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Uehara truly became a monster-like existence in Iwagakure Village. He purged more than twenty ninja families and killed many people who others considered innocent. Even the children whom Uehara saved began to speak ill of him.

It's hard to be a good person, but it's even harder to be a bad guy and a seemingly innocent passerby.

Ninjas share weal and woe with the ordinary people in the village. Most civilian ninjas are also born in these ordinary families. When ninjas hate some or someone, it almost means that the whole village is not far away from doing so.

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In the original work, adults hated little Naruto as a Jinchuuriki. Gradually, this feeling influenced the children subtly. When Naruto was a child, he didn't even have a companion. It was really a miserable childhood.

I have never seen such heavy snow. It has been snowing day and night for so many days. Every night, the first thing to do in the morning is to clear the snow, and the roads need to be plowed again.

The air in the Land of Earth is dry, which aggravates the cold atmosphere. In the snowy world, the streets are covered with thick snow that has not yet been cleared, making it crunchy when you step on it.

A figure in a dark black cloak walked quietly through the street. A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing up his pale hair under his hood. It seemed that he couldn't stand the erosion of the cold air, and the young man couldn't help but shiver.

, tightening the already tight cloak again and again.

"Is there no one to sweep the snow?" Uehara frowned and glanced at the closed doors of every house. He muttered, somewhat dissatisfied, "What if an old lady falls down?"

You know, in the Heping Town that was destroyed just after it was built, the stagnant water and fallen leaves even in the small and inconspicuous corners were cleaned by specialized personnel.

After walking a few more steps, Uehara slowed down and heard something interesting.

Following the sound, Uehara hesitated and turned to another road at the fork in the road.

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"Wow! We're almost done!"

A child wearing a thick coat and a naughty bear cotton hat had a flushed face. He was excitedly showing off his achievements to his companions - neatly arranged rows after rows of fine workmanship.

The small snowballs he made. It seems that he has put great care into making them. Each snowball is very close to a regular round ball shape.

"We're done!" A more naughty little guy was just wearing single clothes, shivering but didn't care. He kept sniffing, "Then... let's get started!"

"good!"

"Whoop!!"

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The noise exploded in an instant, and a contest between the companions began.

In a village full of ninjas, even the children have remarkable tactical skills.

There are stronger children who mainly attack. They also know how to outflank and take advantage of the terrain to launch counterattacks. When a naughty child throws three snowballs with one hand, the snowballs eventually arc around the big tree and finally hit the ground with a thud.

When a kid poked his head in, Uehara's eyes were blinded.

"Are you from the Fuma Clan?" This was a semi-abandoned training ground, and Uehara was hiding behind a big tree and observing.

After Fuuga and his uncle Xiaogui Fufu graduated from the ninja school and officially embarked on the road of ninja, the ninja school in Iwagakure Village recruited another group of students.

Perhaps due to Tsuchikage Onoki's instructions and the influence of the series of purges in Uehara, the majority of the new students are from ninja families. In the past, the largest number of civilian ninjas in the ninja school in Iwagakure Village were

descendants and certain war orphans.

Another new generation began to grow up. Unknowingly, Uehara had gradually become the uncle's generation. Uehara thought with emotion.

Bang!

In the midst of his reverie, a snowball flew from nowhere and hit Uehara on the shoulder.

Somewhat stunned, Uehara came back to his senses and looked at the imps hiding in the trees, on the ground, and behind the big rocks. Only then did Uehara realize that this place had turned into a battlefield, and it moved really fast.

"Who is this guy?" Feng Mo Liedou tossed the snowball in his hand while communicating with his companions in a daze, "I...did we hit that guy?"

With the arrival of outsiders, snowballs were flying, and the fierce battle came to an abrupt end.

"Are we having a snowball fight?" Uehara looked around and showed a bright smile to the little ghosts. He leaned down and grabbed a handful of white snow and turned it into a small snowball after a few clicks. "Can I join?"

Want to have a snowball fight with an adult? The kiddies were silent for a moment.

"Liedou," Liedou was about to agree when his companion touched him with a serious expression and doubtful eyes, "Did you see the red on that guy's clothes? That spider... a red spider."

After being reminded by his companions, Reito stopped throwing snowballs. He thought of the story he had heard before coming to the village - an ANBU ninja who was more terrifying than the devil appeared in Iwagakure Village, and he massacred

There are many ninja families who don't even let their children go... My family warned me before coming here that in addition to completing necessary studies, I must not get into too much trouble. Tsuchikage Onoki has banned the privileges of ninja families and suppressed and eliminated ninja families to cultivate civilians.

The plan of the ninja. This is a terrible signal, especially those with red spider marks should not be provoked...

"Let me introduce myself first." Uehara grinned and began to introduce himself, "Although I don't know you, you must have heard of me, right? I am Uehara Doishi..."

"Run away!!" A scream of fear suddenly sounded after Uehara introduced his name.

The screams were accompanied by a crackling rain of snowballs flying from the sky.

"Everyone, leave now! This is the monster who likes to kill children!"

Being called a monster, this weird name made Uehara's smile freeze on his face. He was so stunned that he couldn't even dodge the snowball that hit his windbreaker.

There is no scary Anbu mask on his face, nor is there any oil paint on his face. Why do he call himself a monster? Uehara is puzzled.

Snowball's attack disappeared quickly as it came. Uehara found a direction with the strongest firepower and followed the footsteps to pursue him.

Uehara had rich tracking experience and was much faster than the imps, so after a while, the imps who were suspected of being from the Fuma clan were blocked by Uehara.

"That's very rude, little guy." Uehara casually threw the snowball in his hand and hit it on the trunk of the big tree with a bang, just a punch away from the head of the panting kid who was leaning against the big tree. "First time we met.

That’s all, why call me a monster?”

"I'm not afraid of you!!" Although he was indeed startled, Feng Mo Liedou still pretended to be calm and waved his fist to cheer himself up.

There was also a small snowball in his palm. He held it for too long and the snowball almost melted. To him, the small snowball seemed like a ninja's shuriken.

Uehara decided to teach the impolite kid a lesson. He opened the hood of his windbreaker and walked towards the weak kid step by step with a cold face.

That was such an oppressive look. Fuuma Ryito felt it was difficult to breathe, and his limbs were getting stiffer and stiffer. He looked like a rookie Sasuke who was oppressed by Zabuza's momentum.

What should you do when you still have the last weapon in your hand?

With a snap, the snowball hit Uehara directly on the forehead.

This seemed to be a signal, and the chaotic shouts created a battle-like atmosphere. Being exposed to the snowball attack had the same feeling as facing a rain of shurikens.

"Liedou, get out of here quickly!"

Support from his companions suddenly arrived. Liedou had a clever idea and regained consciousness in his hands and feet. He quickly jumped away.

"Bah!" Uehara spat out the snow foam flying in his mouth. He slowly combed his hair that was messed up by the scattered snowballs. His tone was both angry and funny, "You bastard kid, if you smash it again

I will be beaten."

A group of brats led by Feng Mo Lidou looked at me and I looked at you. Some of their companions had already gone to call Teacher Vanilla to get beaten. Is this such a thing? They all threw the snowballs in their hands in unison... (

To be continued)