Chapter 380 Good News

Ninjas are killing each other on the battlefield, while people tremble and cry.
Hiding in dark basements, praying for victory in the war.
There is no other way.
A boy with fiery red hair and a beautiful face secretly watches the distant battlefield. He holds a small puppet doll and gazes blankly at the towering flames in the distance.
On the battlefield where thick smoke billows, one cannot see any figures engaged in deadly combat.
There is no splattering blood, no wailing screams of the dying.
Nevertheless, the child still feels the cruelty that pervades the battlefield, causing their young heart to tremble uncontrollably.
It's terrifying.
He worries about his parents, even though they are not in the battlefield.
As a young child, he is only afraid.
He is afraid of many things.
For example, death.
Every time a muffled explosion sound is heard, he instinctively trembles and hunches his neck.
In the distant skyline, groups of puppets and insects are woven together, accompanied by the blazing light of explosions. Both sides fall like rain and are immediately replenished, leaving a profound impression on the child's eyes.
The War between Puppets and Insects.
Even kids can see that the incessant insect swarm has the advantage and continues to expand.
We're going to lose!
The invincible puppet is going to lose!
The child held the puppet tightly in their arms!
For the first time in their life, they realized what overwhelming absolute quantity means.
Don't lose!
Tears shimmered in their eyes as they watched the puppets falling continuously, fiercely resisting. Inside, their heart cried out.
Don't lose!
"Scorpion!" An anxious female voice suddenly rings out urgently, a mature and glamorous woman bursts into the room and feels relieved upon seeing Scorpion.
"Grandma Chiyo!" Scorpion cries upon seeing her loved one. He can endure being alone, but when he sees someone he can rely on, he can't hold back his tears.
"Stay at home and don't run around, Scorpion!" Chiyoyo sternly and nervously instructed her grandson.
Feeling the tension in the air, Scorpion nodded obediently.
"Listen, Grandma is going into battle."
"Wait patiently for Grandma to come home!"
"Hide in the basement until all of this is over!"
"If Grandma doesn't come back, remember! Don't resist anyone who comes, do whatever they say, no matter what!"
"When you see those Konoha ninjas, remember to call the adults!"
"You're not allowed to reveal your identity and don't tell anyone that I'm your grandmother!"
"Change your name and start a new life!"
"Salty! If Grandma could see you again, she would definitely remember this name!"
"Do you remember?!" Chiyoda said eagerly.
"Grandma, don't you want me anymore?" Scorpion cried and shed tears.
"How could this happen!" Chiyoshi choked as she looked at Scorpion, but her body could no longer shed tears as she tightly embraced him, continuously kissing his meaty cheeks.
Scorpion could feel the touch of his grandmother's lips, which weren't warm, but rather hard and cool, lacking the warmth of a human body.
He is unsure about what's going on.
Chiyoda let go of the scorpion and walked away decisively.
The scorpion wanted to hold on, but the words couldn't come out.
He sensed his grandmother's determination.
All those who can go to the battlefield have already done so. The Hidden Sand Village has exerted all its efforts and mobilized all its forces.
Except for children, elderly, and civilians who truly have no ability to fight.
On this point, even children as young as ten or even eight or nine years old are no exception.
Unfinished students of the ninja school are pulled onto the battlefield, doing the menial tasks within their abilities.
Whether it is handing over tools, or carrying stretcher, or taking care of the wounded, or delivering orders, intelligence and supplies, or performing basic puppet maintenance.
There is a wide variety of drug puppets with no mercy.
Running, falling, getting up, and running again.
Every action, more or less, will make someone fall forever.
The face is covered with dust from fireworks and filled with fear and anxiety.
Some children who were in distress curled up in the corner, trembling. The adults around them, without caring about their feelings, kicked them angrily.
"Now, either die or get to work! Make your choice!"
The shuriken was placed on the neck of the little demon, and no matter how much he cried and broke down, it was clear how to choose.
"Shut up! Little demon! You have graduated and become a ninja! Take your weapon and fight!"
This kind of thing is common on the battlefield of the Ninja World, where many young kids mature rapidly in the midst of the war.
Honing forces people to grow.
If you don't grow, you will die.
The children have realized this.
Magnetic sand wraps around the supplies, and a young ghost of ten or so is equivalent to the transport capacity of a small team.
His magnetic sand is not yet mature, and even self-defense is dangerous when facing the swarm of bugs in the sky.
Can only do their best with an unwilling face.
Be careful and avoid the swarms of insects flying all over the road.
He has seen the power of the attack more than once and will be buried in the continuous explosion of the swarm after being locked on.
On the other hand, a twelve-year-old girl entered the battle sequence.
As a lower-level ninja who graduated normally last year, her advantage lies in the fact that the Scorch Release is more deadly and destructive than the Magnet Release.
Just repelled an attack and the team is now taking a break in a residential building.
Similar combat teams are scattered in nearby buildings.
A ninja sits by the window, observing the situation outside, while the rest take the opportunity to rest.
On the street, there are scattered corpses left untouched.
Thick smoke rises, and the remaining flames burn quietly. The buildings are covered in grotesque black scars from the fires.
The sharp weapons crisscrossed and stabbed into every corner of the battlefield.
No one was in the mood to talk, and the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Being on the battlefield, no one could laugh happily.
The girl silently bandaged her wounds, and the skills she had just learned were already performed skillfully, comparable to an experienced practitioner.
"Yekang." a man spoke.
The girl raised her head, and a confused look appeared on her lovely dusty face.
"I didn't see you use shurikens. Can you spare some for me? I ran out of them while fighting with the Uchiha bastards. The supply troops are not coming anytime soon."
The girl didn't say much and simply untied her ninja tool bag, leaving behind a throwing knife for close combat use.
"Thanks a lot," the old bird said, taking the ninja tool bag.
"Compared to someone with the surname Uchiha, who is still alive after a shuriken technique competition, you're really lucky." someone said mockingly.
Mocking this guy for hiding and throwing shurikens in a cowardly manner.
"Shut up!" the other person rebuked.
"Now is not the time for internal strife."
"As the leader of a disbanded and reformed squad, I don't have the energy to cultivate harmony within the team."
"Everyone present here is an elite who has struggled to survive. If you have the strength, it's better to think about how to survive from now on."
But he wants to survive.
"We don't have many medicines left, and it's difficult to replenish chakra. Support is taking too long to arrive, and it's hard to hold on in the next round of ninja battles. Uchiha will break through here."
"Bastard! Has the village forgotten about us!?" the person continued to complain, "What are the others doing!?"
"This suggests that perhaps the situation of the others is similarly not optimistic," Yekang said.
She was right.
But everyone didn't want to hear this.
The atmosphere continued to become oppressive.
"Did I say something wrong?" Yecang asked with doubt.
"No, you are excellent." The captain comforted the little girl with a bitter smile.
People want to hear good news.
If you tell me the fact, how can I continue to paint castles in the air?