This is my ninja journey

Time passed for another half a month. The flames of war that had been burning for months on the northwest border gradually subsided. The Suna ninjas, who had suffered heavy losses, retreated in large strides, abandoning the national border line all the way back to Suna Hidden Village. The entire Land of Wind was like an undefended place, allowing free entry and exit.

However, Konoha had no intention of advancing at all. Sarutobi Hiruzen directly extended an olive branch for peace talks, as if he had become a pacifist in an instant.

The yellow sand covered the blood, and all that remained was the bargaining at the negotiating table by the upper echelons. Rumors were also spreading in the army.

The hardliners were very dissatisfied with the Hokage's proposal for unconditional surrender. No one knew why, but the front-line commander Orochimaru abandoned all power and returned to Konoha, as if to vent his dissatisfaction. However, Otonashi, who was in the army, could clearly feel the undercurrent surging during this period.

Anbu appeared frequently, and some places even had sabotage activities by 'infiltrating Suna ninjas'. Conspiracy theorists said that it was a conflict caused by the hardliners preparing to assassinate the Hokage and support Orochimaru.

People's hearts were restless, and Otonashi laughed it off. Only from the serious face of his teacher Hyuga Hinata did he see some clues, but he had no curiosity of a transmigrator at all. During this period, he was doing his own thing honestly.

Practicing ninjutsu, forging the Eight Gates, playing cards, and drawing art books, he stayed out of things and did not participate in any conspiracies. When the dust settled, he did not waste any time.

'Getting involved will only lead to death in vain. If there really was some kind of protagonist's luck, I wouldn't have become a fat sheep.'

The carriage was undulating. Leaning on the side panel and drawing, Otonashi looked extremely comfortable. This was an empty grain carriage. There was no need to travel on foot, so it was no different from an outing.

There were lush forests on both sides, and the carriage followed the winding dirt road to the east. After leaving the border, the air became humid again. Stepping out of the bloody battlefield, the nerves that had been tense for months suddenly relaxed, making people squint comfortably.

Shizune was catching up on sleep, Shisui was in a daze, Hyuga Hinata was chatting with the coachman, and on the other side of the carriage, three ninjas were looking at him neatly.

Team 7 and Team 17 were returning to Konoha on the same road, but for some reason, Namikaze Minato was kept by the Hokage's side, which made it even more meaningful in combination with the previous rumors in the army.

Otonashi's gaze stayed on Kakashi's face for a moment, then he looked up at the blue sky and suddenly closed the sketchbook in his hand.

"Uchiha Obito, why are you crowding over here?"

The boy wearing goggles cursed secretly, and slowly crawled back under Shisui's gaze, answering nonchalantly: "I just want to see what you are doing."

Otonashi was stunned, and smiled slightly viciously, "I think you want to explore the secret of my strength."

"No way!" Obito's face flushed red. Actually, Otonashi had hit the nail on the head. Except for Shizune, everyone present was curious about what he was drawing and writing every day without fail. Could it be some secret method for cultivating chakra?

"Just say it if you want to see it, but it's still too early for you." Otonashi unbuttoned his shirt and tucked the book into his arms under everyone's gaze, "You can only see it when you grow up."

"Who cares." Obito turned his head, appearing disdainful, but he secretly glanced over.

Actually, after spending a few days together on the road, he found that Hanyu Otonashi was really an amazing guy. He slept at a few points, practiced at a few points, and even playing cards and drawing with the civilians were as punctual as clockwork.

"How do you do it?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Otonashi, who was about to go to the carriage behind to be a big fat sheep, paused.

"It's just that everyone has twenty-four hours, but I always feel that you do more than me!"

In terms of the hard work of practicing ninjutsu, that Might Guy was definitely not inferior. But long-term hard work would greatly reduce efficiency. On the other hand, Otonashi both studied and played, and he was full of energy every day.

One tight, one loose, the way of both culture and martial arts. If life was only about hard training, you might go crazy, or at least easily fall into a bottleneck. But playing was always more interesting. Obito had tried it these past few days, but as a result, he played without any motivation, and he had no intention of practicing.

Otonashi thought for a while. He couldn't say that this habit had been cultivated for more than 20 years, so his smile became brighter:

"I prefer smart effort to the same effort. Besides, I am a hedonist. Ninjutsu is for life, and life is not for ninjutsu. But this requires strong time management skills."

He dropped this sentence and jumped directly to the carriage behind. The civilians who were already used to this time showed kind expressions. Seeing Otonashi was more cordial than seeing their parents. This trip of supplies was really worth it!

