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Shigeru Scroll Chapter 337: The Messenger from Konoha

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    There are really too many injustices in this world. Compared to the beasts that eat and be eaten, humans who claim to be the spirits of all things seem to be no more noble In fact, the relationship between people is even more cruel.  , the levels are even more distinct The yellow sand is diffuse, the heaven and earth are withering, there is no need to complain, and there is no room for complaint.  ——That's right, from the moment they were born in the Kingdom of Wind, children have learned to be patient and learn to ask for a little bit of supplies necessary for survival from the boundless sand and dust, because their fate has been doomed from the beginning.  , this reality that no one can escape one of the five great ninja villages.  Carrying such a name, the ancestors of the Sand Ninja built the current village on this piece of red soil that even monsters could not bear. Although their flesh and blood were blown away by the wind, they still used their bones to form a city wall to protect their descendants.  There are always people singing in the middle of the night. Every grain of sand in this desert is soaked with the boiling blood of the predecessors But this honor and this persistence were destroyed and shattered overnight.  Yes, I am afraid that no one will ever forget the symbol imprinted on the cliff At least until that family disappears, the ninjas of the Kingdom of Wind will forever lose the courage to speak loudly about the glorious history, even if the entire ninja world was there.  Even though he trembled under the symbol, he could not erase the humiliation that the sand ninja had suffered before!  ————————————————————————————————————————————————  ————————————————————————————————————————————The dividing line between the envoys from the Fire Nation  ————————————————————————————————————————————————  —————————————————————————————————————————— The mission is over, which is enough to bury everything  The journey back slowly in the yellow sand is probably a memory that no one wants to experience again, but the sand ninjas have long been accustomed to it, even if the team in front of them only has three people, and judging from the blurry shadows, it is still  They are all just children.  "Bah, bah" As if he was about to say something, he hesitated but swallowed a mouthful of sand and dust. The young man with purple paint on his face spat a few mouthfuls of saliva dissatisfiedly, but there was still only salt in his mouth.  Fishy and bitter taste.  "What the hell!" He cursed in a low voice, and the puppet wrapped in bandages behind his back also made two "squeaking" collisions while the boy adjusted its position - if the elders were to see it, I'm afraid it would be indispensable.  scold him for not handling his weapons properly.  "Shut up Kankuro!" A little ahead, a woman who was obviously taller than the other two figures mercilessly lectured the former. She moved her neck slightly, and the huge fan behind her also swayed.  a while.  It was obvious that the sand and soil in her clothes also made her very uncomfortable. "We can wait until we get back to the village to talk about anything. We are still on a mission!" Probably because of his age or the division of labor in the team, Kankuro just shrank his neck in disdain.  The ground curled his lips, but in the end he said nothing more.   At this moment, the young man walking at the front finally spoke in that special and deep voice "Shut up!" The words mixed with threats and the smell of blood instantly silenced the entire scene, seeping from the gourd behind him.  Except for a few floating wisps of fine sand - even in this yellow sand, the devil-like dust is still very conspicuous The dialogue has since reached a deadlock, and silence has taken the opportunity to occupy the entire movement.  … “Whew…” The wind was howling, and the scenery of the Kingdom of Wind had always been so desolate. After peeling away the dust, the towering sky finally appeared in the team’s field of vision.  … Of course, there is also the more conspicuous Thousand Hands Clan emblem!  If it were not for the protection of these winds and sands, then the shameful medal would probably be more conspicuous, right?  Thick dark circles covered the boy's eyes. When Gaara's eyes touched all this, they became even sharper - the pain that felt like cutting through the skin did not come from his love for the village On the contrary,  All this symbolizes his deepest and most direct disgust For a moment, some people may wonder why such a young man is so hostile to his village, but soon, the focus of observation is  Replaced by rarer travelers emerging from the dust.  The black tight-fitting combat uniform is the main part, and the silver-white vest and the mole mask that completely obscures the face add to the look.He lost his mystery As for the sword behind his back, it always gave people the illusion of a decoration.  … Walking slowly, the traveler first looked at the cliffs around him, and then finally fixed his eyes on the three little ghosts in front of him.  "Are you ninjas from the Sand Ninja Village?" His tone was calm, and he couldn't hear any dissatisfaction or other emotions. He had enough time to wait for Gaara and the other three to turn around before continuing to speak.  "I am the messenger from Konoha."
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