who serve ninjas here are bloated and solid, without much aesthetic value at all.

"anyone there?"

Uehara walked into a clothing store.

Wearing a ninja uniform and carrying a large box on his back, Uehara looked like no one would mistake him for an ordinary person.

"Your Excellency is... a ninja?" A very kind aunt came out from behind the counter and was obviously taken aback when she saw Uehara's appearance clearly.

"Yes, I am Iwa Ninja." Uehara blinked, "I guess you know me, Auntie. It was still during the war, and we bought a lot of spare clothes here."

"Oh, those little brats back then!" The store owner was surprised and looked at Uehara from top to bottom with enthusiasm, "I still remember you, when you ran out of stock, by the way, I remember

There was a little girl and a fat boy..."

"That's Shelley, she was killed in battle." Uehara interrupted the shop owner. He didn't want to mention these things again, "Auntie, do you still remember the style of the clothes I ordered at that time? I want to order a few more sets.

"

As expected, he was a very professional person, and the sizes left by Uehara were still there at that time.

Hundreds of people were formed, and Uehara thought he had the qualifications to save the world. The cloak similar to that of the Fourth Hokage was proof, but later, the reality was more ironic than the fantasy.

After taking detailed measurements of his wrists, ankles, neck, chest, etc., he said, "You've grown a lot taller." The shop owner also gave Uehara a meaningful look.

"I'm probably 23 this year." Uehara bared his teeth and smiled.

After rejecting the owner's invitation to take a rest in the store, Uehara leaned against the door, shining in the warm sunshine, which made people have the urge to become decadent.

"One, two, three..."

Uehara's eyes seemed to be enough to stare at the crowd, turning from one face to another, the numbers in his mind getting bigger and bigger.

Gears are a fun thing, and the way ninjas move is just as fun as ordinary people, and the well-trained style of ninjas prevents them from leaving footprints twice in the same place.

Uehara placed an improved version of the finished trap on the ground below the street. When ordinary people stepped on it, it would activate the machine, and the rotation of the gear would remember the number of people passing by. However, for ninjas, it would only cause the machine to vibrate more minutely. The large gears

The number will not increase, but the small ones will go on for weeks.

Without the ability to perceive, it is very troublesome.

When Murakami came out in the morning, this old guy said he felt unwell. He said he felt as if someone was watching him. This unintentional remark alerted Uehara.

Uehara, who thought he was well-trained, didn't notice any abnormalities, but the old man Murakami, who was an ordinary person, found something different. It was really strange.

"Nineteen non-earth escape ninjas, and they are all cannon fodder..."

They probably encountered wandering ninjas or something like that, a group of idiots who haven't received strict training. The way they poked their heads around, you didn't have to guess that there was something wrong with them.

"Auntie, are my clothes ready?"

My ninja uniform is still too conspicuous. Although it is not the red color of Iwa Ninja but camouflage color, the style can easily reveal the fact that I am a ninja.

The clothes are still not ready, and the last goal is about to leave.

"Asshole, stop hiding, I'm talking about you." A decent fruit farmer was pretending to sell fruits to others. Uehara walked over and patted him on the shoulder, intending to capture him.

A whooshing sound hit his face, and Uehara flicked a steel needle away with just a flick of his finger.

The technique of rock fist covered the arm almost instantly. With a very relaxed posture, Uehara grabbed the throat of the garbage ninja who appeared out of nowhere, "Tell me about your identity, number of people, and why you are here..."

"

The fire started burning without any warning, and the red flame spread on Uehara's arm like a poisonous snake.

At that moment, Uehara thought of countless ways to put out fires, such as dry ice fire extinguishers and carbonic acid fire extinguishers, but he didn't have any of these...

After removing the rock fist, which was thicker than an ordinary person's waist, the flames peeled off along with the rocks that fell to the ground.

"Interesting, is this a powerful fire escape technique?" These blood-red flames don't look like the color of normal flames.

However, the flames burned for a long time and did not stop. It was not until Uehara smelled a disgusting burning smell that he was stunned for a moment.

A living person was burned to death just standing upright, with flames coming out of his eyes and seven orifices, swaying like a will-o'-the-wisp.

In a short time, even the flesh, flesh and clothing were gone, leaving only a vivid skeleton standing on the ground, which made Uehara frown.

He is not afraid of potential threats such as explosions and poisons. He has enough coping methods. He wants to find out the key. But he is surrounded by many people watching the fun, vendors, residents and ordinary people all facing a humanoid figure.

The torch pointed, an expression of fear and excitement appeared on their faces.

"Aren't you afraid of death, idiot..." Uehara complained in his heart speechlessly.

"It's time for everyone to leave, it's very dangerous here." Uehara reminded him a few words out of basic kindness, then turned and left.

Before he had taken two steps, a slight explosion sounded behind him. Uehara looked back and said, "You deserve it."

Not one of the twenty or so people watching the excitement escaped. They followed the footsteps of the unknown ninja and burned one after another.

"Are those who were burned by the flames and attached to their bodies, unable to move?" Uehara looked at the scattered torches with interest. These miserable guys couldn't even scream.

The flames were burning on his face, and Uehara could still clearly see the horrified expression on the other person's face. "Hey, can you talk?" Uehara approached the nearest Pyro and asked.

Not hearing any sound, Uehara frowned, took out a bottle of water and poured it over, "Boom!" It was like water was poured into the burning gasoline, the flames shot out of Lao Gao, and sporadic sparks also jumped to Uehara's body, and finally

It slid down against his armor like oil.

