Konoha Silver Lightning

Chapter 152 "Thank You"

This kind of building similar to the archway is not uncommon.

The four of them crossed the torii gate and walked towards the shrine inside. Human voices gradually appeared, and there was a lot of noise.

Several people approached to have a look.

The shrine made of brick and wood was originally a clean place, but it was now occupied by a group of samurai, surrounded by many thin-skinned people, swallowing their saliva.

There is a large iron pot with blazing firewood underneath, and the smoke rises from here. The rice porridge is boiled in the iron pot, and a strong rice fragrance overflows the shrine.

"My lord, give me more, I haven't eaten for three days."

"Yeah, let's make an extra spoonful, my two children haven't eaten yet."

"Hurry up in front, I'm going to starve to death."

Compared with the disguises of Yin Ya and the others, their clothes are more complete, and they should be villagers here.

At this time, they lined up in a long queue, holding pots and bowls, each with pale faces, making a lot of noise.

A samurai wearing black armor and an iron helmet yelled, "If you are arguing, please spread out. If you come again, I will cut off your sacrificial swords."

He lifted a black-handled samurai sword on his waist, and nodded in satisfaction when he saw that everyone around him took a step back in a hurry.

Besides him, there were three warriors standing beside the big iron pot. They yawned and watched the scene boredly.

In the shrine with the door wide open behind them, many unarmored and single-clothed samurai could be seen resting inside, or playing with money.

Yin Ya made a gesture secretly, indicating that there were at least thirty people inside.

Nara Shikahisa nodded, pulled them into the corner behind the wall and whispered: "We are lucky, these people are all warriors under the command of the Daimyo of the River Country, and they are assisting Sand Hidden Village to take care of every village. Because of their low strength, it is easier to gain the trust of Sha Yin, so there are generally no ninjas in such villages."

The three of them felt relieved.

Even if the transformation technique is used, the scout ninja will perceive the chakra. They can only hope that they will not be touched by the scout ninja, otherwise a battle will inevitably occur.

"We carry enough food, as long as we find a way to get water, the next plan remains the same, keep the camouflage, and don't reveal whereabouts."

The three nodded.

Although their strength is enough to kill these warriors, it is meaningless to do so. The purpose of their mission is to rush to Chanxi Mountain, instead of running all the way to kill some irrelevant warriors.

So the four of them walked into the shrine again, and Nara Shikahisa took the opportunity to talk to the poor behind the queue, trying to get information about the water source.

After learning that the four of them had escaped from a disaster, the poor man was not surprised. Most of the people in the village also came from a refugee, relying on the once-a-day rice porridge to survive.

"For water, there is a well in the shrine, and we can use pots and bowls to get water once a day."

"But these samurai masters strictly ordered us not to get close to the water source. Last week, a man sneaked into the shrine to get more water, but he was caught and is still hanging from a tree at the entrance of the West Village."

After hearing this, Shikahisa Nara, Ginya and the others walked aside to communicate in a low voice.

"I'll go and see if there is a chance to sneak in. You guys wait here and don't expose yourself."

After Nara Shikajiu gave his instructions, he left, and the three of Ginya watched the samurai serving porridge from a distance.

After a few minutes, there was a bit of commotion in the queue ahead, and the three of Ginya looked at each other, thinking that something was going on with Shikaku Nara, so they got a little closer to watch.

There was a place vacant among the crowd, a headless corpse fell in the center, and a round object was hurriedly avoided by people.

A samurai in black armor was slowly wiping his knife with a handkerchief. He glanced contemptuously at these panicked villagers.

"Things like maggots dare to look up at me, they really don't know how to live or die."

The villagers who had been extremely active in queuing became timid one by one, and no one dared to step forward, let alone speak out.

"Do you still want to eat it? If you want to eat it, go forward! Otherwise, I will pour it all into the cesspit and let you eat-shit, hahaha."

The black-armored warrior laughed loudly, and the two companions behind him also had fun, throwing themselves forward and backward with laughter.

It seems that taking human life for fun is really a ridiculous thing.

"you!"

The black-armored samurai pointed, and the crowd dispersed, leaving only a woman in a dirty kimono with her head lowered and trembling, not daring to look at him.

That person just now, just took a second look, and now his head is separated.

"come over."

She trembled even more, but she dared not disobey and walked up tremblingly.

The black-armored warrior picked up a scoop of hot porridge, and in the iron spoon, the hot porridge was still tumbling, and there was something like black silk in it, which was the splashed blood of the man who had just been beheaded.

"Want to eat?" The black-armored warrior looked at the woman with a weird smile.

The woman nodded timidly.

"then."

The black-armored warrior raised his hand high and poured the rice porridge from the iron spoon, and the woman hurriedly took out a broken bowl, trying to catch it.

Although it was spattered with human blood, it was still eaten after all.

The woman's tears could not stop flowing.

Ping.

The broken bowl was directly hit by the black armored warrior with a scabbard, his voice was cold, like cold iron.

"I'm calling you, follow up with your hand."

"Mother.."

An immature child's voice came, and a little girl with a stained face hugged the woman's thigh, secretly looking at the black-armored warrior with unspeakable fear in her eyes.

The black-armored warrior glanced at the little girl with a clear look in his eyes. He smiled and said persuasively.

"You don't want your daughter to be hungry either, so hurry up, or you two won't want to eat in the future."

Hearing the word daughter, she trembled all over, as if something gave her strength.

She took a deep look at her daughter who was hugging her tightly, only she, only she wants to live.

She buried her head to the bottom, as if she had given up her last dignity, she raised her hands above her head, folded them together and stretched out, making a begging gesture.

The black-armored warrior nodded in satisfaction, and slowly poured the scoop of hot porridge into her hands.

sizzle.

Something seemed to be burnt, and the woman's hands turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, they were as red as iron, but her face was pale as death, her whole body was shaking like chaff, and sweat as big as soybeans flowed from her face. Up and down.

This torture-like handout is finally over.

She staggered, looked almost fainted, and said something in a trembling, thin voice.

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)