This is my ninja journey

As autumn approached, the wind was clear and the air was crisp.

The half-ripe wheat outside the village rippled in a light golden wave, and the streets were bustling with people.

Today was market day, and various vendors on both sides of the road had displayed a dazzling array of goods, and the shouts continued. The villagers who were still faintly hostile yesterday had become amiable at this moment.

No one would have trouble with money. Ninjas were all rich people. The rewards they earned from risking their lives were enough for ordinary people to live for half a month. The Konoha ninjas who only stayed in Shirakawa Village for one day were naturally big customers.

Ah...

Obito yawned and secretly glanced at Otonashi beside him. He got up at five o'clock this morning to train, faintly intending to compete. Unexpectedly, when he arrived, he found that Otonashi had gotten up earlier and was already practicing taijutsu.

'This monster, how many hours does he sleep a day?' Rubbing his swollen temples, he carefully observed Otonashi's complexion and his heart trembled.

Everyone came out to buy local specialties to take back to Konoha, but this guy didn't even look sideways, and he didn't hear the shouts at all.

What a terrifying willpower!

He pinched the bulging wallet in his pocket and decided not to buy anything today.

'I seem to want to buy that art book...' Otonashi stared at Rin and Shizune, who were choosing headwear in front of him, and quietly pinched his empty wallet.

He had to hold back, otherwise he would only be able to eat instant noodles when he got back.

The Chunin, who had faintly made a name for himself, seemed extremely poor, but Shisui next to him came over.

"How about I buy it for you first, and you pay me back after we return to Konoha?"

"No need." Otonashi refused without hesitation. Being a fat sheep was his own business, and there was nothing to regret.

"Then forget it." Shisui didn't say much. Just then, the two female ninjas who were shopping in front were surrounded by a group of people.

There were about a dozen people, all children of similar age, ragged, emaciated, and holding out their dirty hands not to rob, but to ask for food.

"Those refugees again?"

"Yes, it seems that my kindness yesterday did harm." Shisui replied in a low voice. Kindness often brought trouble, which could be regarded as a lesson for him.

"As long as the war exists, these things will never be finished." Otonashi shook his head gently. He had seen enough of similar things in his previous life. As long as the war continued, tragedies would continue to be produced.

Perhaps it was the age of twelve or thirteen, or perhaps it was Konoha's education, but these Chunin were quite kind. Shizune and Rin gave away all the money they had, but the children still didn't leave.

"Not enough?"

"No, there are many people in their families who were injured while fleeing." The brown-haired Rin looked at Otonashi and the others, and said a little pleadingly, "Shizune and I want to help."

Healers had a compassionate heart. Perhaps they hadn't realized that it was the ninjas who created the tragedy, but they couldn't help but reach out to help.

"I'll help too!"

Before Otonashi could speak, Uchiha Obito couldn't help but follow. No one knew whether he was really kind or wanted to chase girls.

The remaining Kakashi, Shisui, and Otonashi looked at each other. How could they stop such a thing? That's good, doing good deeds to accumulate merit.

It was a pity that the two teams originally planned to take a group photo.

The village was not big, and the refugees lived in a nearby depression. The Daimyo of the Land of Earth had already sent officials to set up porridge sheds to provide relief, but the thin porridge, which was clear enough to see the reflection, was just a drop in the bucket.

Several samurai wearing armor and carrying swords stood at the entrance of the village. Any riot would be suppressed in the first place. They were faintly hostile to the Konoha ninjas who arrived, but they didn't say anything out of fear of their power.

'The era of samurai is long gone.' Otonashi had half samurai blood, and he knew more about the history of hundreds of years ago than others.

To put it simply, except for a few small countries, ninjas with a complete training system had replaced samurai as the backbone of combat power. The latter could only maintain law and order except for their arrogance on the surface. Even the Daimyo had to rely on hiring ninjas to ensure their safety.

A ten-year-old ninja could form seals and use ninjutsu to burn dozens of people to death, but it was impossible for a samurai to do this without decades of hard training.

"My grandfather is over there." A boy's voice interrupted Otonashi's contemplation. The latter looked up and saw many thatched huts in the depression.