Seeing that the boy had gone to give money again, the few people in the carriage also looked at each other. Hatake Kakashi cursed idiot, pulled down his forehead protector to cover his eyes and lay down to sleep. Only Obito glanced at Otonashi, who was laughing wryly and掏錢 [taking out money], and quietly clenched his fists.

The convoy continued to move forward in the shaking. After crossing a hill, the view gradually widened. A large plain appeared in the distance, the farmland was slightly yellow, smoke was rising from cooking fires, and a river like a silver ribbon passed by, making people feel refreshed.

The Land of Fire occupied the best land in this world. The plains were rich in products and could support more people. A large population would naturally produce more talents suitable for being ninjas, and these talents would eventually become Konoha's military power.

Therefore, the three Shinobi World Wars all took Konoha as the top enemy, and Konoha was also able to win repeatedly from the siege. How envious would those Suna ninjas who eat sand every day be if they saw this green plain.

The road gradually became flat, and the carriage was no longer bumpy. The woods on both sides were replaced by telephone poles. As dusk approached, the lights of the village in front were already lit.

"Tonight we will rest in Shirakawa Village." Hyuga Hinata woke up the students. Now that Minato was not here, Team 7 was also under his command.

"Yes." Including Obito, no one dared to talk nonsense in front of this serious Jonin. When the carriage stopped, they picked up their luggage and jumped off the carriage.

It just so happened that Otonashi's card-playing time was also over, and he just happened to meet Shizune who was rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"Lost everything?"

"No, I still have money for food." Otonashi replied with a smile, without any bitterness in his smile.

"I really don't understand you. You can still laugh now."

"Just treat it as charity." Otonashi stopped the topic and looked at the two-story buildings around him, "Well, this village is quite wealthy."

Looking at the lights and neon signs, he was powerless to complain about the technology of the Naruto world.

There was a food industry roughly equivalent to 2000 in his previous life, videotapes and cathode-ray tubes from the 1990s, but the means of transportation were still carriages and sailboats, not to mention that the military industry was still swords and kunai.

It was a pity that he had no education in his previous life, and it would be a good choice to switch to the technology stream.

As a native, Shizune didn't feel any sense of disobedience. She glanced at the villagers who were silently watching around and said, "But the people here don't seem to welcome us very much?"

"Ninjas spread death and war. It would be strange if they welcomed us." Otonashi shrugged and walked towards the hotel with his luggage.

Konoha was said to be a ninja village under the Land of Fire, but in fact it was a kind of cooperative relationship, because the Daimyo had no power to deal with these killing machines.

And the Shinobi World War was not just a war of ninjas. Both sides did not do less things like infiltrating each other, slaughtering villages, and exterminating clans.

The military rations they ate and the kunai they used were all scraped from the lower class people. If the hundreds of thousands of casualties in each war were all ninjas, they would have been extinct long ago.

War was by no means as righteous as the Kage said. Behind any hero story were countless corpses and withered people.

But these dark things were still too early for the Chunin. They were just stunned for a moment, and then they went into the hotel with their bags.

The civilians lived in dormitories, and the ninjas lived in double rooms. The class was clear at a glance. After completing the procedures, Otonashi opened the door and threw his luggage on the ground. Hearing the sound of the shower and the girl's cheers in the next room, he opened the balcony window and looked down at the lights.

In the distance, the river was sparkling with lights, and the constant flow of people was reinforcing the bridge. But it was too far away, and he couldn't see how well guarded it was.

The night wind poured in, and everything was quiet and peaceful. After a while, the sound of a door opening sounded behind him.

"You're here?"

"Yes, I just met a group of refugees from the southwest border and gave them some money and food." The visitor was Shisui. The clothes with red and white fans were still stained with many stains. It was conceivable how intense the 'battle' was just now.

"You're kind-hearted." Otonashi sighed. People couldn't be saved.

"Anyway, I have no use for that money." The boy smiled embarrassedly, came to Otonashi's side, looked down at the scenery, and suddenly asked, "What you said just now, is there really no peace?"

Peace?

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Otonashi's mouth. The scenes of killing in the past few months flashed through his mind, and he replied indifferently:

"Where there are people, there will be war. Our fathers participated in the Second War, and our children may participate in the Fourth War. Maybe one day, a genius like the First Hokage will appear to suppress the ninja world, but it will only prolong the peace. The great war will eventually come."

"So there is no eternal peace?"

Shisui took a deep breath. The boy, who had carried dozens of lives on his back before he was eight years old, had a confused look on his face. After a moment, his face gradually became firm, and he gripped the railing so hard that it creaked.

"Then I will at least bring peace to Konoha, so that the people I want to protect will never be displaced like those refugees!"

In the night wind, the boy seemed to find a goal to strive for.