Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

"I was so naive at the time, I thought, I'm a hero!"

"As a hero, I can eventually be transferred to my ideal position, right?"

"But what was the result?"

"Heroes, heroes cannot resist power."

"What is a hero in front of power? A tool."

Normally, Instructor Keith always appears to be violent and fierce.

Whenever someone was slightly dissatisfied or complained, he would be like a volcano about to erupt, using his harsh tone and sharp eyes to instantly suffocate the other person.

However, at this moment, Instructor Keith seemed like a different person.

The boy's complaints were like continuous drizzle, dripping into his heart, but he was like a hard stone, allowing the rain to wash away him, but always remaining silent.

As the former head of the Survey Corps, he deeply understands Menma's efforts and grievances, and he also sympathizes with Menma's experience...

But there was nothing he could do about it, because he had offended...

Yes, heroes are just tools in front of power. Even the Survey Corps is just a tool of royal power, right?

343 Abandoning dignity and eating free food: Proposing to Historia's sister Frieda

In the training corps, Christa is always the one who radiates warmth. With her kindness and strength, she has won the love of everyone.

Among this group of trainees, there is a special figure, that is Menma who can only sit in a wheelchair.

He was heroically wounded in the Survey Corps' battle against the Titans, which left him unable to walk.

Nominally, Menma needs to participate in the courses and training of the 104th Training Corps.

Actually...

He can rest in the dormitory.

Christa came to Menma's residence and saw him sitting alone in a wheelchair with a look of loneliness in his eyes. Christa felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. She walked up to him and said softly, "Menma, I'm here to accompany you."

Menma looked up and saw Christa's gentle smile, and a warm feeling surged through his heart.

He smiled and said, "Christa, you're here." Christa nodded, sat next to him and started chatting with him.

As they were chatting, Christa suddenly said, "Menma, I will be responsible for taking care of you from now on."

From then on, Christa would take time out every day to spend time with Menma.

She helped him tidy up his room, prepare meals, and push him for walks.

On this day, when no one was around, Ani stood in front of Christa. Her posture was upright and firm, her eyes revealed an unquestionable determination, and her bangs fluttered lightly in the wind, adding a vivid color to the silent scene.

Christa seemed a little uneasy, his eyes wandering over Ani's face, as if looking for some answer.

"Christa, I have something to say to you." Ani's voice was low and powerful, breaking the silence around them.

Christa raised his head and met Ani's gaze.

"Is it about Menma?" Christa asked tentatively.

Ani nodded.

Her eyes became more determined: "Yes, I want to take care of him."

Christa was silent for a moment, as if thinking about Ani's words.

The sun was particularly bright that morning. Ani stood on the playground, his eyes fixed on the young man in the distance.

Menma Brown was doing rehabilitation exercises, sweat dripping down his cheeks, revealing his determined features.

A complicated feeling welled up in Ani's heart.

She liked him, and this was a secret she had always kept deep in her heart.

She took a deep breath, mustered up her courage and stepped forward.

The boy was concentrating on doing one-handed push-ups, and each movement was full of strength and rhythm.

Ani coughed lightly, and the boy raised his head with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Ani, is there something wrong?" Menma asked.

Ani's heart tightened, she knew this was a rare opportunity.

She took a deep breath and said in the calmest tone possible: "I, I want to talk to you."

Menma nodded, stood up, dusted himself off, and followed Ani to a quiet corner.

Ani hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to speak out his thoughts: "I want you to join the Military Police with me."

Menma was stunned when he heard this, obviously not expecting Ani to make such a suggestion.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and said with a serious face: "Ani, you know, I have always wanted to be in the garrison, to protect more people and serve the people."

Ani's heart sank, but she didn't give up.

She took a deep breath and said in a gentle tone that she didn't usually use: "I know your dream, and I respect your choice."

"But the Military Police Corps can also protect the people and realize your value."

Menma listened to what Ani said. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Ani, I will seriously consider your proposal."

Ani nodded, and although she felt a little disappointed, she also understood that Menma needed time to make a decision.

She smiled and said, "I'll wait for your reply."

After saying that, Ani turned and left, leaving the boy in deep thought.

He wasn't thinking about joining the Military Police...

He is still brooding over how he has fallen to this point...

Recently, the Military Police Corps' investigation into Menma Braus seems to have made some progress.

They found evidence that...

"The traitor exists in Wang's fragile and sensitive heart, but asking officials to find him out in reality is an impossible task."

