Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 120 The boomerang I shot hit me?!

Qingye pointed into the distance, as if it were not a barren desert, but a whole world!

"Whether it's Konoha, Sunagakure, or any other major power, on the surface they appear glamorous, with strict hierarchies and meticulous operations. But in reality, they are rife with perfunctory work, buck-passing, incompetence, and willfulness."

"Those who sit in high positions are not necessarily very clever; they are just playing their roles in that position."

"but."

Aoba turned to look at Yecang.

"If we therefore believe that the world is beyond saving or worth living for, then we are only limiting our understanding to the superficial ugliness."

"Recognizing that it's a makeshift operation doesn't mean we should despise life or give up trying. Rather, it means that by recognizing this truth, we can lower our expectations, remain rational, and stop pursuing so-called perfectionism."

"In this same makeshift team, there are also those who are not perfunctory or shirking their responsibilities, but are working diligently to make the world a better place."

Aoba recalled a sentence she had read in her previous life.

"There is only one heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and to love it."

Ye Cang stood there, stunned.

A huge makeshift team.

Even after recognizing the truth, one can still love life.

These words struck Ye Cang like a heavy hammer, reigniting the fire in her heart that had been extinguished.

"After recognizing the harsh realities of life, can one still love life?"

Yekura muttered to himself.

She looked up at Qingye, and her previously confused expression gradually cleared.

The scorching fireballs surrounding him slowly died down.

"Let's go."

Yekura stepped aside to make way for him, while simultaneously gesturing for him to retreat.

Although the Sand Ninja hiding in the shadows were somewhat puzzled, they still faithfully carried out Pakura's orders.

Thanks.

Aoba gave her a deep look.

"Sometimes, an individual does not represent the village."

"Although that person may hold a high position in the village, when he shows malice towards us, it only represents his personal actions and not the village's."

"The village represents those ordinary companions, those family members waiting in the rear, and those who are still trying to make a living."

After saying this...

Aoba shouted "Let's go!" towards the sand dunes, then his chakra exploded beneath his feet, and he shot off like an arrow.

Two more afterimages followed closely behind Aoba; they were Uchiha Kei and Ryoichi.

Soon, the three dark figures disappeared into the vast night.

Yecang stood there, motionless for a long time.

Soon, from the surrounding darkness, several Sand Ninja emerged and stood quietly beside her.

Yecang waved his hand.

"Let's go back."

The wind whistled past my ears.

Uchiha Kei and Ishida Ryoichi followed closely behind Aoba, and the three of them moved very fast.

There was no communication; they simply continued on their way in silence.

The moment I saw the signal, I knew that even if they went back, they would only be cleaning up the mess.

Based on the distance between the D13 base and the command post, even if they travel at full speed, it would still take them at least half an hour.

For battles between ninjas, half an hour is enough to end everything.

Since Sunagakure planned this attack and specifically sent Yotsuba to contain Aoba, it shows that they were fully aware of the command headquarters' troop deployment.

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Half an hour later.

When the three finally arrived at the perimeter of the command post, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning.

The once heavily guarded camp is now a ruin.

There were even scattered sparks flickering in the wind.

"stop!"

Several Konoha ninjas leaped out of the shadows, aiming their kunai at Aoba and his two companions.

They were all injured and looked extremely tense.

"D13 Garrison Squad, Yamashiro Aoba".

Qingye stopped and showed his identity badge.

After confirming the nameplate and the code, the other party's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the weapon in their hand dropped.

"You're too late."

The leading ninja's voice was hoarse, and his face showed undisguised grief.

"How is the situation?"

"Qingye asked."

"The losses are severe. The commander-in-chief was killed in action, and the medical team suffered heavy losses!"

Aoba didn't feel anything about the death of the commander-in-chief, but when he heard that the medical team had suffered heavy losses, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Thanks."

After nodding his thanks, Aoba walked directly past the ninjas and headed into the camp.

Uchiha Kei and Ishida Ryoichi followed closely behind.

The deeper you go into the camp, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.

The once neat tent area is now a scorched wasteland. Amidst the broken walls and ruins, Konoha ninjas are moving through the rubble, carrying the wounded and the dead.

Some ninjas were groaning softly, while most others were silently carrying the bodies of their comrades.

Aoba didn't stop and walked straight towards the medical department.

That was the heart of the entire camp, and also the most tragic place at that moment.

Even before getting close, an even stronger stench of blood wafted over them.

In the center of the camp, an open space had been cleared out, where rows of corpses were neatly arranged, covered with blood-stained white sheets.

At a cursory glance, there were at least several dozen bodies.

Aoba slowed his pace, and his gaze quickly settled on a figure huddled in a corner.

