Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 271 Can you give everything for me?

The Land of Water, a small town on the northern border.

Large, fluffy snowflakes fell in a flurry, quickly covering the entire town in a thick layer of white.

The shops on both sides of the street closed early, and occasionally a pedestrian would hurry past, wrapped tightly in their clothes. No one would notice the corner full of garbage deep in the alley.

A small, thin figure huddled next to a pile of garbage.

It was a little kid who looked no more than five or six years old, wearing tattered shorts and a t-shirt, and although he was barefoot, he didn't seem to feel the cold.

But those dark eyes remained open.

Quietly watching the snowflakes fall one by one, there was no sadness or anger in his expression, only a heart-palpitating calm and numbness.

Da Da Da~

Footsteps could be heard.

A woman wrapped in a thick cotton coat walked over carrying a bag of garbage and casually tossed it onto the garbage heap.

The woman caught a glimpse of the little devil huddled in the corner out of the corner of her eye. A look of disgust instantly flashed across her face. She quickened her pace and left without looking back.

After the woman had walked away, the little devil slowly stood up and opened the bag of newly thrown trash.

Inside, all I could see were rotten vegetable scraps and fish bones.

The little devil picked out the fish bone, put it in his mouth and slowly gnawed on it, then shrank back into the corner and continued to look at the sky.

It seems that this is his entire daily life.

Wait, search, and then wait some more.

In Kirigakure, there are too many homeless children like him.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the little devil curled himself up again, trying to retain the last bit of body heat.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over him.

The little devil paused for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

What came into view were two figures, a man and a woman.

The woman was very beautiful, with smooth black hair and a gentle face, and she was wrapped in a dark cloak.

And the man————

The little devil's pupils suddenly contracted.

He couldn't quite describe what the feeling was like, but his innate bloodline power made him perceive temperature far beyond that of ordinary people.

It was as if there was a raging furnace burning inside the man in front of me!

That immense, breathtaking yet warm vitality, amidst the icy snow, was like a sun fallen to earth.

This feeling—I've never had it before.

"Oh?"

Yamashiro Aoba looked down at the little kid huddled next to the garbage heap, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Then a blue light appeared in his eyes.

really!

Aoba's smile deepened.

"Can you feel it?"

He crouched down to be at eye level with the kid, his tone carrying a hint of genuine appreciation, "What an unexpected bonus."

The little devil tilted his head, and the reflection of Qingye was seen in his clear yet lifeless eyes.

"Little brat."

Aoba's voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear, "Do you want someone to need you?"

The little devil's body trembled slightly.

A ripple suddenly appeared in those eyes that were originally as calm as still water.

"Would you give me everything?"

Aoba's voice remained calm, without any temptation or coercion; he was simply stating a simple question.

The little devil stared at the man before him, who was like the sun, and remained silent for a long time.

In this cold world, he was always a superfluous person, and even his own father wanted to kill him because of his abilities.

need?

Would anyone really need this monster?

The little devil stared at Qingye with his clear eyes for a very long time without blinking.

then.

He nodded firmly, then got up and walked to Aoba's side.

"very good."

Aoba's smile widened as she reached out and ruffled his snowflake-covered hair.

"From this day forward, your abilities and your life belong to me."

"What's your name?"

The little boy felt the warmth coming from above his head, a sense of security he had never experienced before. He looked up, his voice childish yet clear.

"white."

"Is it white? —"

Aoba smiled and said, "Alright, from now on I'll call you Shiro."

He stretched out his hand.

"Come with me."

Bai looked at the hand, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly reached out her small hand to grasp Qingye's warm palm.

Aoba held Shiro's hand with one hand and casually placed the other hand on Sakai Sachiko's shoulder beside her.

next second.

Swish!

The three figures vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving only a trail of footprints on the snow, soon to be buried by the wind and snow.

Shortly after the three disappeared.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Several figures wearing masks of the Hidden Mist Anbu landed beside the garbage heap like ghosts.

Where are they?

An undercover officer looked around, his gaze finally settling on the few sets of footprints on the snow that were about to be buried by the heavy snow.

"The chakra suddenly disappeared here, without leaving any other trace—it was as if it vanished into thin air."

The leader of the secret agents crouched down and examined the area carefully; his expression beneath the mask turned extremely grim.

"Send the intelligence out immediately!"

"The target has disappeared again!"

In a dense forest more than ten kilometers away from here.

A slender figure with reddish-brown curly hair and wearing a mask from the Mist Shadow Dark Division was quietly lurking in the treetop.

