Chapter 1 Suzumiya Musashi
The border of the land of fire,
On the busy road.
The sun burned the sticky blood, and the strong smell of blood in the air was nauseating.
A little beggar, as dirty and smelly as a mud monkey, looked down at the white-haired boy who was sitting dazed.
Suzumiya Musashi scratched the lice on his head.
"Hey! Boy."
"Are you still alive?"
"..."
Not getting a response, Suzumiya Musashi sighed softly.
A month ago, he was still a master's student with no bright future, and he confidently handed his graduation thesis to his supervisor for review.
The supervisor said to him: "This paper of yours poses no threat to my academic status, but it will ruin my reputation. My arch-enemy's research field is the same as yours, so you should write his name as the corresponding author."
He was so angry that he died that night.
After waking up, he had become an orphan of Konoha Ninja in exile.
The world of Naruto is too dangerous, killing and death are the main themes.
He can now earn money every day he lives, and make a fortune when he returns to Konoha.
If the white-haired boy in front of him had not been kind enough to give him a piece of dry food not long ago, he would not have meddled in the other person's affairs.
He walked forward, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the other person's eyes a few times, and the white-haired boy's empty eyes finally focused.
"Looks like he's still alive."
The boy slowly turned his eyes to look at Suzumiya Musashi, and his brain finally restarted.
"…It's you. You are the little beggar during the day."
"Hey, that's too rude, kid." Suzumiya Musashi said with dissatisfaction: "Although I am indeed a beggar during the day, but now... I am your senior."
——A senior on the road to exile.
The boy's mouth twitched a few times.
“Woo… woo… wow!~”
"Dead! Father is dead, they are all dead~"
Suzumiya Musashi frowned and covered his ears.
As expected, children are the noisiest.
When the other person had run out of energy to cry, he spoke up, "Are you done crying? Come with me if you're done."
"But before you leave with me, you have to pack up. You can't be like this now."
"What's wrong?" The boy raised his tear-swollen eyes and looked at the little beggar in front of him who was the same age as him.
Apart from the dirty face with unclear facial features and the tattered pieces of cloth that barely covered the body, the whole body exuded a pungent smell.
No matter how you look at it, you are much better than the other person, right?
While I was wondering, a sinister laugh was heard not far away.
"Hehehe~ I'm lucky today. I came across a nice little thing. Looks like it's time for me to have some meat today! Ahahahaha!~"
Suzumiya Musashi sighed helplessly.
He knew that whatever he feared would come true.
Turning around, I saw a tall and thin figure.
The dirty clothes and the tattered sword proved that the other party was a wandering samurai.
At this moment, the look he gave the white-haired boy was full of surprise.
While the white-haired boy was still in a daze, Suzumiya Musashi had already taken action.
"Bang!" The knee hit the ground skillfully and quickly, making a sudden sound, and the head was buried deeply.
"Respected samurai, I am just passing by."
"Everything here, including this pretty boy, is yours. It's all yours!"
"Please make sure you enjoy yourself."
As he spoke, he moved his knees quickly and moved to the side, as if he was afraid of disturbing the good thing and making the other person unhappy.
The boy behind him: "(o言o)!"
Watching the wandering warrior getting closer and closer, the boy vaguely felt that something was wrong. The other party's perverted smile made him tremble uncontrollably.
"Puff!" The sword was casually stuck into the mud, the man's eyes lit up, his hands climbed onto the boy's collar, and his facial features began to twist with excitement.
The boy wanted to struggle and escape, but his legs were shaking and he couldn't muster any strength.
He couldn't help but look for help at the "little beggar" not far away.
The little beggar who just said he would take him away was now kneeling on the ground.
He lowered his head, as if he was going to kowtow to the wandering warrior.
Kowtow and beg for mercy?
Even if you kneel behind the other person, you won’t even be seen.
Despair loomed, and the warriors' arrogant laughter echoed in my ears.
"Don't worry, little one. I will teach you well. Hahahaha!"
The strong body odor and bad breath made the boy's brain dizzy. Amidst the laughter, the sound of the spring expanding was barely audible.
"Pfft!"
The laughter stopped suddenly!