Simple, dilapidated, and disorganized. Old people with crutches and naked children were walking in the mud, numb and lifeless. When they saw the forehead protectors of Shizune and the others, they shrank back into the tents.

"Where are the young people here?" Otonashi suddenly asked.

"The uncles and aunts were taken away by the officials to reinforce the bridge."

So they were used as coolies. It seemed that it was not easy to eat thin porridge.

Otonashi knew that there was an old bridge in disrepair to the east of the village. It spanned a river more than ten meters wide and was an important logistical hub. After all, ninjas could run on the water, but carriages could not.

The group entered this small refugee camp, and the dilapidated scene made everyone a little silent. Shizune and Rin went to save the wounded. Their medical ninjutsu had miraculous effects on external injuries.

Obito was not idle either. He used the superb physical strength of a ninja to repair the roof. On the contrary, the three battlefield elites had nothing to do.

"Is he always so nosy?" Shisui glanced at the famous dead-last in his family.

"Yes." Kakashi nodded lightly, without any emotion in his eyes.

This was not a mission, and he had no interest.

After spending a few days together, everyone knew that Hatake Kakashi was taciturn and regarded missions as everything. Otonashi had no intention of changing other people's worldviews.

"Otonashi, can you help me?" Shisui suddenly said.

The boy looked at Shisui, hesitated for a moment, and nodded lightly: "Okay."

The two went to help. They were sweating profusely under the midday sun. Kakashi just watched quietly, as if he had become a sculpture.

Using battlefield skills to do chores was undoubtedly extremely efficient. Just as Hyuga Hinata came to urge them to hurry, the things in the refugee camp had already been done.

"Thank you, ninja-sama!"

Hours of labor seemed to eliminate the estrangement between the two sides. The child knelt on the ground and bowed, to repay the kindness of curing his grandfather's broken leg.

"We didn't do anything. Here, this is a gift." Rin smiled and pulled the boy up, handing him a few candies, "I hope you can safely find a place to stay."

"Yes, when my parents come back, we will move to a safer place. I also want to become a Konoha ninja!"

The child's innocent voice made several people smile. Otonashi pulled up his vest, but saw Obito approaching again.

"I thought you wouldn't help for the sake of practice." The boy with goggles was a little surprised and a little gratified.

"It's just a small effort. Besides, didn't you see that I was practicing ninjutsu when I was repairing the house?" Otonashi smiled, stepped onto the high ground and nodded slightly to Hinata, and then looked back at the renovated refugee camp.

Under the sunlight, there were still those thatched huts, still those old, weak, sick and disabled, but the overall atmosphere had changed.

War and killing would never bring happiness. Only peace and construction could bring people closer. But in today's world, where is there peace? How much pain caused by the war could a few Chunin make up for?

He remembered what Shisui said last night, and felt that there was a reason why he had not fully integrated into Konoha for more than ten years.

The more you bear, the more obvious the pain.

Otonashi no longer wanted to be entangled in philosophical issues, but he saw a hunting falcon lightly land on Hyuga Hinata's shoulder. The latter's face immediately changed greatly, and he walked over quickly.

"Team 7 and Team 17 assemble! Iwa Hidden Village of the Land of Earth has declared war on Konoha!"

"What?!" Otonashi was also shocked. This great ups and downs of life came too quickly. He was still helping people rest in their houses and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere just now, but in an instant he was dragged into the abyss of war.

Not only was he shocked, but when his companions gathered, he also thought of an important question.

Why did Iwa declare war at this time? It was obvious that the tactic of luring the enemy deep had not worked, unless--

Boom!!

A huge explosion came from afar. Then, a hundred-meter-high water column mixed with bricks and stones flew into the sky.

"The bridge was blown up!"

Iwa wanted to cut off Konoha's supply line, so that the army would be trapped on the southwest border and unable to move, or to directly destroy the armistice negotiations between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind.

If the supply line was cut off, Konoha would have to attack the Land of Wind and take food from the enemy!

"Let's go over and take a look." Hyuga Hinata gave the order without hesitation. Several ninjas heard heartbreaking cries behind them as they advanced.

"Daddy!!"

"Don't look back, our mission is not to comfort children." Otonashi roared in a low voice, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on his sword!