Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

She lowered her head slightly, and her bright eyes seemed to be shrouded in a haze, having lost their former brilliance, and their eyes were empty and deep.

Armin comforted him, "It's okay, Menma is very strong, nothing should happen." But his tone was so unconfident when he said this.

The Survey Corps had a 90% mortality rate.

For example: when 100 people go to war, more than 80 people will die, and even their bodies cannot be found. It is considered lucky if they can rescue their limbs and arms.

Sasha didn't know that.

She didn't think that much. Being optimistic by nature, she sometimes even held the idea that "as long as we defeat the giants, the land will be back."

Thinking that Armin was praising Menma, she nodded and said very proudly, "Of course." As if she was showing off.

"Why, he only told you this," Mikasa murmured.

Sasha tilted her head and looked at her innocently: "Well, are you asking me?"

"Maybe it's because I'm his family," Sasha said, continuing to eat bread in big mouthfuls.

That's right.

In Menma's eyes, she is a relatively special existence.

Mikasa, Ani, Hrista, Ymir, Mina...

Allen, Armin...

Menma will only reply if they take the initiative to send letters, and he will reply selectively depending on his mood.

Sasha Blossom was his sister, and only she had the right to make Menma write a letter on his own initiative, even if it was just superficial, even if they were just nominal family members.

Sasha is right, it is true.

However, to Mikasa, these words sounded like a bolt from the blue and a thousand arrows piercing her heart.

yes......

They are family...

What on earth am I to him?

This is the Survey Corps' 40th off-site investigation operation. Menma has performed exceptionally well in the battle, and his class has recorded zero casualties so far.

As night falls, the silver moonlight spreads over the world outside the wall, as if a veil gently covers this desolate land.

The young man stood on a tall tree, staring at the looming giant figure in the distance with his sharp eyes.

His figure appeared lonely and determined in the moonlight, like an unyielding statue.

Menma took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality.

He gently stroked the three-dimensional maneuverable device on his waist. It was his weapon and also his reliance. The three-dimensional maneuverable device was like flexible wings, allowing him to fly freely in the air, quickly approach and kill the giant.

He whispered orders to the squad members, and they quickly dispersed and disappeared into the darkness.

Menma activated the three-dimensional mobile device, and with a slight buzzing sound, he took off into the air and rushed towards the giant.

In the darkness, Menma was like a flash of lightning, shuttling through the giant's jungle. He sometimes flew low, sometimes jumped high, nimbly avoiding the giant's attacks.

The blade in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing was accompanied by a fierce murderous aura.

Suddenly, Menma quickly adjusted his flight trajectory and rushed towards the giant.

The giant seemed to be aware of his presence and turned around, but Menma was not afraid at all. He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and rushed towards the giant with all his strength.

When he was only a few meters away from the giant, Menma suddenly pressed the jet handle on the device, his body accelerated instantly, and he rushed towards the giant like a flash of lightning, waving the blade in his hand and slashing hard at the giant's neck.

The blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound that made people's heart palpitate.

There was a loud bang, and Menma's blade chopped the giant's neck fiercely. Not only was the back of the neck cut off, but the head of the 5-meter-tall giant actually flew high, and blood splattered everywhere.

Without taking a breath, Menma immediately adjusted his direction and looked for his next target.

He rushed towards the raging giant like an arrow, weaving between the giant's legs and feet, skillfully using the jet force of the device to avoid the giant's swinging huge arms.

The boy's figure appeared and disappeared in the giant's shadow, and each dodge seemed so light and precise.

His current target is the 14-meter-class, agile freak.

Suddenly, Menma saw an opportunity, accelerated suddenly, and rushed towards the giant's neck.

The giant roared loudly, but Menma's blade had already pierced deep into its neck.

Blood gushed out, staining the boy's face and uniform red. The giant's skin was torn open, revealing the muscles and blood vessels underneath.

The surrounding giants seemed to be attracted by the boy and attacked him one after another.

However, at night, they were far less flexible than during the day.

And Menma...

His fighting instinct is like a God's perspective. He can keenly perceive where the enemies are and where the attacks come from and respond quickly.

Menma nimbly manipulated the three-dimensional mobile device and moved freely among the giants' attacks.

Every time I swing my sword, a giant falls...

Every time he dodged, he got one more kill...

He was like a golden ghost, moving among the crowd of giants.

Sometimes he would leap high into the sky and launch a fatal attack from above the giant's head...

Sometimes he stayed close to the ground, cleverly dodging the giant's attacks and looking for flaws...

His blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like a hunter hunting a giant.

Finally, the last giant fell to the ground with a loud bang.

He stood on the steaming remains of the giant and looked out at the skyline in the distance.

The sunlight shines on him, reflecting his tenacious figure.

But there are no giants in this area anymore.