Suddenly, a messenger bird flew through the snow and landed on her shoulder.

Mei Terumi took down the intelligence scroll, glanced at it quickly, and her delicate eyebrows under the mask immediately furrowed tightly.

"off"

Terumi Miyabi gritted her teeth, tapped her feet, and disappeared from the spot.

We lost them again.

This is the third time.

"What's this guy's purpose in coming to the Land of Water?"

Mei Terumi gritted her teeth, her chakra suddenly erupted from her feet, and her figure turned into a blur, instantly disappearing from the spot.

Somewhere in Wuyin Village.

The room was dimly lit and extremely secluded.

A hunched, bald old man sat at a low table, holding a snake-head cane in his withered hand, his eyes slightly closed as if he were dozing.

squeak~

The door to the room was pushed open, and Mei Terumi strode into the room, casually removing the ANBU mask from her face to reveal a young and beautiful face.

"Master Yuanshi."

Terumi Mei knelt on one knee and respectfully reported to the leader.

"The target seems to have discovered our tracking. They apparently took a stray child with them along the way, and then the three of them disappeared into thin air."

"The aerial reconnaissance units also found no trace of the target flying away, so it must have used some kind of space-time ninjutsu."

After listening to Terumi Mei's report, Genji, who was sitting at the low table, kept his eyes closed and his expression remained unchanged.

However, at that moment...

Hiss~

The snake's mouth on the snake-headed cane in Master Yuan's hand slowly opened, and a thin snake tongue emerged from it, trembling gently.

Master Yuan's tightly closed eyes finally opened a crack.

"Keep the change, please."

Master Yuan's voice was old and hoarse, echoing in the empty room.

"The person has arrived."

What?!

Mei Terumi's pupils contracted sharply, and she immediately stood up and turned to look at the door.

This sight instantly sent a chill down her spine.

The two elite guards from the Mist Village who were supposed to be standing guard outside the door had somehow collapsed to the ground, their fates unknown.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows outside the door.

Mei Terumi's heart skipped a beat, and her body instinctively flashed in front of Genji, forming hand seals and instantly channeling her chakra to its maximum.

The person entered the room at a leisurely pace.

Under the light, that young and handsome face was clearly reflected in Mei Terumi's eyes.

He first glanced at Mei Terumi, his gaze indifferent, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, then looked past her at the old man behind him leaning on a snake-headed cane.

"You must be Master Yuan?"

Aoba's voice was calm, a confidence born of absolute strength.

Master Yuan raised his hand and gently patted Mei Mei's shoulder.

"Step back, Ming."

"If he wanted to kill us, you couldn't stop him. He meant no harm."

Mei Terumi gritted her teeth. Although she was filled with humiliation and resentment, she hesitated for a moment under the command of her master, and finally stepped aside, but her gaze remained fixed on Aoba.

Master Yuan squinted, looking the young man in front of him up and down.

"I am the Grand Master."

His voice was hoarse and slow, giving the impression that he was about to pass away.

"I never expected that in the ninja world today, there would still be someone who recognizes this old man who is about to be buried."

Master Yuan sighed, his tone carrying an undisguised astonishment.

"What I never expected was that the ninja world would now have someone like Lord Aoba—a genius comparable to Hashirama Senju."

The fact that Master Yuan could say such a thing shows that he already has a detailed understanding of the information about Yamashiro Aoba.

"It is truly an honor to receive praise from Senior Master Yuan."

Aoba smiled and walked over to a chair and sat down without any hesitation.

"I have the utmost respect for you."

"If it weren't for your tireless efforts in maintaining things behind the scenes, Kirigakure would probably have fallen apart long ago, wouldn't it?"

Aoba's words hit the nail on the head.

Because at this time, Kirigakure was plunged into an unprecedented nightmare.

The Fourth Mizukage, Yagura Karatachi, not only restarted the Blood Mist policy from the Third Mizukage's era, but he was even more insane and radical than during the Third Mizukage's time.

In Kirigakure today, students at the Ninja Academy must have the blood of their former comrades on their hands to graduate.

Even more terrifying was the brutal purge of families with bloodline limits.

In other ninja villages, bloodline limits were seen as a symbol of honor and powerful combat strength, but in Kirigakure, they were regarded as freaks and ominous symbols, and were subjected to inhumane massacres.

If it weren't for the secret protection of Master Yuan, a genius ninja like Mei Terumi with a bloodline limit would probably have been the first to be purged.

