Konoha's Master of Illusion

Chapter 146 I am a believer

Located in the five major foreign countries, there are many small countries in the Ninja world sandwiched between the five major countries.

They are struggling to maintain military expenditures to support their own country's Ninja Village, hoping to retain a small part of their autonomy in unpredictable wars, such as Taki Ninja, Kusanagi, etc.
There are also some who have already given up this unnecessary burden, reduced the support of the Ninja Village, and invested heavily in other aspects.

This is the case in the country of Sichuan.

As a small country, its name has been adhering to the belief in recent years that instead of feeding meat buns to dogs and never returning, it is better to invest in areas that can yield returns, such as tourism and entertainment.

In this regard, Kawa no Kuni has a unique advantage. Whether it is simple hot spring scenery or bustling casinos, they have everything.

Of course, this was strongly opposed and resisted by Tang Ren Village, but it was of no use. Tang Ren was not the Five Great Ninja Village, and it was far from the scale and strength of Taki Shinobi, which was second only to the Five Great Ninja Villages. They don’t have the money and the ability!

As a result, gradually, the country of Yu Ninja and Sichuan became a well-known peace-loving place in the ninja world. This was especially true for the Yu Ninjas, who even began to practice pacifism similar to the Will of Fire.

One day, two pedestrians were resting on the path near the forest.

"Have you heard that the top star of the newly opened Kabuki Hall in the city has skin as white as milk and a waist as thin as chopsticks?"

One of them spoke with these longings as if he was about to drool.

But these words were not very attractive to his companions:

"Do you have a cow at home?"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"Who can be as white as milk? I saw it from a distance last time. It's not as white as my steamed buns."

"That one in my house is a bull."

"Tsk, your cow has no milk, but your wife always has it, right?"

"you really"

The speaker thought carefully, looked at his yellow hands, and recalled the few bites he had taken while his wife was breastfeeding the child, and finally scratched his head:
"It's really disappointing. Anyway, I think it must be very white. Even if it is not as white as milk, it must be much whiter than steamed buns."

The two of them went to the town to sell some vegetables they grew at home. They were returning in the afternoon and wanted to get home before dark.

"So what, you can still eat it in your mouth?"

His companion glanced sideways at him and then said:

"Those kaikos serve wealthy people. It would be great if we, who are busy in the fields, can marry a girl from the village."

"You are almost thirty, and you still miss a little girl? I think it will be difficult for a yellow-faced woman to raise a child!"

"Oh! What are you talking about? I just saved a few hundred taels from this trip. One day the widow at the head of the village will take the initiative to beg me to marry her. Don't talk about her then. If she is not a girl of fifteen or sixteen, I will still No!"

"Blow you!"

Talking and laughing, the one who spoke first stood up and carried the rickety baskets on both ends of the pole and said:

"Okay, it's getting dark soon, so go back quickly."

"Why are you in such a hurry? This wasn't just a few decades ago. There were still robbers and bandits coming to us after dark?"

"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to talk to you, my girls are still waiting!"

"Hey, someone is coming over there. Is it a ninja?"

The man who was still sitting on the ground patted his butt and was about to get up. From a distance, he saw a man dressed strangely carrying something. The slanting sunlight somewhat obscured his vision, making it impossible to see the details clearly.

But the neatly washed slicked back hair and the ninja forehead protector hanging around his neck were vaguely distinguishable.

"Why do you care so much? Let's go!"

The two of them walked forward carefully along the path, one behind the other. The road conditions in the countryside were not as smooth as those in the city. This did not include the spacious roads with potholes and ruts left by the mud on rainy days.

If you are not careful, you may fall over and bleed.

This man who has not yet found a wife at the age of 30 is still thinking about the last time he was caught spying on a widow taking a bath, but the other party didn't say anything about it. Maybe she was interested in him.

Thinking about it, her mother's family and her husband's family are estranged and alienated, and she has not given birth to a son or a half, so she must consider remarrying.

The more you think about it, the more likely it is.

At this time, a man's mood can't help but become excited and agitated. When he gets home, why don't he secretly go find someone to talk to?
The widow's white, tender and unobstructed body seemed to flash past her eyes.

Go later!

Thinking like this, he heard the voice of his companion in front of him:

"You are from Yunin Village."

The sound stopped suddenly, and he raised his head and turned his attention to the road, only to see that the person who was probably a ninja that he had just seen in the distance was already standing in the way of the two of them, and blocking the way.

In this world, ninjas are not such mysterious existences to ordinary people.

He also met several ninjas passing by, most of them from Yunin Village.

Most of the time, the ninjas had good attitudes.

At least he has a much kinder attitude than the city officials who come to the village to collect taxes. He will even pay when he needs something. Of course, this kind of thing is a bit like a legend. At least he has never seen any ninja buying things from him.

Whether drinking water, eating or staying at home, I have never seen him.

Does the ninja in front of him have something to do with them?
The next moment, he noticed something was wrong.

The companion's body fell limply to the ground, and bright red liquid was spurting out from his neck. However, even though he saw this scene, he still didn't realize what happened at the first time.

Until, the roadblocking ninja said with a hearty smile:
"I'm sorry, I'm not the peace-talking trash from Tom's village!"

This man had short purple hair that was neatly combed back on his head. He was dressed in a gray-black shorts outfit and had a metal forehead protector belonging to the Tang Ninja Village hanging in front of his neck.

Farmers are naturally familiar with Tang Nin's forehead protector, but this forehead protector has a deep scratch on it, running through the Tang Nin's symbol from left to right.

"Treason!"

He started to fight with his teeth. Of course, he had seen ninjas many times, but this was the first time he had seen those rebellious ninjas who betrayed the ninja village.

He finally realized what he was facing and what happened to his companions.

I really want to throw down the things on my shoulders, turn around and run away.

But that kind of profound fear filled his brain, and all the muscles in his body seemed to be frozen. He couldn't make any movements, but kept trembling instinctively.

The limp body of his companion twitched several times.

The blood-red liquid flowed, and the sound it made was so clear, as if it was conveyed from the bottom of my heart to my mind.

"Ninja. Ninja-sama."

His lips trembled, his fighting teeth worked hard to bite together, and the farmer's stiff tongue made his voice distorted and out of tune. This was his last effort, trying to find a way to survive:
"You want to."

The man raised the huge sickle-shaped weapon on his shoulder and said in a somewhat playful voice:
"Don't be afraid, I told you, I'm not a soup ninja."

"Besides, I'm not actually a traitor."

"Actually, I am a devout believer now, and I believe in a great evil god wholeheartedly, understand?"

(End of this chapter)