Naruto: I, the Kyuubi, am infinitely resurrected

On the road at night.

The people of a village sat in a panic on a small cart.

Puppets pull carts and transport these people.

They didn't want to leave the village where they had been born and raised for many years.

But the visitors told them that there would be all sorts of dangers ahead.

There will also be the Akatsuki organization, a presence that specializes in starting wars and assassinations.

In order to save their lives, they were reluctant to go down, and they also began to migrate.

Hataka sits in the same cart with Hotaru-chan, Sasuke, and Deidara.

The curtain hangs.

The atmosphere was awkward to the extreme.

He thought that the task given by Qing Ling should be dangerous, but he didn't expect that the task given by Qing Ling was to take the whole village to take refuge.

As long as he can migrate to the vicinity of Qingling Ninja Village, let Hotaru learn Xi real Qingling Immortal Technique and have the opportunity to open up Chakra Dantian.

Hataka hates the danger of being killed the most, and for the sake of the villagers, especially Hotaru, he has to temporarily agree.

Escorting villagers to live in another place they've never been to before?

Yu lowered his head and let the cart move forward slowly.

"Is Qingling Ninja Village really good for human pillar power?"

Hotaru looked at Sasuke coldly, as if she didn't like to talk like her master, so she asked Deidara, who was relatively more approachable.

"Of course, I am the Nine-Tails Pillar Force, and Spirit Shadow is my teacher!"

Deidara pointed at herself, spreading out her hands, her tongue spitting clay in her palms.

"When the Nine-Tails seed in my body really grows, I can merge the Nine-Tails Chakra into my clay, and I want to blow up this world and let the gods witness my art!"

Uh....

Hotaru felt as if she had asked the wrong person, so she quickly closed her mouth and sat quietly, motionless.

Deidara looked out the window depressedly, gradually distracted.

It's an artist's time to think.

......

Early morning.

They had been on the road all night, and more and more people had gathered on this great road.

The puppets that Qing Ling had borrowed from the scorpion earlier, and a few more were sent out to pull carts for these tired people.

"Where are you, why are you with us?"

The people of Soil Spider Village felt strange when they saw someone wearing shabby clothes and dragging their families on the way.

Could it be that the Xiao Organization's goal is not only their Soil Spider Village?

"You don't know that? It must have skipped work to go to Qingling Ninja Village, where my distant cousin lived and was doing quite well.

You look like us, so you must have fled. The

enthusiastic voices of these people woke up the feather in the cart.

He didn't say anything, just listened to them quietly.

"We live in the mountains and don't rely on those big names, but in order not to let them find out, we usually don't leave the village, plus the harvest is small, and we lack some daily necessities, so we can only make do."

The people of the Earth Spider Ninja Village are really doing well.

In order not to be at the mercy of the daimyo, and in order to protect the forbidden arts, they had to live in the mountains by themselves.

"Yes, this is not a solution, when the daimyo's fields are more and more, sooner or later the wasteland will be cleared to you, and it is useless to hide."

Said the farmer who fled to the Qingling Ninja Village.

"But everything is the same in this world, last year my youngest daughter left because of a sudden cold and heat, and the medical conditions in our village are limited, so I didn't save it..."

"Rice balls, the last time I ate them was half a month ago, last year's harvest was not good, you have to save some, otherwise you will starve in winter."

"That's okay, the last time I had a rice ball was when I was a child for my birthday, and my father and mother saved it for me for a long time."

Rice balls.

The rice is wrapped in seaweed, and it is delicious, and most people will wrap it with pickled sour plums, and if you are wealthy, you can also wrap it with grilled fish.

A dumpling meal is not difficult to eat.

It's just that most of it has to be given to the daimyo, and the rest can only be used to barely wrap one's stomach.

If you want to have a good meal with rice balls, you have to find a time.

Fortunately, the people of the earth spider village avoided the daimyo and had a better life, but the place where they lived was a bit barren and the harvest was poor, so they had to prepare for the cold winter and the coming year.

Life could have been better.

If there were no big names who sat back and enjoyed it.

The men were silent, they didn't know what the fate of tomorrow would be.

"The Qingling Ninja Village you are talking about, is it really so powerful!"

The people of Earth Spider Village are curious, and they also want to see if they are sick, so that they will not go hungry in winter and will not worry about the coming year.

"I don't know, it's all written by relatives, and we don't know.

My mother said that if there is a place in the world where you can really eat enough, it is all a lie.

But I don't believe it, I don't want to take a look, even if I die on the road, I have to take a look.

You say, this person lives in the world, at least he must grit his teeth and look at the days that only exist in his dreams! The

man patted the pole of the cart hard.

His wife, with a yellow face and thin muscles, hurriedly handed over a jug of water.

"It would be nice if the children could learn Xi ninjutsu, and the ninjas would do things for the daimyo and perform various tasks, and their lives would be much more prosperous."

"We're not big families, even if we are, we can live for a few generations, and it's good that two out of ten ninjas can live to be fifty years old."

If you want to have a full meal, you can.

That's a gamble with your life.

There are more and more people on the road.

In fact.

There are too many people walking towards Qingling Ninja Village, the country of spirits.

Noon.

They finally stepped into the area of the Spirit Kingdom.

Some people cheered and saw an avenue that greeted their eyes.

"Look, it's so generous!"

"Quick, get off this road, you'll die!"

The refugees suddenly became anxious and did not dare to stay on this road any longer.

Only then did the people wake up and flee in a hurry.

What road, so dangerous?

Hataka and Hotaru opened the curtain and looked at the road.

Enough to accommodate four carriages running side by side.

The roads are paved with the kind of material that can only be found in large villages, and they are so sturdy that they look expensive.

There are also fences on both sides of the road.

Inside the fence are railroad tracks.

Truly.

According to the past practice, this kind of road must not be for them to walk, it must be a road exclusive to the daimyo.

How can they be qualified?

"Damn!"

Hataka gripped the car rails indignantly.

"Master."

Hotaru looked worried, not wanting to make Hataka angry.

Woooooo

The steam boiled and the whistle sounded.

A steam train sped along the tracks on the other side of the road.

The timid children burst into tears.

The adults were already numb, and at the moment they were standing in place and at a loss.

Not for a while.

Another track, a train in the opposite direction, also came galloping.

Stop next to them.

"Did you flee from outside?"

At a small stop, which was considered by everyone to be a place where the daimyo rested, the train stopped.

The crowd looked at each other, afraid of being expelled.

"I'm from Qingling Ninja Village, I'm on duty today, if I'm going to Qingling Ninja Village, then get in the car and bring my family and luggage.

It was developed by the village's scientists, Orochimaru and Scorpion, who originally thought that such a thing was meaningless.

But Lord Spectre kept it, let it be further extended, and transformed this big guy.

And it leads to all directions, just the road of Yuyin Village, but they don't seem to be willing, obviously the technology is very advanced, but they always reject us. The

man said heartily, and everyone got into the car in a panic.

The refugees sat in their seats, listening to the buzzing as the train moved.

Dilapidated trolleys were abandoned on the road.

People went from fear to surprise to cheers.

Hataka looked out the window, and the sun left overhead and headed off into the distance.

The sun is setting again.

The moon will also rise at that time.

Hopefully, there won't be too much danger.