Naruto: I, the Kyuubi, am infinitely resurrected

This night.

After the banquet.

Rain.

Summer is coming to an end.

It is when the heavens extinguish its flames.

The people who stayed in the house had their own agendas.

The child is in a sweet dream, looking forward to tomorrow.

The adults knew that a war that was about to go down in history was about to begin.

While they were in the spirit realm, the green spirits ran out of chakras and died, and the village fell into the two camps of Sasuke and Naruto, and then split and merged, and the great battles finally killed an era.

The name of the Spirit Kingdom, like other small kingdoms, eventually disappeared into history.

This ending is not destined to be what they want.

That dream that seemed like a fantasy made everyone realize in their hearts the importance of the Qingling Ninja Village.

Away from here, they no longer have a real home.

In the alleys.

Every house has an electric light that is not extinguished.

There is a wife who puts a blanket on her husband, but the latter sighs worriedly, he is just a farmer from the land of the wind, and he does not know anything about war.

It didn't take long to practice chakra martial arts, and he lived with the strength of his hands and the agricultural knowledge taught in the village.

It is said in the village that everyone has their own merit after work.

When you get sick, you can be treated free of charge, and the village is responsible for disability and aging.

Children can also choose to learn Xi what they like.

It doesn't matter if you like to live in isolation, you need to get a certain amount of materials, so you can come to the village every month to exchange, and you can hand over some of the fruits, livestock, clothes, and works of art that you have created by living alone.

can be exchanged for the contribution to the village.

He remembered all this, the man took out a small book, on which was his crooked handwriting, not long after learning to write, he couldn't write anything, just barely used it.

But on it, it is full of all kinds of big things in the village.

He did his best to write with a pen that was not very skillful.

"There may be a war in the future, I don't want the doll to go without the ninja academy, my wife is also worried, and she has been losing sleep lately.

Today, when Spirit-sama returns, we see hope, but what happened in the dream is too real.

I don't think our worries are unwarranted. "

Inside the house.

The child was holding a ragdoll in her arms, a nine-tailed fox dressed in green clothes, and two sappy-like eyes, which her mother had brought from the banquet stall.

It's made by an aunt who is good at making ragdolls, and it's cute.

Around the corner of the alley.

Another man with a thin stature was walking around the house.

His wife, apparently a straightforward person, whispered the phone to every house in the village.

Not much.

The man draped his wife in a raincoat.

Figures gathered in this pouring night, and they appeared in a large shed, sheltered from the wind and rain.

The lights were turned on, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

"Listen to me, everyone, Lord Spirit is really alive, but my plan to protect the village can't be stopped, the village does have a fighting ninja preparation, and a defense guard

! But this is our village!

The village we built together!" This kind of

gathering has been going on for several days, since they woke up, but Qing Ling has not returned, people have begun to secretly practice Xi ninjutsu at night, practicing martial arts.

Working during the day, I can only find a little time to cultivate at night.

Outside the big shed.

Figures walked by quickly, as if confirming the safety of the villagers here.

Wearing raincoats and patrolling with heavy guards, they walked through the streets and alleys.

Go to open the way for the girls who work the night shift, and take care of the lights of thousands of homes.

They would meet under the sacred tree every time and start the next shift.

Such days have long become Xi, and no matter which village the ninjas come from, no matter how much they fight, they will still protect this place dutifully.

The Uchiha clan gathered in their clan's greenhouse, and when they heard the guards outside walking by, their hearts were still much calmer.

It seems that the days of caution of the Uchiha clan in Konoha Village are long gone.

The current patriarch, Uchiha Fugaku, is expounding his plan.

"At present, there is only one martial artist in our clan, Sasuke, and the others are only preparatory ninjas, and the children still have to learn Xi in the ninja academy, so don't involve them.

I received the latest news, the second Five Shadows Conference of the Five Great Ninja Villages was held under the communication of the Thousand Hands, and the attendees were all the first generation of eyes of the year.

What they have to decide is most likely whether to join forces or not!

This information has been reported by Sasuke, so don't slack off!"

Their red pupils are full of power, and guarding them is something that the Uchiha clan has engraved in their blood.

In the dark room, the undercover agents of other villages are engraved with the latest information.

The information they sent back was becoming less and less recognized.

Tonight will be the same as ever.

In a small building to the east, more than a dozen families live here, and since the installation of the elevator, life seems to be really convenient.

In order not to attract anyone's attention.

Kojiro Guashita, who came from Wuyin Village, was writing the information again and again, and crumpled it up.

Eventually, he stood up and turned on the light.

Sit down in your chair.

This time he no longer wrote intelligence, but a letter from home.

"Mother, I have been doing well in the Spirit Country, and it has been nearly half a month since I was separated, and the news of the return of the Spirit Shadow must have reached the Land of Water.

My father is ill, and my bounty for completing the mission has not been enough to cure it, and you are in need of care in your old age, and the people I admire are very popular in the village.

Sickness, aging, my uncertain future, the couple I was pursuing, and a courtyard, I didn't know if there was enough to get them.

I don't know what I'm talking about Mother.

I'm worried about another era of blood mist in the village, and I'm worried that the life I've earned now will be gone.

According to mythology, human beings originated from the Six Realms of Immortals, and I think that such a war may eventually come to an end.

I'm lost, Mother!

Tell me if there is the sound of raindrops falling on my heart as well. "

Rainy night.

There are still a lot of people from other villages who are struggling to write books, I don't know how many people have changed the information into family letters, and I don't know how many people are struggling inside.

This rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it seems to be going to sweep the whole world.

Will it wash away the sins of all people, or will it turn into an unprecedented flood?

No one knows.

Maybe it's the sky, I want to make the world a rainy village.

Under the Sacred Tree.

Sasuke was immersed in the sound of the rain, as if every drop had hit the bottom of his heart.

Naruto leaned his back against the tree, indifferent to the cold wind blowing on his face.

"The teacher said that this time the same sword can fulfill the two of our wishes, have you thought about it?"

"Well, but you will be struck by lightning if you lean against a tree."

Sasuke stood up and walked to the underground chamber.

"Cut, my thunder attribute chakra is stronger than you! How can thunder kill me?" "Is it? my wind attribute chakra is

also stronger than you. The

two were bickering, and neither of them would admit defeat.

And in the underground vault.

But there were three young figures who took advantage of the rainy night and came to the village for a long time.