Chapter 462 Konohamaru in a trance

Some Konoha ninjas who were so exhausted that they were in a trance even thought that it was dawn and the sun had come out at that moment.

It was not until he saw the battle in the distance, the three stunned jonin and the cold-tempered Uchiha Aoi, that he finally realized.

It's not dawn, otherwise how could the sun set above the ground.

But what about those three Jonins?

They didn't move or fight, just stood there like three statues.

Isn't the battle over yet?

Of course, Shiranui Genma and the other two didn't know the doubts in some people's minds.

In fact, at this moment, the three of them were truly full of questions in their hearts.

? ?

???

Sometimes, we don’t speak because we have too much to say but don’t know where to start.

For example, the three jonin.

What is your method?

What is the name of Ninjutsu?

【Have you just graduated? 】

They saw clearly that as Uchiha Aoi's ninjutsu was launched, Fudo, who had just come to his senses, looked calm at first.

Until wind and fire appeared out of nowhere inside the shield.

They watched as the other person's eyes changed from calm to serious, and then turned into astonishment and panic in an instant.

His eyes widened as he tried to break through the shield, but he only had time to raise his right hand. As the firelight changed rapidly, his attack stopped.

Because he and the protective shield on his body turned into a small sun with clear edges and corners.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The flames subsided and the shield dissipated.

The darkness after the brightness affected the vision of most people, and they didn't even see a wisp of dust blown away by the night wind.

The three jonin saw it.

So they stood there, temporarily losing their ability to speak, and became strange creatures who could only pronounce the strokes of "Aba Aba" with their lips.

There is one more person who can see clearly.

Konohamaru.

Under the night sky, he stood there quietly. Although his young body was still upright, the anger in his heart seemed to be dissipating at a very fast speed.

Jonin.

Jonin!

Fight and kill the jonin!

The voice echoed in Konoha's mind over and over again.

Uchiha Aoi's previous actions were also replayed in his mind.

He had a one in a million suspicion that he had also fallen into the illusion of the other party's Sharingan, otherwise how could he see such an outrageous situation happening.

The remaining 9,999 percent of his rationality told him that yes, that was right.

In the center of the battlefield, the girl with a bun had become so powerful that he could never reach.

What kind of torment is this sour and numb feeling in your heart?

Pain, unwillingness, despair?

Konohamaru didn't know.

He only knew that he wanted to shout but had no place to make a sound, and wanted to release his energy but had no place to vent it.

A monster called "reality" ruthlessly shattered his spirit.

He stood frozen.

At this time, if a few zombies rushed up and scratched Konohamaru a few times, they might even be able to kill this confused Genin. Konohamaru was lucky.

The zombie wave is over.

Thanks to the efforts of the Konoha ninjas, and after the casualties of some poor people and ninjas, the balance of victory gradually tilted, eventually forming an unstoppable trend.

Won.

Ninjas everywhere cheered with relief, while those who couldn't cheer at all just lay on the ground and laughed foolishly.

survived.

Konoha experienced another turmoil and successfully survived.

They were very happy. They had once again passed a thrilling stage in their ninja career. When they returned home, they could take a hot bath, hug their wives to sleep, and then take a hot bath...

People are very happy.

Except Konohamaru.

The happiness belonged to others, and he just felt it was a bit noisy.

The noise even made him dazed.

I seemed to hear the ninjas' screams and shouts, and some even got up from the ground and ran.

Is it a celebration?

Konohamaru didn't know, and he didn't want to care.

He walked up to Uchiha Aoi in a daze, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start, so he could only keep it in his heart.

"Do you need help?"

"I have medicine here." Konohamaru found his voice a little hoarse.

He saw many small wounds on Uchiha Aoi's body.

In the battle with the zombies and the Jonin just now, the opponent was not as calm as he seemed and was also injured.

She just doesn't care.

Just as he was about to look for medicine in his ninja tool bag, Uchiha Aoi spoke in a cold voice.

"no need."

"Don't be so arrogant..." He was about to say this but was swallowed down in his stomach.

He saw the bright green light on Uchiha Aoi's hand.

"The Art of Immortality"!

A professional ninjutsu that only high-level medical ninjas can master.

Fortunately, Konohamaru had become numb and was not embarrassed by his actions just now... maybe.

My heart is broken beyond recognition.

Uchiha Aoi was healing herself, and Konohamaru just stared at her blankly.

In fact, staring at a girl's white and tender arms is a very impolite behavior, but Uchiha Aoi is not a shy little girl, and considering that Konohamaru is not very smart, she did not remind him.

There was a loud noise in the distance, and a faint vibration could be heard. Uchiha Aoi was healing his wounds, Konohamaru was in a daze, and the atmosphere was harmonious but a little weird.

"I won't give up." Finally, Konohamaru spoke and broke the silence.

Uchiha Aoi didn't quite understand, so she pretended not to hear and continued healing herself.

Konohamaru raised his voice and spoke loudly to Uchiha Aoi.

"I will not give up!"

"I will not give up!!"

Uchiha Aoi finally stopped what she was doing.

The healing is over.

She frowned, tilted her head back slightly, looked at Konohamaru who was shouting loudly and said unhappily: "Are you talking to me?"

"Too loud if you're talking to yourself."

There was a hint of anger in Konohamaru's eyes, and he said stubbornly: "Uchiha Aoi, I will not give up."

Uchiha Aoi frowned even tighter.

She thought for a moment and made a decision - to take three steps back.