Chapter 1

Plop!

A figure flew backwards five or six meters and fell to the ground.

"Kazama!"

A young woman in a black robe dodged the attack of the white monster, came to Kazama, and helped him up.

Tick, tick!

Drops of bright red blood dripped from the man's wound, and were washed away by the rain when they landed, slowly losing their color.

Kazama covered his left eye, gritted his teeth, and just groaned, but the scarlet streaks on half of his cheek and arm were extremely conspicuous.

The young woman wanted to speak, but was stopped by Kazama, who pushed her at the same time, "Run, get out of here quickly."

Seeing this, Jiusuke and Daibutsu, who were not far from Kazama, knocked the white monster who was fighting with them to the ground, and the two of them rushed to the white vortex masked man at the same time.

The two were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the white vortex masked man.

Jiusuke, who had facial wrinkles on his face, jumped high and chopped the masked man's head with the samurai sword in his hand; while the tall Buddha swung the iron rod in his hand and swept it towards the masked man's waist.

Unfortunately, the attacks of the two people passed through the masked man's body. When the two were confused, the masked man raised his hand, "Wood Release·Pole Insertion Technique!"

"Don't..."

As Fengjian shouted, two long wooden thorns grew out of the masked man's arms and pierced directly into the bodies of Jiusuke and the Buddha, giving them a chill.

"Ah! Damn bastard!" Fengjian rushed to the masked man, regardless of the pain in his left eye, holding the samurai sword with both hands and stabbing the masked man.

The masked man jumped and passed over Fengjian's head.

Before the masked man landed, he used the pole insertion technique again, which was more powerful than before, and produced many long wooden thorns, which pierced into the bodies of those who were fighting the white monster.

Of course, this also includes the woman who helped Fengjian get up.

When Fengjian turned around and found that all his companions had died under the wood escape technique, he shouted and rushed towards the black and white face who was watching the excitement not far away.

Fengjian's idea was very simple. If he couldn't beat the masked man, he would take the black and white face away, so that he would not live in vain.

Why is he called black and white face?

Because his face is half black and half white, and there is a huge pitcher plant growing on his shoulder, wrapping his head in it.

This is a pitcher plant that has become a spirit.

Black and white face sneered and slowly raised his left hand, and many white monsters appeared on the ground.

Why is it a white monster? Because it only has half a face.

The white monster blocked Fengjian and fought with Fengjian.

When Fengjian killed one with a knife and just took a step forward, a puff sounded in his ear, and at the same time, a knife tip emerged from his left chest.

Fengjian looked at the tip of the knife in astonishment, as if he had forgotten the pain. He slowly turned his head and saw the scarlet eyes of the masked man, which were full of disdain.

"You feel pain this time, right?" The masked man took a step back, and at the same time, the sword was pulled out of Fengjian's body.

The moment the sword was pulled out, the piercing pain spread throughout Fengjian's body, and he was sweating all over, gasping for breath, and screaming in pain.

Ah!

In a Japanese-style bedroom, a man in his early thirties sat on the bed, gasping for breath, and sweat flowed down his forehead and long hair.

After a while, the man wiped the sweat with his hand, and his lips turned down, revealing a bitter smile. He actually dreamed of that day again. It seems that this is his nightmare.

The experience in the dream is the man's personal experience, that is, the man is that Fengjian.

Rubbing his face, Fengjian ignored the mattress soaked with sweat and lay down again, as if the dampness was dispensable to him.

Looking at the ceiling, Fengjian sighed secretly, time flies so fast, and he has been in the Naruto world for more than 20 years.

Yes, Fengjian is a time traveler, who traveled to the Naruto world, to the Rain Village during the Second Ninja World War, and is also a war orphan.

In his previous life, although he had watched the Naruto anime, he did not watch it all, because he liked to watch long TV series or anime in a jumpy way.

Some time ago, he accidentally downloaded a Naruto mobile game on Baidu. It was not produced by a certain company, and he didn't know which company produced it.

The gameplay of this game is very simple. Just create a character, enter the game, and start the mission journey.

Complete the mission, get points, and use the points to exchange for various props, ninjutsu, bloodlines and tailed beasts.

Moreover, the tasks are calculated by time, which means that after accepting the task, you just need to wait for the time and you don’t need to worry about it anymore.