This guy was probably dead. Uehara used his ninja sword to pick at his clothes. Unexpectedly, he shook his head and his skull got stuck, breaking off his cervical vertebrae and falling directly to the ground.

The temperature of the flames was not high, the fierce flames did not have the burning sensation of rushing towards the face, and ordinary water could not extinguish the fire and would only fuel the fire. These were the only two pieces of information Uehara received.

The town boiled instantly, and the running and wailing crowds fled in panic, but one after another they stopped running and turned into raging torches.

The sky turned red. When Uehara looked up, everything seemed to be dyed in color. It was morning, but the clouds seemed to be the color of burning clouds, and the sun was more like a red setting sun.

I thought it was a color difference in the protective goggles. When I took the glasses off and looked again, it was still the same color as if I had entered a different world.

The sky seems to be getting closer and closer, slowly pressing towards the earth.

"It's raining, go home and collect your clothes..." Uehara muttered, turned around and ran away.

"Auntie, are my clothes ready, ah..."

Standing in front of the clothing store was the same torch, with her hand outstretched, as if calling someone. No wonder, Uehara seemed to vaguely hear someone calling him to go into the house and hide.

The crackling sound was the sound of burning flesh. Uehara frowned and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"We, a hundred people, have stayed here for a long time. This is a place worth remembering." Uehara drew out his ninja sword with a bang, and looked at the red sky covered like a pot lid, "Assholes, who are you?!"

"Mystery——" With his legs slightly bent, Uehara put his hand on the knife box behind his back. The mechanism had not yet been fully opened. He was debating whether it would be better to use a long-range attack or to get close and cut with a knife.

"Dancing in the air!"

Uehara, who was obviously more afraid of death, finally chose to use powerful close-quarters sword skills and long-range attack skills.

One knife flew out, the second whirled out, and then the third. After dozens of knives were thrown, there was a bang, and several red and yellow clothes fell from the sky that exploded like fireworks.

ninja.

"Zhazha, vulnerable." The real enemy finally showed up, and Uehara looked at them contemptuously.

He held a ninja sword in his left hand and pointed it diagonally at the ground, and in his right hand was a huge black ninja umbrella. Now, the umbrella was burned to the ground, leaving only the metal handle.

"Now it seems that this kind of flame can't be used against metal." Throwing away the umbrella handle, Uehara had a countermeasure in mind.

"Mom, where have you been!"

"Where are you going!"

Uehara, who was about to take out the puppet, stopped. He turned around and looked around. A little girl of four or five years old ran out of the clothing store. She rubbed her eyes and probably just woke up. When she came out, she didn't find her mother but was covered in

The red environment scares me.

"Stop! I'll fight again later!" Uehara took two steps back, giving up his plan to fight immediately.

Seeing that the enemy did not catch up, Uehara rushed back in two steps, "Little girl..."

"Where's mom?" Without saying any words of comfort, the chubby little girl looked at Uehara with tears in her eyes, "Brother, have you seen mom?"

"...She asked me to take you away." Uehara smiled reluctantly, "Hurry up, pack your favorite toys, we have to leave."

The little girl nodded obediently and got into the house. When she left, she looked at the scary skeleton standing at the door with puzzled eyes. It was just a skeleton. She couldn't tell who it was.

After a while, more and more ninjas seemed to be arriving. They were not just a bunch of people. They all had the same clothes. Moreover, the dark red sky was obviously a large-scale ninjutsu that required many people to perform together.

He really wanted to taunt the enemy, but until now, Uehara just raised his middle finger towards the enemy, and then he slowly separated into two clones, one with the eagle-beak mask of Toya, and the other with the ghost face of Wu Xinliu.

There is another one, Bai Wuchang.

Psychological tactics master Cheng Cheng has said that a ferocious mask will oppress the enemy in close combat, and will cover up the fluctuations in his eyes without revealing his tactical intentions.

"We are the Sanyo clan. We are employed by Nobu-sama Kamiizumioka of Tian Country." The leader of the ninja stood up, as if he wanted to negotiate. "If you are a passing ninja, there is no need for us to have a conflict. You can leave."

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"Do you know who I am?" Uehara shook out a half-embroidered cloak, "Yondaime," Uehara pointed to two words and said one word at a time, "There are two words "future" and "embroidery" below.

Come out, my uncle, the Fourth Tsuchikage."

"The art of instantaneous body!"

The kunai instantly penetrated the opponent's kunai. Uehara didn't even adjust his direction. He directly used his steel body to knock away the person blocking the way and beheaded the opponent's commander.

"Whoever you are," Uehara said with a cruel smile, almost close to the other person's ear, "As a person who has lived twice, I should do whatever I want. There is no need to wrong myself, right? And

Now, I want to... kill you all!"

"Ninjutsu - the art of psychic communication!"

The stupid owl couldn't fly, and a huge red spider appeared at Uehara's feet. The four-legged spider could actually stand still.

As the leader of the samurai, Nobu Kamizumioka could not completely command the Sanyo clan. Therefore, the Sanyo clan was forced to become mercenary ninjas after the ninja village was destroyed not long ago. It split into two groups. One group assisted Nobu Kamizumioka in guarding Tian Country.

And the other group of guys who are not willing to fail are determined to take revenge on Konoha.

Revenge requires rebuilding the Ninja Village and huge amounts of money.