“Using imaginary enemies to test the loyalty of officials and the love of the people seems to be a common method used by those who hold autocratic power.”

"Creating enemies, uniting comrades, and taming subordinates will naturally strengthen the foundation of autocratic power."

These outrageous remarks were enough to sentence Menma to death.

He had no time to hesitate...

He must take action...

Back to three years ago, at that time, Menma still used this as a tactic.

The great debate on the standard of truth: "licking or not licking" is not the standard for whether one is a bootlicker.

When gold is tied to a bird's wings, it can no longer fly far.

You can lick it.

Licking one is a dog.

Licking ten thousand is the king.

Liberate your mind, seek truth from facts, put down your burdens, and move forward lightly.

Take bigger steps, lick more, lick actively, lick at the lowest cost, and lick within your ability.

Whether he is a bootlicker is determined by the method of licking, the time of licking, the amount of licking, the cost of licking and the benefits of licking.

Three days? Seven days? Ten days?

If you cut off or abandon it after this period, you are not a bootlicker.

Regularly strike up a conversation with one or two more people...

Cut one or two more regularly…

Update the list and make it a habit, then you are no longer a bootlicker.

Just like insisting on exercising, you will feel pressure at the beginning, but after it forms a habit, you will no longer feel pressure. Practice makes perfect and it will become an instinct like breathing, eating and drinking.

I would rather be a jerk to everyone in the world than let others jerk me.

Therefore, Menma, who holds this belief in mind, strikes up conversations everywhere.

Take this today, take that tomorrow...

Although it was extremely painful and tiring at the beginning, he was willing to persevere for the great ideal of conquering the world.

On a sunny afternoon, Menma strolled in the lush forest. The sunlight shone through the treetops, casting mottled shadows, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

He walked with brisk steps, enjoying the tranquility and harmony of nature.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of a clear song. The boy looked curiously in the direction of the sound and saw a beautiful girl sitting on a huge rock, singing softly.

Her voice is like the sound of nature, melodious and intoxicating.

Menma was attracted by Frieda's singing and walked towards her involuntarily.

When he approached, he found that Frieda had long, smooth black hair, eyes as bright as gems, and a face that was pure and elegant, as if she was a masterpiece carefully crafted by nature.

As time went on, Menma and Frieda started talking.

They shared each other's stories and experiences, and gradually, Frieda developed some feelings for Menma.

Frieda, a gentle yet determined woman, her admiration for Menma is like the warm sunshine in spring, always shining in his heart.

For her, the three years were a long wait, but also a pursuit without regrets.

She remembered the first time she met Menma...

His petite figure and deep eyes, like bright stars, attracted her deeply.

From that moment on, she began to like him.

She began her long journey of pursuit, taking every step carefully but with determination.

Although Menma understood Frieda's feelings, he always kept his distance and was unwilling to accept this feeling easily.

Frieda was not discouraged. She believed that as long as she was persistent and sincere enough, she would be able to win his heart one day.

In this way, three years passed slowly as Frida waited and pursued.

She grew from a young 18-year-old girl to a more mature woman.

However, her eyes were still full of love for Meng Ma, but this love had become deeper and more determined.

Finally one day, Menma was moved by Frieda's persistence and sincerity, and he accepted her feelings.

At that moment, tears flashed in Frieda's eyes. She knew that the three years of waiting and pursuing were all worth it.

Menma, the young man who had once been successful in the Garrison Corps and the Survey Corps, now knelt in front of Frieda.

His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if he wanted to devote everything he had to the woman in front of him.

He slowly bent his knees, each step seemed so heavy, yet so resolute, his back straight, head held high, as if he was challenging fate, and as if he was expressing his determination to Frieda.

When he finally knelt in front of Frieda, the entire space seemed to freeze.

His hands were clenched together, veins popping out, showing his inner tension and excitement...

His eyes were fixed on Frieda's face, as if he wanted to imprint every expression of hers deeply in his heart...

"Frieda, I love you." His voice was low and firm, and every word was full of power.

He stretched out his trembling hand, took out an exquisite ring box from his pocket, slowly opened it, revealing the shining gold ring.

"Marry me, and let me protect you for my whole life." His voice trembled a little, but it made him more determined.

He lowered his head deeply, waiting for Frieda's response.

Frieda looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Looking at the boy who was once full of vigor and vitality, but now put aside all his pride and self-esteem for her, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

At this moment, she was deeply moved by Menma.

She slowly stretched out her hand and took the ring.

Tears glistened in her eyes and she smiled and nodded.