In the original timeline, Hozuki Mangetsu and Ringo Ameyuri were persecuted under such circumstances.

It can be said that it was this old fellow, Master Yuan, who, through his prestige and methods, managed to preserve the last glimmer of future for Kirigakure.

Upon hearing Qingye reveal the current state of Wuyin, Yuan Shi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Lord Qingye, since you are so knowledgeable about the situation in our Wuyin, then I will get straight to the point."

Master Yuan stared intently at Qingye and asked in a deep voice.

"What is your purpose in suddenly visiting Kirigakure this time?"

"Do you represent the will of Konoha's leadership—or are you merely representing yourself?"

Master Yuan's question was extremely pointed.

If Aoba came on behalf of Konoha, then this is a political event between two major powers.

But if Aoba came on his behalf—

That would make the situation even more serious. With Yamashiro Aoba's current strength, he alone is comparable to a ninja army.

Why is he alone in a ninja village in another country?

If Aoba would have considered the village's position before, well...

hehe----

Aoba couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Elder Yuan, you don't need to use the village to intimidate me."

Aoba leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and spoke with a hint of nonchalance.

"I hate trouble the most."

"The reason I came to Kirigakure is because recently, several other major ninja villages have been spreading false rumors about me in the underworld, and even put an exorbitant bounty on my head."

"I feel my reputation has been severely damaged, so I've decided to personally visit the various villages and find your 'shadows' to have a good chat about life."

"That's why our first stop is Kirigakure."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Mei Terumi, standing to the side, was speechless upon hearing such a ridiculous reason, her lips twitching uncontrollably.

Damaged reputation?

Want to chat about life with people from different villages?

Listen to this! Is this even human language?!

But immediately afterward, an indescribable sense of humiliation surged into Mei Terumi's heart.

Too embarrassing!

That's incredibly arrogant!

He dared to venture alone into Kirigakure, one of the five great ninja villages, and even threatened to go to other villages to "reason" with their Kage!

Why did they choose Kirigakure as their first stop? That shows how much they look down on Kirigakure!

This is simply rubbing salt into the wound and trampling on the dignity of Kirigakure!

However, Yuan Shi, sitting opposite Qingye, remained calm despite Qingye's extremely arrogant words.

"I see."

Master Yuan nodded slightly, as if he truly believed Qingye's nonsense.

"Since Lord Aoba came to chat with the Mizukage, why didn't you go to the Mizukage's building, but instead came to this old man's place?"

Upon hearing this question, Aoba's lips curled into a faint smile.

He slowly sat up straight, looked directly at Master Yuan, and said, word by word.

"The reason I didn't go to see Yagura Karatachi —"

"It's because after I entered Kirigakure, I discovered something very interesting."

Qingye paused deliberately, looking at Yuan Shi.

"Elder Yuan, haven't you ever had any doubts—"

"That guy sitting in the Water Shadow Building, issuing all sorts of crazy orders—"

"Then, is this still your Mizukage?"

boom!

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding loudly in the room.

The Yuan Master, who had been keeping his eyes half-closed, shuddered violently the moment he heard those words. His cloudy old eyes suddenly widened, emitting an unbelievable and terrifying light!

Hidden Mist Village.

A perpetual fog shrouds this blood-stained village, and the air seems to always carry an inescapable stench of blood.

After a period of covert investigation, Kisame finally confirmed a fact that he found utterly absurd.

Lord Mizukage is right.

Suigetsu Hobutsuki, the superior to whom he had always been loyal and obeyed orders, was actually secretly selling the village's confidential information to the enemy country.

"Heh—hehe—"

Kisame lowered his head, looking at his own hands, and let out a low, hoarse, and miserable laugh.

These hands are stained with the blood of their comrades.

To protect the intelligence from being leaked, he did not hesitate to swing his knife at his former comrades-in-arms.

He always believed that he was protecting the village and carrying out the most sacred mission of a ninja.

But now?

What he fought so hard to protect, even at the cost of the guilt of killing his comrades, was sold off by his superior to the enemy for profit, like trash.

What about the people he killed?

What is protection? What is a village?

Kisame didn't understand.

He felt as if he were living in a hellish world full of lies and betrayal, killing familiar people day after day.

"Since that's the case—then I'll end all of this."

Kisame slowly drew the ninja sword from his back, the last trace of confusion in his eyes replaced by a cold killing intent.

Since this world is fake, then kill the people who create the fake world.

Just as Kisame was about to take action, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Kisame's body stiffened abruptly, and his pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

impossible!

How could she—

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