But there is one bad thing, the difficulty of the task is random, the easy ones have few points, and the difficult ones have high points.

One day, he complained about the game, saying that it only gave him simple D-level tasks in the past few days, which made him accumulate a lot of points.The growth rate was extremely slow.

Then, after a nap, he opened his eyes and found himself in a cave.

He was wearing something inexplicable, and the more he woke up, the more he collapsed.

When he saw Yahiko with orange hair and Konan with blue hair, he felt a little familiar, but when Nagato with red hair showed his terrifying eyes of reincarnation, he was completely confused.

Although Naruto is good-looking, it is not suitable for ordinary people to live in. This is an anime with a distorted worldview.

At least, that's what Kazama thinks.

Moreover, it is very bloody and violent here. How can a good young man living in peacetime deal with this world?

After fusing the memories, he learned that the original owner was called Kazama, and his parents were civilians who died in the war.

He is one year younger than Konan.

After that, Kazama chanted various spells in the confusion of the three children, such as "Open Sesame" and "The system will come out soon..."

In short, just when Yahiko thought he should find a doctor for Kazama, Kazama lay on the ground with his eyes blank.

Because, he is a person without a system.

In the end, Kazama had no choice but to accept the fact. Since he had no system, he would rely on himself. Anyway, he would soon have the guidance of a famous teacher.

But when Jiraiya came, he also waited for the tragic result. His training talent was too ordinary.

But he did not give up on himself, but worked hard to practice physical skills and swordsmanship. He did not want to dominate, he just wanted to live.

After Jiraiya left, Yahiko began to carry forward his childish ideas and wanted to make the world peaceful by talking.

Kazama's rebuttal was invalid, because the three to one ratio meant that the minority obeyed the majority.

As for the ending, Kazama was stabbed by the masked man, that is, Uchiha Obito.

If it were someone else, that knife would definitely kill him, but it was a pity that he met Kazama, and that knife could not kill him, because his heart was a little different, not on the left but on the right.

So, after Obito and Zetsu left, Kazama bit his lower lip hard, endured the severe pain, and moved step by step to the river not far away.

He jumped into the river and was washed downstream by the water. He was rescued and saved his life.

Ring, ring, ring!

The alarm clock on the bedside table bounced around on the table, interrupting Fengjian's memories.

He rubbed his face and patted the alarm clock to stop it from ringing.

Coming to the bathroom, Fengjian looked at himself in the mirror.

His light yellow hair fell to his shoulders, his blue pupils with a faint glow exuded an indescribable loneliness, and there was an ugly scar on his left eye.

He slapped his cheeks with cold water to sober himself up.

Coming out of the bathroom, Fengjian changed into a light blue turtleneck, gray loose pants, a belt around his waist, and an eye mask on his left eye.

He tied the ends of his hair into a small bunch with a hair tie, and let his left bangs down to slightly cover his left eye.

He took down the samurai sword from the wall and slung it across his waist.

Before Fengjian could take the bamboo hat next to him, there was a hurried knock on the door.

When he opened the door, a young man of about fourteen or fifteen stood outside the door. He had black hair, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was very energetic.

"Uncle Fengjian, come on, teach me swordsmanship."

Hearing the young man's words, Fengjian regretted that he had been looking for trouble a while ago and provoked such a studious baby.

Seeing that Fengjian did not move, the young man turned back and urged him again.

"Ida, it's not possible during this period. I have to go out with the caravan." Fengjian said with a smile.

Yesterday, when he learned that he had to go out with the team again, Fengjian was still a little depressed. It was not as comfortable as lying in bed outside in the wind and sun.

But the appearance of the young man in front of him made him feel that the wind and sun were also a good choice.

Hearing this, there was a trace of disappointment in the young man's eyes, but he soon became energetic again, "Uncle Fengjian, let me go with you."

"Hehe...Ida, you know that only the boss has the final say in this kind of thing." Fengjian spread his hands, indicating that he could not help.

"I know, so I'll go find the boss." The young man said, turned around and ran.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

With this speed, he must be the champion in the Olympics.

Feng Jian smiled and shook his head, secretly sighing that young people are full of energy, unlike himself, who is increasingly prone to lying down, because his goal in this life is to live.