Chapter 209 Hanzo's Cowardice, Sand Village and Konoha Attack Rain Village Together!

"Your so-called most benevolent and benevolent Lord Daimyo has left so many people without a way to live and countless disasters."

"And I, standing in front of you, am willing to give those who have no way to live a choice, and I will be called a thief by you..."

Yun Chuan tilted his head, pretending to be confused, and said with a smile: "Do you think it's funny?"

"You..." The warrior opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

But soon he began to curse without hesitation, just repeating his loyalty and righteousness back and forth.

After hearing the words "Northern China", "Rebels" and "Thief Leaders" being cursed by the samurai, the boy finally connected the man in front of him, who was as gentle as a noble or even gentler than a noble, with the rebellion in the northern part of the Kingdom of Rain that had been publicized in recent days. together.

In the mouths of the Rain Country daimyo and others, "Muzan Unkawa" was the son of a former noble. After killing his brother and father, he fled to the north in embarrassment. He has been exaggerated into a cruel and ruthless devil.

Ugly, evil, violent...

Words like this were used on Kumokawa in order to completely demonize Kumokawa's image, thus cutting off the idea of ​​southern civilians fleeing to the north.

Although the person in front of him was completely different from the image of the devil in his impression, and was even the opposite of handsome and kind...but the young man still felt a little scared for a moment.

When their family lived a happy life and had enough food and clothing, and before the village was destroyed, his parents had scolded him that only ungrateful and shameless scum would rebel against the daimyo.

But at this moment, everything has been lost, and the young man is a little confused.

"court death!"

Looking at the warrior who had lost his hands and feet but was still chattering, Asa's tone became cold, but he just took a step forward and was stopped by Yun Chuan beside him.

Yunchuan didn't say anything, he just looked quietly at the samurai who didn't have much strength but still wanted to vent his hatred and anger.

The Way of the Samurai is a principle that orthodox warriors must strictly abide by. It is a spiritual belief based on virtues such as justice, courage, benevolence, etiquette, sincerity, honor, loyalty, and self-denial.

"Yi" is originally the strictest teaching in the samurai code, requiring samurai to abide by righteousness and morality.

"Courage" requires warriors to have the spirit of daring and perseverance, as well as high martial arts.

"Benevolence" prevents warriors from becoming militaristic warriors, but must have the virtues of tolerance, love, sympathy, and compassion.

"Etiquette" is not just demeanor, but also an external expression of emotion and care for others.

"Sincerity" requires the samurai to remain honest and at the same time to be free from temptations from the outside world.

The consciousness of "honor" includes personal dignity and clear awareness of value. It requires warriors to be willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of reputation, and to have the character of distinguishing right from wrong and maintaining patience and perseverance.

"Loyalty" is of paramount importance. It is the bond between people in various situations. Loyalty to one's master is the creed that warriors must abide by.

"Self-restraint" requires warriors to restrain their selfish desires and not let desires influence their beliefs, so that they can serve the monarch and protect the country and its people.

Only by fulfilling these virtues can a samurai maintain his honor, a spirit that is neither good nor evil.

However, after ninjas became the mainstream of the ninja world and samurai became vassals of the nobility, the "samurai way" went to extremes and gradually became distorted.

If "the father has a fault", the son should "not listen to the three admonitions, then cry and follow him"; if "the king has a fault", the minister should "fail to listen to the three admonitions, then run away".

However, the warriors paid more and more attention to "honor", "self-restraint" and "loyalty", and paid more and more attention to the precepts of the monarch and his ministers, ignoring righteousness, courage, benevolence, etiquette and sincerity. Even if the monarch is tyrannical and unethical, he must fulfill his duties as a minister.

There is no doubt that this kind of thinking runs counter to orthodoxy.

"Poor, stupid guy, full of unfounded hatred and anger."

Yun Chuan smiled and narrowed his eyes, and said in a normal tone: "The only value of this kind of tool that has no self and helps others to do harm is to die together with those nobles."

After that, he stopped looking at the warrior and turned to look at the young man.

"Hey, kid."

Asa, who was wearing a black robe, walked over, took out a money bag from his arms, handed it to the young man and said coldly: "Take the travel money, go home and hide with those people, and don't come out again."

