"Three years, three years, I don't know how many people still remember my name, Blue Shining."
On the towering wall of the wooden leaves, a standing figure looks sadly at the prosperous villages below.
From this position, you can see the carved head of rock shadow on the rock wall behind the village. The last face is the youngest.
"Where is my poor nephew now?"
Brush!
In the future, the wave wind leaped down from the high wall, crossed an arc in mid air, and fell into the village below. The sun scattered on his angular side face.
And... that brilliant blond hair.
"Who!?"
The ninja stationed on the wooden fence was sweating heavily and chased the figure who jumped into the village in panic.
This is the first of the five tolerance villages!! How can some ninjas break in so easily? Their defense is like nothing!
If they were known by Huoying, they would be in big trouble!
"Wait! Why does that man look familiar?"
Looking at the shining golden hair in the sun, one of them was shocked, and a trace of confusion rose in his heart.
This momentary hesitation made the figure swish a few times and disappeared into the building of wood leaves.
"You'd better inform Huoying as soon as possible. If that person really comes back, the village may have a big event..."
Thinking of what happened in the village in recent years and the man's reputation, they couldn't help shivering.
Not good.
Something big is going to happen!
……
The streets of Muye are full of people coming and going, and the hawker's cry and the children's coquetry in their parents' arms are very lively.
In such an atmosphere, there is a lone figure walking alone in the corner of the street.
The thin orange jacket became yellow and wrinkled after several times of starching, and the gray brown trousers were also full of dirty and broken marks, with dark yellow cheeks and a drooping look.
"Is that the child?"
"Stay away from him. Don't play with him!"
"The demon fox!"
The voice of cursing and spitting pierced the heart of three year old Naruto like a needle, making the light in his blue eyes fade like a soaked charcoal fire.
"So many people died in the village, as well as Sidaimu and his wife, because of him!"
"Why doesn't this guy die?"
Malignancy is like a black tentacle that wraps Naruto, suffocates, suppresses, and makes people unable to breathe.
Three year old Naruto walked down the street with his head bowed, without any refutation, silently bearing the ill will that adults can hardly bear.
He didn't know why he suffered all this and why he was scolded by these people. It seemed that he had been suffering all this since he was born.
He has become numb.
Naruto's feet suddenly stopped, his eyes stopped on a mask hanging on the opposite shop, and his dark eyes suddenly lit up slightly.
On the mask, the simple red pattern outlines the bright red fox face, and Naruto suddenly has a desire for this mask.
He wants the mask.
The tender palm felt in the pocket and only found a few scattered coins.
"Uncle, can I buy that mask with this money..."
Three year old Naruto opened his hands, as if sharing his most precious treasure, holding the coins to hand over, and his blue eyes looked with longing and hope to the middle-aged traders.
Clap!
The hard mask was smashed by the vendor to Naruto's forehead, making a clatter like an egg.
"Pain! Pain! Pain!!"
Naruto fell backward under this unexpected attack and sat down heavily on the ground.
"Stinky demon fox! Don't come here to dirty my shop! If you want it, I will give it to you!"
The red fox mask bounced on the ground for several times and rolled to Naruto's feet. Naruto's eyes were filled with liquid at once. Before it could flow out, he was drowned by the curse of gloating around him.
"This is the way to treat the demon fox! Who let him kill so many villagers!"
"The fox with the fox mask really fits!"
"See? Don't play with this guy. It's really scary!"
……
Naruto, who was only three years old, could no longer help himself. Douda's tears rolled down his eyes.
"Why? Why do you treat me like this? What did I do wrong?"
He could only question again and again like the chirping of mosquitoes and insects.
Why did he suffer such unfair treatment?
Why do these adults want to inflict all malice on him who is only three years old?
What did he do wrong?
But his weak voice was instantly drowned in the spitting of gloating around him.
These busy villagers, like vultures smelling the stink of corpses, swarmed to attack Naruto's flesh and blood.
The mask lying on the ground was picked up by a big hand, gently dusted off the dust, and then squatted down and put the mask into Naruto's hands.
Naruto stopped crying. He raised his head and stared at the gentle smiling face.
Somehow, although he had never seen the man in front of him, he felt a special kindness in his heart.
That was a feeling he had never had before.
Bofeng stood up in the future and turned around with cold eyes.
"Apologize to him!"
"Apologize? Apologize to the disaster star? Are you kidding?"
The merchant narrowed his eyes and looked at Bofeng's future with a bad eye.
The villagers around were also surprised when they looked at the future of Bofeng. Some even whispered and sneered.
The future of Bofeng has been far away from the village, and many villagers have forgotten his existence.
Even if some villagers feel familiar, they can't recall it for a while.
"I don't like to repeat it twice."
In the blue eyes of Bofeng in the future, several thunder arcs flicker, the electromagnetic force moves slightly, compressing the surrounding air, and a horrible oppression immediately envelops the street.
In the three wars, the number of ninjas killed in his hands was even above the yellow flash!
"Private Marseille! Forgive me!!!"
The vendor who was still stiff lipped for a second immediately knelt down from his heart, tears streaming down, and kowtowed like garlic.
The fishy smell escaped from his crotch and soaked most of his pants.
In the face of this terrible threat, even Shangren, who has been through many wars, can't bear it. What's more, he is not even a ninja vendor?
The villagers watching were full of fear, and the terrible oppression also spread to them. Although it was not as strong as the merchants felt, it was far beyond their ability to bear.
Naruto, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the light in his back eyes. His position was the only safe haven in this horrible oppression.
For the first time, someone stood in front of him to protect him from the wind and rain.
"Who are you...?"
Naruto asked hoarsely when his nose was sour.
The figure of the great bank crouched down, his blue eyes were full of gentle smiles, gently stroking his hair, and the golden hair was shining in the sunlight.
"I'm your father's brother, you can call me......"
"Uncle."