A steel needle pierced through the warrior's throat, and blood dripped slowly along the silver tip of the needle.
"Grr, gh~"
The twisted smile in his eyes froze into disbelief. Just as he was about to turn his head to look at the source of the attack, he heard a gust of wind.
"Sizzle!" A sharp blade pierced into the neck from the side.
Then, cutting began back and forth inside the body, accompanied by severe pain.
The cold voice of the little beggar was heard in my ears.
"It must be uncomfortable to be penetrated."
There was no trace of fear in the little beggar's eyes. His slightly red eyes were filled with anger.
"Why, why can't people live well?"
"Why... must I die?"
"Enjoy yourself, Samurai-sama."
The sharp blade in his neck made him lose strength quickly.
The instinct of survival made him use up his last bit of strength to elbow backwards repeatedly.
He hit the little beggar behind him, and the other party groaned, but he did not let go.
The muscles were slowly cut open and he couldn't turn back.
One, two, three times... until the man's head was cut off and thrown aside.
The smell of blood in the air became stronger.
A relieved smile appeared on the little beggar's face.
"Not bad, I've lived another full day!"
Two minutes later.
Wipe the steel needle and kunai clean on the headless man's body and put them away.
He walked up to the white-haired boy and stretched out his bloody right hand.
"My name is Suzumiya Musashi."
"You can call me Musashi. What's your name?"
"..."
"My name is Oki, Nojiri Oki! From Konoha Village."
"You can call me Oki...you can call me anything!"
"From Konoha? Do you remember the way?"
"Remember...remember."
"Lead the way!"
A month later.
On the forest path, two dirty little guys moved slowly.
"Musashi, I'm starving! I think the fruit on the tree is pretty good. It's blue and has patterns on it. It looks delicious."
"Then you can eat it. After you finish eating, I will chop down the fruit tree, use it as firewood, and send it to you. The original soup will be turned into original food."
"Hey, hey, hey, stop talking so scary, okay? Are you sure you can't eat it?"
"I'm not sure, but if you eat it, you can help me confirm it."
"That green mushroom looks delicious, how about we try one?"
"Damu, if you don't want to live anymore, just say so."
"...But Musashi, if you keep going like this, I'll really starve to death!"
"You deserve to starve to death. You led the way." Suzumiya Musashi said, "Are you sure you led the right way? There won't be any wild beasts in such a dense forest, right? If we run into a stray warrior, we might still be able to survive. But if we run into a pack of wolves, tigers, or something like that, our youth will end here."
"Don't worry, trust me. This is the road I took when I left Konoha. It won't be wrong."
"After crossing this path, we will soon reach Konoha Village. I will treat you to a big meal then!"
"All expenses will be paid by Mr. Nojiri!"
Looking at Nojiri Oki's smug look, Musashi said nothing more.
He didn't have much energy to speak.
After a month of escape, the two men were covered with more bandages.
Wounds come from poisonous insects, traps and strangers.
The crisis-ridden life left him physically and mentally exhausted.
Nojiri Oki, on the other hand, seems to be more energetic than before.
When we first met a month ago, Nojiri Oki was very timid. He did whatever he said and she didn't even dare to speak loudly.
However, after just a few days of exile, he came out of his sadness and fear, and after realizing that Musashi would not easily stab his neck, he gradually became familiar with him.
The title also changed from "Adult" to "Big Brother" and finally to "Musashi".
You beg on the 1st, 3rd and 5th, and I beg on the 2nd, 4th and 6th. If you beg more, you will walk a little further. If you beg less, you will go skip a meal.
The numb life of escape didn't seem so boring anymore.
I walked for a while with an empty stomach.
The view in front of me finally opened up slowly.
Green trees, green grass, singing birds and fragrant flowers.
The quiet and peaceful atmosphere made Suzumiya Musashi feel that the ninja world he had seen in the past two months seemed like an illusion.
Looking at the vaguely familiar building, Suzumiya Musashi breathed a sigh of relief: "We're finally here - Konoha."
"Ah! My Nojiri Oki is finally back!" Startled by the sudden howl in his ear, the next moment Nojiri Oki grabbed Musashi's hand and rushed forward like a husky out of control.