But the boy whose face was covered with mud and who only had a few rags on his body just looked at him, silently looking up at the cold and hard face.

"Hazy." The young man said suddenly.

"...What?" Asa was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was saying his name. He frowned and said impatiently, "Why don't you continue?"

"Sir, our village has been destroyed." The young man said calmly.

Asa was slightly stunned, silent for a moment, and continued: "It doesn't matter if the village is destroyed. Home is where your family is. This money is enough for you to find a safe place and build a new village."

"Sir, my parents have died at the urging of that noble. My sister was also captured by the noble's warriors not long ago. My brother chased after her, had her limbs broken and was thrown out, but she did not survive. ”

There was a palpitating calmness on Hazy's face, or in other words, numbness.

"I thank you. You are a good person, different from those beasts in human skin, but..."

Looking at Asa's slightly dazed face, Hao stretched out his right hand with the broken index finger and pushed back the money bag in front of him: "I don't need it anymore."

Hearing this, Asa fell silent for a moment.

Hasn't the Sand Village army been repelled? How could the southern part of the Rain Country come to this?

He originally thought that the invasion of the great power was the initiator of all the tragedies, but now it seems that at least, it is not entirely the case...

If there was no Lord Kumokawa in the northern part of the Rain Country, would it have ended up like the southern part of the Rain Country now?

Of course it would, after all, it was only separated by a river, and it was Kumokawa who made that river a natural barrier.

"Your name is Long, right?"

While Asa was silent, Kumokawa walked over, pointed at the samurai with broken hands and feet, looked at Long and asked with a smile: "Do you dare to take him to the daimyo's mansion and say hello to the daimyo for me?"

Long was stunned for a moment, staring at those dark blue eyes, as if he had thought a lot, but it seemed that he had thought nothing.

Finally, he staggered to his feet and sneered, "You're just a worthless person, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Okay." Yunchuan's mouth curved deeper, turned his head and looked into the shadows, and smiled, "Yitaka, it's your turn."

After the words fell, Yitaka walked out of the shadows in silence, his hand on the short knife at his waist, his eyes as cold as rain.

"I will obey your orders."

He responded, met Long's gaze, and the two looked at each other, and sneered in the same way, "Little boy, don't be scared to pee your pants when you see blood there."

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At the same time, the border station between the Rain Country and the Fire Country.

The rain in the dark night whipped the tent. Except for a corner illuminated by a high lamp, the rest of the camp was dark and nothing could be seen clearly.

Hanzo, with a somewhat vicissitudes of life, stood in front of the window in the tent. Through the thin transparent plastic window, he could see the rain falling like a waterfall, which was blown like smoke and fog by the strong wind.

He was floating in the muddy water like a rootless duckweed. In the rainstorm, under the rippling water, it seemed that there were groups of blood-thirsty tiger fish swimming around, all wanting to tear off a piece of flesh from his body.

Hanzo looked down at the small basket of food on the ground. For a moment, anger, guilt, humiliation, fear... and other emotions all surged into his heart.

How could this little food, which was the daily ration of the Rain Ninja, feed a living person?

On the way after leaving the old man without saying goodbye, he saw too many things that he had ignored.

He looked at the town and saw that the stone-walled houses that were once prosperous and had countless craftsmen were all broken and dilapidated.

He looked at the riverside and saw that the place that was once full of vitality and joy had been completely submerged by the river that brought prosperity.

He saw that the once busy port handling ships were only left in ruins under the flames of war, that the few wheat fields that were once lying on the ground had fallen, and that the civilians who had been rescued by him from the hands of the Sand Village had starved to death on the roadside.

He didn't even dare to stop, and could only keep running and walking, in a state of embarrassment that was almost like running away, until he returned to the border station.

Has the Land of Rain come to this point?

What was the purpose of his efforts so far? What exactly has changed?

Hanzo, who dared to face the Sand Village, now dared not even go out of the tent, because he didn't dare to see the civilians, afraid of seeing their miserable appearance.

The number of civilians who died now far exceeded that when Musashi was in charge of the Hidden Rain Village, and the number of civilians who starved to death due to the increasingly heavy taxes was countless.

Of course, he knew what caused all this.

It was the stalemate of the war, the resources that were constantly consumed, and the flesh and blood that were constantly squeezed...

