Dark clouds rolled over the city, as if announcing the arrival of something.

The air was filled with thick water vapor everywhere, making it difficult to breathe.

"Uh..." A young man lying on the ground gently rubbed his head, opened his hazy eyes, and raised his head with difficulty.

As consciousness slowly recovered, three questions unconsciously emerged in my mind:

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Fragments of memory hit the young man's head like a tidal wave.

The boy hit his head, which didn't look very big, hard on the ground, using the pain to relieve the severe pain in his head at the moment.

The pale lips combined with the blood flowing from the teeth were bitten, creating a perfect contrast.

Slowly, two completely different memories were reorganized in his mind.

One is a long and complicated memory of a young man in his twenties, and the other is completely consistent with the simple memory of a child no more than ten years old.

The two memories overlapped, making it impossible for the boy to tell which one was his real self.

"My name is...Sheren? Or...Sheren?"

After a long time, the young man held his head with his mottled hands, and a hoarse voice slowly came out of his mouth.

The pain in his head slowly dissipated, and his memory gradually became clearer. But at this time, the pain in his body became clearer, hitting the nerves in his brain in waves, causing a large number of beads of sweat to appear on the young man's forehead again.

Enduring the pain in my body, especially in my abdomen, I forced myself to open my eyes that were subconsciously closed due to the severe pain.

I immediately targeted the most painful part of my body, my stomach!

He slowly pulled up the only piece of coarse linen covering his belly.

"This is..."

I saw that my petite and weak belly was so yellow, with rugged ribs suddenly appearing on both sides, completely unlike the belly that a normally growing child should have.

What surprised Toneri the most was that there was a series of special symbols printed in the middle of his belly, with words that Toneri recognized...

"seal up"!

Around the character "Feng", there are extremely small and strange tadpole-shaped characters, surrounding it in a perfect circle.

"Seal?!" Toneri was a little unsure.

But the words that appeared in his mind at this time were so scarce that this was the only one.

He looked up suddenly.

Because the movement was too violent, the moment I raised my head, my head throbbed again, and it felt as if something was about to come out from under the skin of my temple.

My eyes were dizzy and dark.

It took a lot of effort to recover.

The sight in front of him returned again, and Toneri began to check the surrounding situation.

A very dilapidated and simple house, the only thing that can be called furniture inside is the bed, which is essentially a combination of some weeds and rags.

In Shiren's memory, in such a war-torn era, it was a very rare thing to have a sheltered house.

Otherwise, the house was empty.

Oh, I can’t say it’s completely empty.

Sheren finally saw an old man lying on the ground at the door in a pool of blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

In fact, the other party was not far from his position, but when he raised his head, the old man's position was not within Shiren's visual range.

The old man's hand, stained with blood, pointed in the direction of Toneri, and his two eyes that had not yet been closed were staring at this direction.

It seems a bit intrusive.

But Toneri's eyes were attracted by something on the old man's forehead.

Forehead protector!!!

"Ninja!!" The word blurted out subconsciously, as if it was deeply engraved in a fragment of memory.

There is a cloud-like mark carved on the forehead protector.

"Kuno Ninja!!" The word at this time came from another memory, the memory of that young man in his twenties.

This symbol represents Kumo Ninja!

Or Kumogakure ninja!

This...is the world of ninjas!

Toneri suddenly felt a confused feeling of being both familiar and confused about where he was.

Immediately afterwards, a memory fragment popped up in his mind again.

Time goes back half an hour.

Toneri, who was sleeping on the only bed in the simple wooden house, heard the cry of the little girl and the comforting voices of her parents coming from the next room.

This crying sound was very familiar to Toneri. It came from a family living next door, and he vaguely remembered that it was a little girl who was only about two years old.

Being born in troubled times, I don’t know whether I am lucky or unlucky.

But soon the crying fell silent.

Just when Shiren was about to endure hunger and force himself to sleep again, his dilapidated wooden door was kicked to pieces.

Then an old man covered in blood appeared in his sight, holding on to the door frame.

When Shiren saw this old man, he felt as if he suddenly couldn't breathe. His face turned red and he felt as if he was suffocating.

The old man's eyes were fixed on Toneri, as if he was examining something, an item, or...a container?

The old man was seen pressing his right chest with his left hand, but blood still flowed out from between his fingers uncontrollably, staining the entire clothes.

A piece of clothing that looks like a combat uniform.

In addition, the body is also wrapped in a grayish blue coat, which is a bit thin and cannot be seen clearly.

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the old man's face slowly turned rosy.

"Onoki deserves to be known as the 'Two Scales'. The blood successor's ability to eliminate is still too terrifying. If it weren't for Erwei's tenacious vitality, I wouldn't be able to come back here...

But we have reached our limit here, and those Anbu who retreated to protect me should not be able to come back!"

It sounded like he was explaining something to someone else, or talking to himself, or maybe he was a little confused after losing too much blood.

"This place is really run-down. Children are either two-year-old or eight- or nine-year-old. There is no extra choice!"

The painful hoarse voice was squeezed out of the old man's mouth again, accompanied by a large amount of blood continuously spilling out.

Shiren could hear the complex emotions in his words, but as a young man, he couldn't discern what they were.

"Forget it, there's no other way. As you get older, your endurance will eventually be stronger. As the village's ultimate weapon, you can't disappear with me!

I hope this kid can survive until the ANBU appears..." The old man's words were like his last murmur before leaving this world.

Shiren's body is out of control!

The old man grabbed him in his hand and roughly opened his coarse linen clothes, revealing his belly that was shriveled by hunger.

I didn't expect that a dying person could have such powerful power!

There was a trace of unbearability in the old man's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by perseverance.

In this troubled world, mercy is useless, let alone a dying person like him.

He released the hand that was covering his right chest, mixed with the blood that overflowed from his chest, and drew a strange symbol on Toneri's stomach.

When the old man drew this symbol, a large amount of light blue flames rose from his body, as if to wrap him up.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth again, splashing onto Toneri's face.

It felt very obvious at the time.

blood...

It's hot.

"Er Wei!! Do you want to leave with me?

Although you can be resurrected, can you endure three years of death? I don’t want this, just lend me a little strength at the end!!!"

As the old man shouted these words, the light blue flames on his body slowly dissipated and gathered into his body.

The person being held down could not see the whole process clearly.

He only vaguely noticed that there was a similar special symbol on the old man's belly.
To be continued...