Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

This is a question with different answers depending on your standpoint.

For example: From a utilitarian perspective, in terms of quantity, it is absolutely worth it.

However, even from a utilitarian perspective, there are differences in personal value: one genius, rich man, great man, and 1 poor, elderly, weak, and disabled people, is the former more valuable than the latter?

This question is a trap.

Whether you are willing or not, this is the most common answer to this question.

However, Menma is the kind of person who would jump into a trap even if he knew it was a trap. He answered so readily: "I am willing, as long as the decision is in my hands."

"What if it was you who was sacrificed?" Pixis asked.

If it were Alvin, how would he respond? Would he be willing to sacrifice himself?

Menma replied: "I will only select 500 relatively outstanding people to live, and let the other 500 die with me."

This surprised Pixis and he found it very amusing.

Although he couldn't understand the boy's thoughts.

However, this is Menma's extremely abstract idea: five hundred people are burning paper up there, five hundred people are accompanying him to fight in the underworld below, with a hundred thousand flags to slay Yama Luo and overthrow the reactionary rule of the underworld, five hundred people are tearing up the book of life and death below, and five hundred people are conquering the world up there.

However, these premises are: I can decide who to sacrifice.

The elite class of the garrison corps has many privileges.

For example: free use of three-dimensional maneuvering devices and priority for supplies.

But this is what gives Rico a headache.

I still remember the mission of the garrison corps: to attract the giants around the Trost District to the wall, and then use fixed cannons to clear the giants to clear obstacles for the Survey Corps' travel.

The task is simple.

The task of the elite class is to go out and follow the troops that attract giants, ensure their safety, and avoid situations where "a giant runs very fast" or "a giant suddenly attacks" and causes casualties to the stationed troops.

Before that, Menma had to go to the training corps as a senior of the garrison corps elite class to receive the 100th batch of graduates. This was the task assigned to him by Rico.

"I'm just a kid, huh?" Menma questioned. "Is it really okay for me to do this?"

Obviously, he was not very willing to do this job.

but......

The more he behaved like this, the more forceful Miss Rico would be in giving him the job.

Because as they spent more time together, Rico discovered a way to control Menma: to reduce the number of times he caused trouble, he had to keep assigning him these unimportant, tedious tasks.

But little does he know...

This was exactly what Mian Ma wanted.

If you want to expand your influence in the military, it is essential to contact and care for new recruits and juniors.

Menma took these new recruits and told them the history of the garrison corps.

These recruits are full of resentment.

It's not because of what Menma said, but because of Menma himself: they are not happy to be disciplined by a child who is much younger than them.

Menma had of course noticed this as well.

After the explanation, Menma took them to their respective teams, and in the end only the girl was left with Menma.

On the bridge at dusk, the boy leaned against the sturdy guardrail.

The breeze blew gently, lifting the hair in front of his forehead, but his eyes were always focused on the document in his hand. He could not hide his physical fatigue, and he yawned from time to time.

This is the girl’s personal information and graduation results.

Petra Aru, 15 years old...

Fighting skills 6, action 7, brain battle 7, coordination 9, gentleness 10...

"You've already made it into the top 10, so why don't you go to the Military Police?" Menma yawned.

"Don't say that, Senior Menma, isn't it the same for you?" Petra said with a smile: "Even though the Military Police Regiment sent an invitation letter, you still didn't go and chose the Garrison Regiment instead."

Petra's voice was like the spring breeze blowing gently over the flowers, so gentle and sweet, and her tone was soft and delicate, like cotton candy.

"And I have achieved what I have now, all thanks to you, Senior!"

In the soft afterglow of the setting sun, Petra's hands rested lightly on the shoulders of the petite boy, and the picture looked like a warm relationship between a sister and a brother.

Her hands were pale and delicate, her fingertips gently touching Menma's neck, and she leaned forward slightly, a playful smile on her lips and a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Menma and Petra met one year ago.

At that time, Petra was only 15 years old and very young. She was a trainee of the 100th batch of the Southern Training Corps. Her performance was only above average among the trainees, far from the top ten.

At that time, Menma was only a trainee of the 102nd batch. Logically, Menma should have called Petra "senior" or "senior", but he was already No. 1 among the trainees of the same period.

The training corps will have such courses...

The senior trainees in the early stage guide the trainees in the later stage...

The later trainees observed the courses of the senior trainees...

The training corps' courses include three major items: combat skills, three-dimensional mobile device training, and theoretical knowledge. The actual sub-items include: three-dimensional mobile training, giant theory, tactical theory, political courses brainwashing, etc., as well as human combat, gun use and maintenance, wilderness survival, horsemanship, and first aid for serious injuries...

Once, Petra from the 102nd class met Menma as a senior in the D Maneuvering Gear course.

In the training corps, in the supervision courses where seniors guide juniors, the seniors also have the power to nominate juniors. Petra was very curious about how such a young child got into the training corps, so she nominated him.

result......

Menma made him realize what it meant to be arrogant.

