[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] His Country

He closed his eyes tightly.

But the next moment something streaked through the air.

"Let go—let go!"

Bangtai and Quan didn't know when they ran out of hiding place.They didn't even have the strength to handle the pokers, they just randomly picked up snow cubes from the ground and threw them over.

"Let go of my sister!"

Quan screamed fiercely.Her eyes were still very bright from the high fever, but she didn't flinch at all, regardless of whether it was a mantra or not.

"Go back quickly!"

Rena shouted sharply.But a snowball flew in the air and hit the wild samurai right in the eye.

Linnai staggered up and hugged her younger siblings tightly.The samurai behind her had a distorted expression and said in a low voice:

"It hurts."

It’s over.

Rena thought.

The next moment she heard the sound of a long knife being unsheathed.She closed her eyes in despair, and hugged her siblings closer to her chest.If he died like this, at least the family of three would die together——

However, the expected pain did not come.Instead, Quan let out an "ah".

Bloody smell rolled into the smoke.Reina suddenly turned her head and saw the back of her benefactor.

Men are like gods in charge of death.He moved so quickly that eyes could not see him and ears could not hear him, yet the wild warriors fell wherever he went.The benefactor's companion extinguished the fire on the other side, walked to the wounded on the ground, and sprinkled the healing light on them.

"It's God..." The old man in the village couldn't believe it after being helped up, she murmured and grabbed the generous palm of the man in haori, "It's God who came to save us..."

"No, old lady." The man smiled, "We are just ninjas."

At this time, only one wild samurai was left standing.He watched the black-clothed ninja approaching step by step with a sickle in hand, and the two battles were almost unstoppable: "Forgive...forgive me—"

However, before he could finish his words, his head flew high into the sky in one blow.The villagers all looked at the ninja in black with admiration and fear, no one dared to say a word, and no one dared to approach him.

But his companion came up to him.He wiped away the blood spattered on the man's cheek, and said, "Everyone is fine."

The man nodded.His gaze swept around the village, and landed on Linnai and the child in her arms.He walked up to them under people's fearful eyes and asked, "Are you all right?"

Rena nodded.She stood up slowly, her abdomen still throbbing from the heavy blow just now.Under the excessive confusion, she could not speak a word.

Her benefactor looked down at the spring still clinging to the stone.He lowered his body and looked at the little girl.

"It's safe, let go."

"No." Quan said stubbornly, ignoring the fact that her sister was by her side, "I want to protect my sister—"

The expression on the man's face at that moment made her unforgettable, but she couldn't find an exact word to express it until a long, long time later.After a long time, the man smiled softly, and reached out to take the stone in her palm.

"Leave it to me."

He said that it was like a promise that was never fulfilled a long time ago, spanning this long time, and reverberating in this moment.

Quan looked at him ignorantly.She couldn't understand why the man was smiling, nor could she understand the warm eyes of her companion.Only a long, long time later, when the war was over and all the old things had been replaced by peace and happiness, during the long winter nights by the fire with her children and grandchildren, she would talk about this moment in the old year, and somehow The promise made by the black traveler who came.However, her children are already tired of this unchanging story. They will say that there has never been a powerful ninja in this Snow Country, and it was Hokage from the Fire Country who stopped the war back then—could it be that grandma met such a big man?impossible.

That's the Great Ninja from the Land of Fire, said Izumi.

Grandma lied!Hokage never uses a scythe.The children advocated, but quickly changed the subject, chirping and laughing like a flock of birds, scattered away from the old man, and chased away.So Quan also laughed, laughing so that the fine lines on his face overlapped.

Everything I've said is true.

She murmured, but also knew that it was not necessary to correct the truth or falsehood of a story on a winter night.Like all stories, this one has a happy ending.

That's enough.

The End.