Open a Timeline in the Ninja World

Chapter 133 Itachi on the battlefield
"Itachi, I need a bundle of detonating charms."

"Itachi, get the tranquilizer"

"Itachi, help me get the liquid food bag."

The four-year-old Uchiha boy ran behind the battlefield, dedicating his strength to his village as much as possible.

This is the No. 12 day of Weasel's No. [-] days on the battlefield with his father Fu Yue.

No one would send a four-year-old child to the battlefield to fight against the enemy, but the weasel still served as an orderly on the front line, doing what he could.

At first, the people around would murmur about the existence of the little itachi, but the little itachi's diligence and excellence, and the perfect completion of any trivial things in an orderly manner, made all the Konoha ninjas who came into contact with him highly appreciate it.

It is a joyful thing to be appreciated by other people, which makes Xiao Weasel feel that his contribution is meaningful.

At first, the little weasel was very active in completing all the arrangements entrusted by others, but gradually the little weasel became unhappy.

"Linzhen is dead. Ami is dead and Datun is dead"

Little Weasel whispered one name after another. These were the people he had contacted on the front line recently, they all knew each other's names, and they were all people who had praised Little Weasel.

They were all dead, and the living ones went to the battlefield to fight, and only one cold corpse returned in the end.

Little Weasel clutched his chest, he felt that it was very oppressive.

"Itachi, it's time to eat. Today's food is okay, it's braised pork." Someone called Itachi, who was Itachi's companion, an adult Uchiha clansman, and also an orderly.

He handed the food box to Itachi.

The ferret was eating warm food, looking at the crystal clear, fat and lean roasted meat in the food box, the little ferret felt nauseous for no reason.

"Ugh, I'm not hungry yet." Weasel evaded, suppressing his uncomfortable feeling.

"That's right." The man didn't take it seriously, and ate on his own.

Soon, Fu Yue came to visit his child.

"Itachi, how is it? Are you still used to being on the front line?" Fuyue was full of enthusiasm, looking expectantly at Itachi.

Under such expectant gaze, Itachi wanted to tell his father that he was doing well.But the discomfort in his heart made Itachi hesitate for a moment, he wanted to confide his discomfort to his father.

At this time, Itachi's companion opened his mouth to report to Fuyuehui:
"Master Patriarch, Itachi is really outstanding. The war did not frighten this child. He completed all the tasks perfectly!"

This Uchiha man was full of praises for Itachi, which made Fuyue happy to hear it.

"Okay, as expected of my son, Itachi, you are really outstanding." Fuyue said with satisfaction.

Seeing his father's happy look, Xiao Weasel swallowed what he wanted to say, and just accepted his father's praise sullenly.

Fu Yue stretched out his arms to give his child a hug.

But Itachi couldn't feel the warmth from it, he could only smell the vague smell of blood from Fuyue's body.

After Fu Yue left, Xiao Weasel finally couldn't help running to the corner, retching alone.

Finally, it was busy until late at night, and the little weasel who just drank some water was hungry and tired, but he couldn't sleep, his chest was oppressed, and he felt nauseous.

He tossed and turned, with the image of his father eager and looking forward to it on the one hand, and the image of killing people on the battlefield with his hands full of blood on the other.

Finally Itachi couldn't bear it anymore, and ran outside to have a wind by himself.

Little Weasel looked into the distance, which was the direction of Konoha, he missed his mother a little bit.

But then he looked in another direction, which was the battlefield.

Until now, there are still obvious explosions and sometimes indistinct screams.

Little Weasel gradually became dazed, he suddenly had an urge, he wanted to go to the real battlefield, to see with his own eyes what the war that caused him so much pain and suffering looked like.

Like the blur of looking at flowers in the fog, the direction of the battlefield is like a fascinated attraction to the weasel.

"Son, are you here alone?"

Little Weasel looked sideways, seeing a familiar person.

The distinctive white right pupil is the senior of the clan, Uchiha Chiaki who was recognized by his father.

"Senior." The little weasel said politely.

"Can I sit next to you?" Qian Ming asked.

Little Weasel nodded slightly, and Qian Ming sat beside him.

Weasel and Qianming looked at the night scene together, listened to the sound of fighting in the distance, and listened to the groans of the wounded as small as mosquitoes.

It was because there was one more person by his side, and the wild thoughts in Xiao Weasel's mind were much less, and he began to pay attention to the senior beside him.

"Son, did you learn anything on the front line?" Qian Ming asked.

"...helped some people and did my best." Weasel whispered.

A complex emotion surged in his heart, which turned into blurted words:
"...Those who accepted my help died in the end."

"That's because your strength is too weak, child." Qian Ming said calmly.

"Is it because of my weakness?" Little Weasel asked suddenly, he seemed to have found the reason for his pain.

But I heard Qian Ming continue: "In the face of the behemoth of war, everyone's strength is weak, and I am the same. Even if I kill hundreds of enemies on the battlefield, I still can't stop the ninjas in the village from dying one by one.

In the face of war, Lian Ying seemed weak.

Everyone is a participant in war, but war is like a hungry monster, it will stop eating only when it is full of human life.The war will cease. "

"Even Hokage-sama seems insignificant, war is a monster," murmured Weasel.

He suddenly became excited, and he asked Qian Ming:
"Then how can we kill the monster of war, so that war will never come again."

Weasel is a being who blames war for his own suffering and the passing of others.

Qian Ming looked at Xiao Weasel, and Xiao Weasel only felt that there was pity and wisdom in this senior's eyes.

"War does not exist in the world. When people have greed, war is like a shadow. War is the shadow of human nature." Qian Ming said.

"Then why is there greed? I know that everyone in the village doesn't want to fight, and everyone doesn't want to be sad because of the death of their relatives and companions!" Little Weasel excitedly said.

Qian Ming nodded and said: "No one likes death, death is the most awe-inspiring thing in life.

But it is precisely because of the fear of death that there is war. "

"What do you mean?" the weasel asked.

"Itachi," Qian Ming said,

"You know that in places other than Konoha, there is poverty and suffering. Some people don't even have enough to eat, and they even starve to death. They can't get food, and they can only survive by plundering other people's survival resources. war.

Weasel, do you think those who died because they didn't have enough to eat should die?
If they shouldn't die, should they plunder other people's food and cause other people's death?So those who should have survived and died because they were plundered of resources, should they die? "

Qian Ming asked three times in a row, and Xiao Weasel was completely shocked and confused.

He lost his mind for a long time, and finally lost his mind and said:

"Therefore, there must be wars and pain in the world. All of these are destined to happen and cannot be changed."

However, the weasel heard a contemptuous laugh.

Little Weasel saw Qianming's smile, contemptuous and wild.

Little Weasel saw contempt in Qian Ming's eyes, Qian Ming was contemptuous of war!
"Senior." Xiao Itachi suddenly had a glimmer of expectation in his heart, and he looked at Qianming expectantly.

"Itachi, you are a smart kid, you should be able to figure this out, right?" Qian Ming asked.

It was a look of anticipation, which was different from Fuyue's.Fuyue just expects the little itachi to meet his expectations, while Qianming's eyes are expecting the little itachi to solve his pain.

Under such gaze, a light flashed in Xiao Weasel's mind:

"As long as there are sufficient resources, there will be no war in the world, right?"

The weasel asked excitedly.

Qian Ming snapped his fingers, nodded in approval and said, "That's it, but this is just the beginning. To realize such a world, it is more difficult than ending a war and killing tens of thousands of people."

But Xiao Weasel just asked: "But there is already an answer to eliminate war, right?"

　Thank you Bodhi Flower Night for your reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)