Tomiko.

That female ninja who always followed Ueno-sensei around, a bit absent-minded but cheerful.

She was covered in dirt, her medical gown stained with blood, and her shoulders were heaving violently.

Aoba's heart sank suddenly.

He stepped forward, the sand beneath his feet making a slight scraping sound.

Yumiko noticed someone approaching and slowly raised her head.

It was a face streaked with tears, and the eyes were red and swollen.

When she realized that the person who came was Qingye, her tense emotions instantly collapsed, and she burst into even louder sobs.

"Aoba—I'm so sorry—Waaah—It's all my fault—"

She rushed over, grabbed Qingye's clothes, and tears streamed down her face as she mumbled apologies repeatedly.

"It was the teacher—who blocked it to save me—"

The fragmented words and phrases are enough to piece together the cruel truth.

Aoba reached out and gently touched Yumiko's head, his movements somewhat stiff.

His gaze passed over Yumiko and landed on the corpse covered with a white sheet in front of her.

One corner of the white cloth was not fully covered, revealing a pale hand.

Aoba ripped off her sunglasses and stared intently at the hand.

The hand had lost all color, but the fingertips remained slightly bent, as if it were trying to grasp something in its last moments.

Aoba took a difficult step and slowly walked to the body.

He squatted down.

He reached out and his fingertips touched that cold palm.

There was a thick callus on the web of his hand, a mark left from years of holding a scalpel. There was a thin, old scar on the side of his index finger, an accidental cut he made while guiding an anatomical experiment.

The surrounding noise and weeping seemed to disappear at that moment.

The scene from my memory suddenly popped up.

At the operating table, this hand had held his countless times, correcting the angle at which he made the incision.

In the office, this hand had slapped him hard on the head, accompanied by a hearty laugh: "Aoba, you're a natural-born medical ninja! You'll definitely surpass Lady Tsunade someday!"

Aoba's fingers trembled slightly.

He gently pinched a corner of the white cloth and slowly lifted it.

Ueno-sensei's familiar face appeared.

Gone was the usual seriousness, and the exasperation he felt when scolding him. Ueno-sensei's eyes were closed, and a trace of blood remained at the corner of his mouth, but his expression was not ferocious. Instead, it carried a sense of relief and peace.

A huge, penetrating wound on his chest was a shocking sight; it was a fatal injury.

Aoba watched quietly.

He has always considered himself a time traveler, a "player" who is familiar with the plot.

He is rational, indifferent, and calculating; even when it comes to saving lives, it is the result of weighing the pros and cons.

In this world, apart from Kurenai Yuhi and Kurenai, everyone else is just an NPC to advance the plot, a two-dimensional character on the background.

He believes that by digitizing everything, he can maintain absolute composure.

But now he knows he was wrong!

Looking at the teacher lying on the ground.

The teacher who always scolded him for "not doing his job properly," yet who unreservedly imparted all the knowledge he had acquired throughout his life.

The teacher, O, who went so far as to swallow her pride and even confront the hospital director in order to keep this "genius" in the hospital.

died.

A warm drop of liquid slid down from the corner of her eye without warning, dripping onto Ueno-sensei's no longer rising and falling chest, leaving a small dark stain.

Aoba subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face.

It's wet.

It turns out I wasn't an outsider after all.

This is not a game.

There was no way to reload the save file.

When someone dies, they are truly dead.

Those teachings, those cares, those vivid memories, all came to an abrupt end at this moment.

"Heh—hehe, hahaha—"

Aoba tilted her head back and suddenly laughed, then muttered to herself, "What's this?"

The boomerang I shot hit me?!

He had long suspected that the Sand Village Society would attack the command center, but he harbored resentment towards Sarutobi Shinnosuke, and this opinion led him to choose to remain neutral.

If he could have returned in time to provide support, or reported the incident to raise awareness, wouldn't the situation have been better, and Professor Ueno wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself?

That's how people are; it's easy to advise others, but hard to advise themselves!

"Turns out, I'm just an ordinary person after all!"

Huh~

Aoba lowered her head and took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the complex and surging emotions in her heart.

He extended his right hand, his palm glowing with a pale blue chakra light, and pressed it directly onto Ueno-sensei's cold forehead.

The Art of Mind Reading

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

A Konoha ninja who was on guard nearby noticed Aoba's actions and immediately rushed over.

He believed that Aoba was blaspheming the deceased.

However, he hadn't gotten close yet.

A handful of yellow sand gushed out from the gourd behind Qingye at great speed, directly hitting the ninja in the chest.

A muffled thud.

The ninja was sent flying backward and crashed heavily several meters away.

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