end ninja world

Chapter 263 Innocent
The fallen leaves piled up several layers in this remote and rugged mountain road.

I do not know when the sky gradually began to snowflakes.

Pieces of white powder fell down.

A tall figure walked slowly on the fallen leaves with a small book basket on his back, his footsteps made a creaking sound.

The long white hair hangs down to the waist, the cold wind blows the snowflakes all over the sky, and the snow-white hair flutters with the wind, half covering the front of the cheek.

A pair of black and white pupils are full of antiquity, and two long red marks have dropped to the corners of the mouth with age.

A red coat, brown clothes, and soft armor inside.

now--

An eagle flies across the sky.

Spreading its huge wings, the eagle screamed, the sky was frightened and the clouds were suppressed, and the wings swung the strong wind and swooped down slightly.

The brown eagle eyes firmly locked on the figure who was struggling on the mountain road below.

Look around.

The entire world has been covered with silver clothing.

When winter comes, everything withers.

Even the villagers in the village who depend on this mountain for their survival had to rest temporarily for a few days.

The mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and the hungry animals even dared to rush into the villages to grab food, let alone cross the mountains and forests in today's extremely cold conditions.

Anyone who is not careful will die in it.

Even the most experienced old hunters dare not enter the mountain at this moment.

so..
Looking around, there is only one person here who is not afraid of the severe cold and frost, and the mountain road is steep and slippery.

And he was naturally targeted by the predators who had been hungry for a few days.

The fallen leaves and soil are still a little wet.

"The light snow that fell last night just melted, and now it's starting to snow again."

Ji Lai also looked solemn, unsmiling.

Usually when alone, Zilai will also restrain his giggling smile, become quiet and silent, and has the image of a middle-aged uncle.

There are fallen leaves and thin snowflakes on the wet land under your feet.

I was thinking about other things.

The end of the year is approaching.

Another year passed, and he became another year older.

In this era when ninjas don't live long and generally get married and have children at the age of 16, he still hasn't started a family at the age of 35.

Fortunately, he has no father or mother, and no one will urge him.

It's just that whenever someone asked, he would grab his hair and laugh out loud.

"Is it not good for Jiraiya-sama to live in a hug right now?"

Thinking of this, the white-haired middle-aged man couldn't help showing a slight smile.

Immediately, it slowly converged.

The mountain road came to an end.

Standing here, looking down, you can have a panoramic view of the great mountains and rivers below.

The once turbulent waterfall entered the dry season at some point, and the riverbed was dry and cracked and covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.

Jiraiya stood on a high rock overlooking the distance.

Can't help but sigh slightly.

"That's the Valley of the End."

Then raised his head.

In the sky, the eagle that had been hungry for a few days was swooping down towards its prey, its wings whipped up the wind, and its sharp claws reflected the cold light.

Straight to--

Jiraiya's black and white eyes.

After a moment.

A frightened whine sounded, and there was the sound of wings fluttering violently, and a gray-black feather floated down from the cliff.

It was lightly swept up by the howling wind, and rushed straight into the gray sky.

A wisp of cooking smoke rose slowly.

The tall figure sat cross-legged on the stone by himself, swept a clearing, and found some dry firewood.

I ignited the flame with the fire ninjutsu, looking for some warmth in this cold winter.

Put it in today's dinner.
A "chicken" that has been killed and has lost its feathers is put on with firewood and placed on the campfire. It slowly flips the food in its hands and thinks about other things.

Konoha is in crisis, he knows it very well.

According to common sense, he should stay in the village or go to the front line to fight at this moment, but Zilai also chose to disappear.

disappeared immediately.

Even the ninjas in Nebu Anbe couldn't find Jiraiya.

In fact, the swagger before was just because he didn't want to dodge, it didn't mean that he was incapable of avoiding the eyes of these people.

If he wanted to, these people would never find him in their lifetime.

The scent of barbecued meat gradually permeated.

The meat gradually turned golden to burnt brown, and the oil and water kept coming out.

Jilai also came back to his senses slightly, and quickly took it down from the campfire.

It's just right now, it can't be baked anymore, and it won't taste good if it is baked any longer.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man held a roasted 'chicken' in one hand. This kind of thing looked big, but it was at least twice smaller after the hair fell off.

Then the other hand reached into his bosom to feel it, and took out a scroll.

Spread out, there is only a big black character "Material" on the snow-white scroll, surrounded by dense runes.

Then he made a mudra with one hand and gave a low drink.

"open."

bang——

A cloud of white smoke exploded, and several bottles of spices appeared out of nowhere on the unfolded white scroll.

A smile appeared on Jiraiya's cheeks.

"How do you eat the barbecue without seasoning?"

That smell is so primitive.

He evenly sprinkled the seasoning on it, then tore off a wing, resisted the urge to drool in his mouth, and took a bite.

Jiraiya has been traveling the ninja world for a long time.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight for Konoha, but that he still has more important missions to complete.

If someone in the village finds you carelessly walking on the street, there is no way to refuse him at that time.

He also has his own ideas.

He sometimes recalled what his disciple Yahiko said in the Land of Rain.

"I hate war."

"War breeds hatred, and hatred breeds war again."

"It goes back and forth."

The moonlight was bright, the master and apprentice were sitting on the stone outside the house, Yahiko turned his head to look at Jiraiya.

"teacher."

"I don't want to kill anyone"

"Even if the opponent is an enemy."

The white-haired man froze for a moment, then turned his head.

This was the first time he had heard such remarks.

Why can't the enemy be killed?

However, Yahiko seemed to see the teacher's doubts, and explained softly.

"Because killing anyone will attract hatred."

"And this is revenge, another start of fighting."

"I hope"

"One day in the future, people will be able to let go of their grudges, let go of their hatred, and sincerely understand each other, thus...bringing peace to the world."

Jiraiya's eyes widened slightly, watching Yahiko lower his head and talking to himself.

"It's naive."

"It's ridiculous too, teacher."

This is not the first time Yahiko mentioned his ideals with Jiraiya.

But this was indeed the one that touched Jiraiya the most.

"No"

Leftovers were everywhere, Ziraiya wiped his hands, patted his chubby stomach slightly, for some reason he thought of Yahiko's ideal at this moment.

"Your ideals are not naive."

"Yahiko."

perhaps
I don't know when he gradually began to agree with his thoughts.

So much so that they began to avoid war.

However, this time it was not for this reason.

Instead, he really has a special and important mission waiting for him to complete.

About a conversation that Immortal Toad had with him not long ago.

(End of this chapter)