Chapter 44 Need your help
"You are in the forest of the Fire Nation," the man replied calmly, "You can't see because you have lost your eyes."
The boy struggled to sit up, and the man had to adjust his position to prevent him from falling.
Although the child is not very old, he is not short. Even though he has not reached the age of puberty, you can see that he has a slender figure.
When the boy realized that he had lost more than just his eyes, his breathing became rapid. He frantically slapped his empty left shoulder with his only remaining right hand and almost broke free from the man's arms.
“Calm down,” the man shouted in a low voice, “Otherwise I will have no choice but to throw you down. If you fall from here, you will really die.”
"My arm...what happened?"
"What do you remember?"
The boy was silent for a moment. He tried to control his emotions and clutched the man's clothes tightly to keep himself calm.
What a strong child, the man in black thought. He has such endurance at such a young age. His future achievements will be limitless.
"Falling," the boy began slowly, "I remember falling off the cliff, then the severe pain, and finally the cold river water..."
"What about before that?"
The boy shook his head and clenched his hands tighter:
"It was just a blank. I seemed to hear some sounds before I fell...other than that, I don't remember anything."
The man nodded. This was within his expectations. The Sharingan was closely connected to the memory center of the brain. If one lost the Sharingan, part of the memory would also disappear.
Silence fell between them, the only sound being the rain hitting the leaves and the man moving through the woods.
After a while, the boy suddenly said:
"You saved me." His tone was very affirmative.
"I just happened to find you," the man corrected.
"Don't lie to me," the boy retorted, "I heard your conversation with that man by the river. He wanted to kill me, but you stopped him."
The man in black gritted his teeth:
"Don't think too much."
This time it was the boy's turn to snort. Silence fell again. After a while, the boy asked:
"Where are you taking me?"
"The Kingdom of Thunder."
"why?"
"You need treatment, but I don't have the ability to do it. Besides, I have more important things to do and I don't have time to take care of you."
"You're going to hand me over to someone else?"
"That's right," the man answered without hesitation, "You are a burden to me. Besides, the creeper on your shoulder is only a temporary treatment. You need more professional care. I can't help you."
The boy was silent for a long time.
He began to analyze the current situation calmly.
The man holding him had strong arms.
Although he could not remember who he was, his senses would not deceive him, this man was far stronger than anyone he had ever seen. He held him with ease, as if he weighed nothing.
Not only that, the skin on the man's arm was also very strange and extremely hard. It didn't look like human skin, but rather like some kind of hard substance. It felt rough, and you could feel strange lines from your elbow to your shoulder.
Is it a burn?
However, the lines were too regular to be caused by burns. The man suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts.
"We are leaving the Fire Nation. Friendly reminder, keep your mouth shut unless you want to lose your tongue."
Before he could react, he felt dizzy, everything around him was twisting and deforming, gravity seemed to have disappeared, and his stomach felt like it was tied in knots.
After a few seconds, everything returned to calm, the air became dry and warm, and the sound of whistling wind was heard in my ears.
It's a space-time ninjutsu, he thought, no wonder he felt dizzy.
This man didn't even make any hand seals!
I must have lost too much blood. My mind is not clear anymore. He thought to himself, how is this possible…
The impact of blood loss was far more than that. He felt his body was extremely weak, his limbs were powerless, and his senses began to become blurred. In the end, he only remembered that the man hugged his body tightly and heard the man's helpless sigh in his ears.
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In the quiet room, Tsunade was sleeping on the tatami, the empty sake bottle still in her hand, snoring softly. Shizune gently closed the shoji door and walked into the corridor.
Two hundred thousand taels.
Two hundred thousand taels!
They have been here for a day, just for this ridiculous amount!
Tuntun raised his head from Shizue's arms and let out a sad groan.
"I know," Shizune sighed, helplessly saying, "even I find it hard to believe."
She gently put Tutun on the ground, trying not to let it make any noise. Tutun walked to the side obediently, and even if it stamped its feet occasionally, it didn't make any noise.
"Go ahead," Shizune said softly, "see if there are any truffles you like around here. I just need some fresh air."
Tuntun ran away silently. Jingyin stood there, took a deep breath, and combed her short black hair with her hands.
She walked in the opposite direction of Tuntun, reaching into her pocket and groping for something. When she came to the small garden next to the room, she found her target - an inconspicuous small silver box that could easily be mistaken for a medicine box.
She leaned against the wall, opened the box, took out a cigarette, and lit it skillfully with chakra.
She took a deep breath, and the taste of nicotine calmed her irritable mood a little.
Suddenly, a slight sound came from not far away. She immediately became alert and her eyes were fixed on the shadow under the cherry tree in front of her.
She quickly reached into her sleeve and grasped the shuriken hidden there. The half-smoked cigarette fell to the ground, emitting tiny sparks of fire.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" she asked sharply.
She felt a chakra approaching, a breath she had never felt before, dark and deep, but with a hint of static electricity that she couldn't understand, like the air before a storm, full of danger.
A tall, thin figure walked out of the darkness.
He covered most of his face with a dark travel scarf, leaving only one deep black eye exposed, and he was holding a package in his right hand.
"I need your help, Ms. Shize." The man's deep voice was particularly clear in the silent night.
