Chapter 545 Fear

The entrance to Konoha Village.

Namikaze Minato hesitated and stepped over the collapsed Konoha gate.

But his steps stopped in place.

His Hokage robe was intact, and there were no injuries on his body. Apart from looking very tired, he still seemed to maintain his powerful aura as a Hokage at this moment.

But there was no chakra left in his body to even use Flying Thunder God once.

He has always been extremely determined towards his goals.

Looking at the ruined village at night, his steps hesitated.

In the dark night, there was silence.

This also means that all the crises in the village have come to an end for the time being.

Just recalling the earth-shattering shock wave and the huge mushroom cloud that shot straight into the night sky, Namikaze Minato was a little afraid to face reality!

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, wishing that he was in an illusion.

But when the wind blows, there is a strong smell of blood.

When he turned his eyes, there were corpses of Konoha ninjas everywhere under the moonlight!

The clothes on the corpse were in tatters, and the mutilated limbs and broken internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The white brains were dyed red with blood, and a wide blood-colored river flowed out on the bumpy ground, and continued to branch into the dark depths of the village. It forks into countless tributaries.

Looking at this scene, Namikaze Minato was shocked, his eyes were painful and remorseful.

Thinking of his wife whose life or death was still uncertain, his heart suddenly stopped and he sat slumped on the ground with a pale face.

The extreme fear made it difficult for him to breathe, and he couldn't help but reach out and clutch the clothes around his heart.

His eyes gradually became hollow.

Too scared, so my inner instinct is to escape.

At this time, several orange-red firelights lit up from the darkness in the distance, slightly illuminating Namikaze Minato's eyes. The dim yellow light and shadow undulated with the swing of the firelight.

Several dim orange torches quickly approached the village entrance.

The sound of hurried footsteps also reached Namikaze Minato's ears with the arrival of the fire.

He raised his head in confusion.

Within sight, several figures in white coats were walking quickly through the darkness. From time to time, they would lean down and turn over the corpses, or put their fingers on the noses of each corpse to see if they could still be saved.

It seemed like a long time passed before Namikaze Minato saw a green light shining in the flickering firelight. Immediately afterwards, those people quickly lifted a figure lying on the ground onto a stretcher, and then disappeared into the darkness.

The remaining people continued to search for the injured with torches.

The orange flames moved in the air out of thin air, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

It wasn't until much later that they discovered that a dark figure seemed to be sitting at the entrance of the village.

Hesitantly, he came closer and held out the torch.

moment.

The expressions of several Konoha ninjas in white coats became surprised and happy. Thinking of the disaster that had befallen the village, one of the younger ones couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Yondaime-sama!"

"It's great that you're okay, Yondaime-sama!"

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"..."

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No matter how bad the world is, the sun will always rise.

The sadness brought to people by the cruelty of war will fade away with the rising sun.

The next day, in the morning.

Iwagakure Village.

Tsuchikage office.

Ohnoki sat on a wide seat that was three or four times larger than his own body. He held a torn plaster in his left hand and looked behind him hard.

There was a cautious look on his face, and he slowed his movements to the extreme, for fear of accidentally touching any nerve in his waist, and then applied the plaster to the waist with great effort.

"call......"

After completing these actions, Onoki's face relaxed and he breathed out.

It was just a seemingly easy thing, but Ohnoki was already sweating on his forehead at this time, which was enough to show how nervous this small action made him.

Gently putting down the lifted clothes, Onoki smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"What a sin! I still have to suffer this crime at my old age. It seems that I will have to let that brat from Huang Tu come to give me medicine in the future..."

As the most powerful person in Iwagakure Village, Onoki didn't want others to see his embarrassing side. Otherwise, where would he put his face as a Tsuchikage?

It would be too troublesome to apply painkilling plaster yourself.

"Hmm... Actually, you can call me that little girl Kurotsuchi. She will definitely like to help grandpa..."

Thinking of his little granddaughter, Onoki couldn't help but reveal a doting smile on his face.

But after hesitating, he quickly gave up the idea, his expression changed slightly, and he shook his head slowly.

"Forget it, that girl Kurotsuchi has nothing to do with her hands. Don't let me, an old man, have more serious injuries on my waist..."

As he was looking out the window in a daze, there was a knock on the office from outside.

"Dong dong dong."

The sound is subtle, but the rhythm is brisk.

At first glance, it seemed that there was something urgent, but he knew the third Tsuchikage's bad temper.

Onoki looked away from the window and said lightly.

"Enter."

click-

The office door was pushed open suddenly, and the tall Huang Tu walked in quickly.

Looking at his son who was full of energy as he walked, Onoki nodded slightly, with a slight smile on his face.

For his "incompetent" son, except for his lack of intelligence, Onoki is actually quite satisfied with him in other aspects.

Especially the height.

But when he saw Huang Tu quickly approaching with a heavy look on his face, Ohnoki frowned slightly and spoke with a slight sense of disgust.

"Why are you looking so droopy! Do you want to tell everyone in the ninja world what's on your mind?"

He couldn't help but teach his son a lesson. He just felt that this guy was too honest and honest, which was not good at all.

"I'm sorry, Father, it's my fault."

After being slightly startled, Huang Tu happily admitted his mistake.

Anyway, after so many years, no matter whether he was wrong or not, he would eventually be forced to admit his mistake.

Although I don't know what the old man's fault is this time, I want to set my attitude first to avoid getting scolded for no reason again.

After hearing Huang Tu's answer, Ohnoki's tense face relaxed. Looking at his son with a low eyebrow in front of him, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Nodding slightly, Onoki spoke calmly.

"Tell me, what's the matter with running over to me in such a hurry?"

"Last night, Konoha Village was attacked by the psychic troops led by Shangguan Mo. There were heavy casualties. I heard that Jiraiya also died in that battle."

"Who are you talking about?"

Onoki tilted his head, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Huangtu's face twitched. "Jiraiya, one of the three ninjas!"

Ohnoki stood up from his chair in shock when he heard this.

"Jiraiya is dead!? Where did you get this news?"

"Our intelligence agents lurking in Konoha Village used psychic beasts to pass back the information."

"..."

Looking at Huang Tu with wide eyes, Onomu was speechless for a long time.

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