The youth seemed to have a dream. No, it should be said that he was having a very real dream. In the dream, he was wrapped in pitch thick darkness, and felt only depression and despair.
He struggled desperately to get rid of the nightmare.
After a long time, it seemed that for a moment, he suddenly woke up from the nightmare, gasped, and cold air poured into his lungs, making his whole body feel more comfortable.
But what is poured into the body is not only the air, but also the memory that comes like a flood.
"Tokugawa Yumura, this kind of thing can really happen to him." The youth, no, should call Tokugawa Yumura wry smile.
After digesting this memory, Tokugawa Yumura also learned about his situation. Believe it or not, he did cross into Naruto's world, a dangerous world of hatred.
But no matter the wound on his chest or the cold dark cave, they all told him the truth of these memories.
Moreover, my situation is not generally bad.
Tokugawa Yumura felt the pain he had never experienced, not only physically but also mentally.
I suddenly lost everything I had in the previous 20 years, and no one can simply accept it.
"No, I still have hope. There is hope when I live."
Ninja is the person who creates miracles, not to mention the existence of space-time ninja in this world.
"And as far as I know, there are ways to go through time in the theater version."
Komura Tokugawa is also a determined person. After secretly grieving for a while, he rallied.
At this time, Tokugawa Yumura remembered to carefully consider the causes and consequences of his situation.
It turned out that the 12-year-old Tokugawa Yumura was the son of Sanchuan, the leader of the famous Iron Kingdom. In the unknown Iron Kingdom, the general was the supreme leader. If nothing happened, he would become the leader of the country in the future.
According to the tradition of the Iron Kingdom, all warriors of this age should perform the task alone as a test of their adult life. As was the case with their predecessors, they performed the task of exterminating mountain bandits, but apparently failed.
The fatigue and serious injury caused by the failure, as well as the strong sense of shame of being a samurai, made him a good traveler.
"Ninja, there is a ninja in a mountain village far away from the busy commercial road." Komura Tokugawa looked at the huge wound on his chest and recalled the suffering with thunder, "and it is not an ordinary wild bear."
Tokugawa Yukio is the only son of the general of the Iron Kingdom. He has enjoyed the most elite warrior education since he was a child. With the hard work of his predecessor, even if he is tolerant of the experience of the five major countries, he may not be his own opponent.
But even such a samurai genius was defeated in a bandit's nest. If his swordsmanship was not weak, he might be left there forever.
I am not the brainless predecessor who only devotes himself to cultivating swordsmanship. When I think about it, I can see that elite ninjas will appear in the small bandit stronghold in the iron country of permanent neutrality, and my intelligence department has not noticed it at all. How unreasonable it is.
"Not only that, as the only son of the general of the Iron Kingdom, there was no one to protect him in the trial alone, which can not be explained clearly by accident." Tokugawa Xingcun's eyes narrowed.
He has always been secretly protected. As a samurai, he felt a sense of watching if he didn't have it several times. As the leader of a country, Sanchuan still has this awareness.
Unfortunately, Yumu Tou's predecessor didn't figure out this problem, or did he think that it was normal to have no protection for the trial task?
Tokugawa Yumura pulled out his samurai sword and felt the security brought by the cold ironware.
"In any case, we have to overcome the current difficulties first. The reputation of a failed warrior is not what we want, nor is it what an heir should have."
Tokugawa Yukio pulled out his medical bandage and treated his wound. The pain made him, a young man in the peaceful era, almost cry out, but somehow he resisted. After all, swords and wounds will accompany life in the future.
Thanks to his predecessor who didn't know how to change, at least he left himself a strong body and solid swordsmanship. Although he still lacks experience, he at least has the basis to live.
"However, it is 47 years since Muye, the late stage of the Third World War of Tolerance. At least in the current situation, there is room for operation."
Tokugawa Yumura muttered to himself, taking off his heavy armor. He was usually fine, but he could not bear the weight when he was seriously injured.
After eating a few mouthfuls of dry food with the snow water, and feeling that he has recovered some physical strength, Tokugawa Yumura stood up, simply dealt with his traces, and left the cave.
With a brush, he jumped onto the branch of a tall tree, and then found the right direction to drive towards the Three Wolf Mountain in the Iron Country.
The country of iron is located in the north of the Ninja mainland, close to the country of earth and the country of thunder, and the country of fire is bordered in the south. Even so, the winter accounts for half of the year round. Now it is only October, and the mountains are covered with heavy snowflakes.
Fortunately, the ninjas agreed long ago not to attack this country and avoided several wars in the tolerance world. Even so, the people of this country are struggling with food and clothing.
Although the samurai are not ninjas, they still have the magical energy of Chakra. It is not difficult for them to hurry quickly.
During the journey, Tokugawa Yumura kept getting familiar with his own body, and at the same time, he was carefully deploying Chakra inside his body. Every effort added hope to his future.
"I hope it's too late to go back now."
Under the bright moonlight, a young figure quickly crossed the heavy snow. In the silent night, there was only a slight echo of footsteps.
Tokugawa knew that his failure would not be the end, on the contrary, it was the beginning of a turbulent wave.
The people behind will launch the next round of attack with their own reasons for failure, but they don't know who is hiding behind the scenes.
I filter the people I know one by one in my mind, but they are all specious.
After all, it is not realistic to expect the predecessor of martial arts to detect these people's disenchantment.
Take back your divergent thoughts, and look at the wind and grass around you while moving quickly. After all, if your own inference is correct, the danger is not only from the outside.
I just hope that the other party will not be too distraught, but Tokugawa Yumura also knows that his hope cannot be pinned on the other party's softness.
Holding his samurai sword tightly, Tokugawa Yumura has never been so firm and resolute.
"How could I fall here for my second life, which I finally got!"
In Miaomu Mountain, the Holy Land of Spirits, which is far away from the unknown place, the big toad fairy's eyelids jumped, and it seemed to see something or nothing in the dream.