Menma is still so arrogant, conceited, and insolent. His bad character is just like a villain boss. His evaluation of the giant is: "Humph, not even half as good as the tailed beasts. How boring."

His figure appeared more upright in the morning light...

The blade in his hand still had traces of the giant's steaming blood...

But his face was full of determination and calmness.

It was as if what I had just experienced was not a life-and-death struggle, but daily exercise.

Others in the class gathered around, their eyes filled with admiration and worship.

At this point, Menma, who was only 12 years old, had the title of "the three strongest people in the Survey Corps". One could often hear the debate in the Survey Corps about "who is stronger, Menma-sama or Miko-sama?"

341 Letting down Mikasa, Menma is monopolized by Historia?

During the days of training the Corps, Ani always seemed so cold.

She seemed like an unmelting snow mountain, making her difficult to approach. Her eyes were deep and cold, as if they could freeze everything around her, making people afraid to touch her easily.

However, beneath this cold exterior, she hides a secret.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Ani would sit alone on the bed, silently looking at the starry sky outside the window, with thoughts of Ma surging in her heart.

The time she spent with Menma was like bright stars, shining a warm light in her heart.

She would recall Menma's smile, that sunny smile that could always dispel the coldness in her heart...

She would think of Menma's voice, that gentle but firm voice that always gave her strength...

She will also recall...

That battle with Mikasa.

The confrontation between the two was fierce but short. Annie stared at Mikasa's back in the distance, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in her heart.

The fluency and precision of the moves were as if she had seen them countless times in her dreams, and they were exactly the same as the young man she had been thinking about day and night.

Ani couldn't help but frown, his heart full of doubts.

An inexplicable emotion surged in Ani's heart, and she really wanted to confirm what the relationship between them was.

However, when the tide of longing receded, an inexplicable emotion surged in Ani's heart.

She recalled the time when Menma and Hrista were dating, and that image pierced her heart like a sharp blade.

That day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry.

Menma and Christa walked side by side on the tree-lined path, their smiles as bright as flowers, and their eye contact was full of sweetness and tacit understanding.

Ani hid behind a tree in the distance, watching silently, her heart filled with complicated emotions.

She felt angry...

That emotion is out of jealousy...

That emotion is out of disappointment…

She didn't understand why Menma would choose to date Hrista instead of her, the one who had always been by his side.

What is the relationship between them?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil.

She knew that she couldn't let this familiarity affect her judgment and she had to stay calm and keep moving forward.

The priority should still be on the task.

In fact, when Ani first came to the training corps, he was already very uncomfortable.

Before I entered the training corps, I saw that guy every day.

But now...

During the days of training the Corps, I couldn't see him every day.

I can no longer suppress that longing.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines through the treetops onto the training ground, the trainees of the Training Corps have already begun their daily training.

They were dressed in the same uniform, standing on the training ground in high spirits, and carrying out various physical and skill training in an orderly manner.

Some soldiers were running on the playground, their backs soaked with sweat, but it did not slow down their pace at all...

Some soldiers were doing various strength training in the equipment area, and their muscle lines were particularly clear in the sun...

Other trainees were concentrating on practicing their shooting skills at the shooting range, and every time they pulled the trigger, they looked so decisive and powerful...

In addition to basic physical training, the Corps also focuses on cultivating soldiers' teamwork and tactical awareness.

On the simulated battlefield, soldiers were divided into groups to conduct tactical drills. They cooperated with each other to complete the task together.

In the evening, the canteen of the training corps was shrouded in a soft orange-yellow afterglow. The setting sun shone through the half-drawn curtains and sprinkled on the wooden dining table, creating mottled light and shadows. The air was filled with the aroma of food.

In the cafeteria, the trainees sat together in groups of three or five, sharing what they had seen and heard during the day, or sat alone in a corner, quietly enjoying their dinner.

Only Sasha was still running on the playground.

This was Instructor Keith's punishment for her, but also his reward, a reflection of his special care and high hopes for her...

Who makes her Menma’s sister?

"Mikasa, you're really going too far, aren't you?" Allen said at the dinner table, a little dissatisfied: "You always blame Sasha for your mistakes, don't you feel bad about it?"

Mikasa deadpanned as she explained, "Menma said that conscience should be sealed at the appropriate time and then unsealed after three rounds."

"That's Menma's sister."

"So as compensation, I will give her the food you can't finish later."

Seeing that they were arguing endlessly, Armin simply took out a letter from his pocket and said, "By the way, I recently received a reply from Menma."

"How is Menma doing in the Survey Corps?" Alan's face was full of excitement, his eyes were shining, and his pupils reflected endless anticipation and excitement. His breathing became rapid, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, making it impossible for him to suppress his inner excitement.

Apparently, Menma wasn't what he cared about...

He is concerned about the Survey Corps...