Musashi once said: You can't save everyone.

Hanzo understood, but he didn't know that more people would die because of him.

He told himself that this was a necessary sacrifice, and told himself that this was the pain that must be experienced to end the war. As long as the war was ended, he could be on an equal footing with the big countries, and only in this way could the Land of Rain achieve long-term peace.

However, Hanzo overestimated himself.

Perhaps it was influenced by the special geographical environment, or perhaps it was influenced by the atmosphere of the entire country.

In the ninja world, there is only one consensus about the ninjas of the Hidden Rain Village.

——"Small temperament".

Even though Hanzo has a powerful force that is not like that of a ninja from a small country, he still cannot escape the influence of the atmosphere of the surrounding environment.

Just like the weapon called "chain" he used.

No matter how sharp it is in Hanzo's hands, it cannot change the fact that it developed from a farm tool.

As a samurai who adheres to righteousness, courage, benevolence, courtesy, and honesty, he simply cannot take it for granted that all this is a sacrifice. The back that he once thought was strong and broad cannot bear these hundreds of thousands of extremely heavy hopes.

What if he loses?

If he loses, how can he face those who admire him?

If he loses, how can he be worthy of those who starved to death due to increased taxes?

If he loses, will he fall from a hero admired by thousands of people to a sinner despised by thousands of people?

Fear, trembling, cowardice, shrinking...

If they had not resisted the great power out of rage, perhaps this war would have ended earlier than it is now, and perhaps the Rain Country would not have lost so many people like it is now?

Hanzo could not help but have such thoughts in his mind.

This indomitable and extremely sharp sword was now being rusted by the blood on the sword.

"Hanzo-sama."

When he was distracted, a cautious voice suddenly came from behind him.

Hanzo came back to his senses, quickly put away the timidity on his face, turned his head to look at the one-eyed Rain Ninja behind him, and said in a normal tone: "What's the matter?"

"The Konoha team that is escorting resources has arrived." The one-eyed rain ninja lowered his head and said.

Hearing this, Hanzo was stunned for a moment, and then his expression gradually became indifferent.

Yes.

At this moment, he could no longer afford to retreat.

If he retreated now, he would be ruined, which frightened him more than death.

"Then let's go and see what Konoha is up to."

Hanzo said coldly, and the coldness in his words was like a hammer hitting a nail into the table. When he stepped out of the tent, a thunder like a war drum sounded in the sky.

Rumble! !

A huge cave seemed to have cracked in the gray sky, and a flash of lightning cut through the darkness and illuminated the world. Bean-sized raindrops poured down from the cave, forming criss-crossing water channels on the ground.

Along with the thunder, the rain seemed to be getting heavier and more intense, and the sound of the wind was mixed with the roar of thunder.

Following hundreds of rain ninjas, Hanzo came to the border between the Land of Rain and the Land of Fire, and looked up at two figures in the rain in the distance.

That was Tsunade of Konoha, and Chiyo of Sand Village.

Boom! !

Fire rose in the camp behind Hanzo, and the roar of the detonation tag shattered the rain curtain, opening the prelude of this premeditated plot.

"Hanzo, that's it, surrender!"

Chiyo's voice penetrated the rain curtain and reached Hanzo's ears clearly.

Feeling the murderous intent coming from the front along with the cold rain, Hanzo, who was wearing a gas mask and holding a sickle in his hand, also understood.

His light yellow long hair fluttered with the wind and rain, and at this moment Hanzo calmed down instead.

"The Wind Country and the Fire Country have joined forces... You big countries are not willing to give us a chance to live?" Hanzo slowly raised his hand, took off the mask on his face, and whispered, "In that case..."

Before he finished speaking, the ripples of the water under his feet spread out, and he disappeared in front of everyone at an almost silent and terrifying speed.

At the same time, scarlet chakra filled with tyranny surged out of Tsunade's body, and her originally orange-yellow pupils instantly shrank into fox-like vertical pupils.

Bang! !

The sickle swept across Tsunade's neck, but was blocked by the dark red chakra fist. The moment the two collided, sparks bloomed luxuriantly at the point of impact.

The firelight separated the two people on the left and right like a wall. Hanzo didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to Tsunade in front of him, and whispered: "Then die here."

Perhaps, dying on the battlefield is their best ending.