After demonstrating her skills, Petra was immediately ridiculed by Menma, "What! You've been training for two years, but you're still so lame." Menma said disdainfully.

Petra was very angry at being ridiculed, and was wondering how this child could be so rude, but before long, she was amazed by an incredible sight.

Petra, who was using a three-dimensional maneuvering device to shuttle through the forest, kept her eyes fixed on Menma. She saw that the young man was agile and was manipulating the three-dimensional maneuvering device like an eagle soaring in the sky, free and unrestrained.

The boy's movements were smooth and precise, and every detail revealed his profound skills and immense confidence.

Sometimes he dived rapidly, sometimes he rose lightly, and every turn and roll seemed to be carefully calculated and perfectly integrated into the entire flight trajectory.

Petra couldn't help but admire it. She had never seen such exquisite skills.

Watching the boy flying freely in the air, Petra seemed to feel the thrill of flying.

A strong urge surged in her heart, and she longed to master this skill like the child one day and fly freely in the air. There was a determined light in her eyes, as if she had already seen her future.

Thus, their identities were reversed.

Petra always acts like a junior, using the skills of coaxing a child and humbly asking for advice.

Although Menma's words are very unpleasant to hear...

"If you are not good at it, just practice more. If you can't learn it, don't learn it."

"What? A three-dimensional maneuvering device is difficult? Wouldn't it be enough to have hands?"

"You can't even do this question? There's no hope. Try again and refresh your account."

But Petra's subject scores were improving at a visible rate, and by the third year, she had just reached a level where she was consistently among the top ten students of her peers.

The relationship between them is just like this now.

Time returns to the present.

Recently, Bertolt in the refugee camp has been very troubled.

because......

Just as Ani said, she seemed to have really seduced a noble (referring to Menma), moved into a house in the city, and led a comfortable life.

"Isn't this good?" Reiner didn't care, "As long as I can complete my mission as a warrior."

Menma, he would come to visit Ani from time to time and help her with various troubles. Although it was just a convenience in Menma's eyes, in Ani's eyes, it was a special treatment for herself.

after all......

I have been with this guy since I broke the wall. I don't know when Ani got this confidence.

Maybe it was at that time?

Remember a few days ago...

In the narrow and dark alley, the girl's eyes were as calm as a lake.

Ani was being surrounded by a group of thugs, their eyes were full of provocation and malice, Ani's mind was racing with thoughts of how to escape.

What a trouble...

At this moment, the familiar figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley.

They showed ferocious smiles and attacked the boy.

The boy was agile and easily dodged their attacks, then quickly counterattacked.

His fists smashed into the bad boys like hammers, knocking them to the ground one by one.

His appearance made her feel an unprecedented sense of security.

From that moment on, Ani felt that he had become someone special to him.

Back to the present, after meeting up with Reiner and Bertolt to exchange information (and showing off her current life), on the way back, Annie felt that she was in a good mood, and her previously cold face now seemed a little softer.

On the bustling commercial street, the petite girl walked quietly.

Her figure was slender and frail, like a flower bud about to bloom, and she stood out in the crowd.

Ani has a handsome face and delicate features, but his eyes reveal indifference and alienation, like a bottomless lake, indifferent to everything around him, giving people a cold and noble feeling.

On the bustling commercial street, she seemed to be an independent being, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the people around her, and just walking quietly on her own way.

only......

Today is something special.

She stopped in front of a street vendor, her eyes attracted by the things inside.

Menma, you will come to see me today...

Should I buy him some gifts...

So what does he like?

Forget it, just buy something, men are very easy to satisfy animals...

But soon, her confidence was dashed.

Ani's mood was originally like a summer breeze, light and full of expectations. She thought she occupied a unique position in the boy's heart, and that special feeling made her feel like she was floating in the clouds.

However, that evening when the sun was setting, when she accidentally passed the road home, she came across this scene.

Her eyes passed through the crowd and fell on the heartbreaking picture.

The black-haired girl (Sasha) was clinging tightly to Menma's arms, the two figures were so close together that they seemed to have merged into one.

Ani's heart felt as if pierced by an icy arrow, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

She stood there, stunned, as if frozen in that moment.

Her eyes were fixed on the two men. Her mind was in a mess and she couldn't think. She could only feel a strong sense of loss and despair. The cruel reality made Ani's heart feel as if it was torn apart and she was in excruciating pain.

However, Ani did not go over to disturb them. She turned around and left silently, burying the pain and loss deep in her heart.

Menma went to visit Ani in the evening as usual, but Ani's attitude towards him was very indifferent, even cold. "If there is nothing else, you can leave." She said coldly.

Just the scent of the strange girl on Menma made Ani feel nauseous.

For several days in a row, Ani treated Mian Ma like this.

until......

Menma, who belongs to the elite squad of the garrison corps, is going out to perform a mission outside the wall.

On the vast field, Menma was sitting steadily on the horse's back. Although he was only ten years old, his skill in riding a horse was extremely proficient and was not inferior to that of an adult.