It was July, the hottest time of the year. The summer sun was scorching everything in the world, and the heat was steaming in the air, causing Masato Uchiha to notice a slight dryness in his mouth.

He left everyone behind and walked out of the headquarters. The first thing he saw was the land mixed with some green. Then as his eyes moved left and right, most of the camp was reflected in his eyes. This is a site that can accommodate more than a thousand people. The overall

The building is made of wood and has a windproof and rainproof roof. Due to the close proximity to the edge of the desert and the heavy dust and lack of cleaning, the original green roof turned gray and looked quite shabby.

It is worth mentioning that even the Konoha Village, which is famous for its wealth and wealth in the ninja world, the dispatched garrison points under its jurisdiction cannot be made livable. This is not to say that it is difficult to afford the relevant convenient living materials. The main reason is that

It is caused by the special profession of ninja. Ninjas are extremely mobile and have amazing destructive power. No matter how good a building is, it can be turned into a pile of ruins even if it is thrown away by a ninjutsu. This practice of throwing money into a river and hearing the sound is naturally

Stop it early.

Moreover, in Masato Uchiha's mind, the life in the camp is nothing to do with hardship. At least in terms of food and drink, it is enough to meet a person's daily needs. He is the elite who truly survived the Second Ninja War and has experienced

There are many hardships.

When the Second Ninja War entered its climax, Masato Uchiha, as a well-known genius in his family, naturally entered the battlefield. During this period, he encountered life and death encounters several times, and his partners also changed several times. However, he

He had good luck and survived to the end. Even his talent was not considered outstanding, but the better seedlings in the family were all dead, so he got more political resources and training resources.

In Masato Uchiha's ten-year career as a ninja, he owed at least five or six lives to the God of Death, and each of his survivals was full of ups and downs. The one that impressed him the most and even often projected it in his dreams was that time

The encounter on the sea made him feel sad every time he thought about it.

That was when Masato Uchiha had just opened the Second Magatama Sharingan and emerged. In order to sharpen his character, his family organized him into a maritime patrol team. The patrol team was very luxurious, with two Third Magatama Jonin and two Second Seconds.

Magatama elite chuunin, a fully equipped ninja team composed of those who have awakened the bloodline boundaries that the Uchiha clan is proud of, is enough to attack the scouts of any enemy village. This is also a way for the family to cultivate good seedlings. However,

They still hit the iron plate.

When did death begin? Over the years, when Uchiha Masato recalled this unbearable memory, he still could not find an accurate answer. He only knew that it came very suddenly, so sudden that he lost a ninja.

The most basic quality.

On the blue sea, one moment it was calm and the scenery was beautiful, and the next second it turned into a duel field for two ninjas belonging to the rival ninja village.

The huge waves, enough to cover the sky and the sun, were driven by chakra and crashed down like a man-eating ferocious beast. At the critical moment, the unsmiling captain only had time to roar and say "disperse" before disappearing.

Leave. Uchiha Masato froze on the spot, his eyes widened, completely forgetting his identity as a ninja, and then as expected, he was swept away from the sea by the sea.

A moment later, Uchiha Masato, whose blood was boiling, launched his own attack from the bottom of the sea. He threw ten kunai out while dancing with his hands, flying towards the attacker with a drop of sea water, and then he quickly surfaced and came to his teammates.

At the side of his body, he drew out the ninja sword from his back and took an offensive stance.

"Buzz..."

The moment he saw the enemy, Uchiha Masato's head buzzed and he fell into panic. Then his hands holding the knife trembled slightly, and the chakra in his body froze.

This elite Uchiha team encountered several times the number of attackers, and these were only enemies on the surface, not counting the reapers hiding in the dark.

Masato Uchiha knew that he was dead this time, and the moment to fight had arrived. Even if this kind of resistance was meaningless to the outcome, ninjas, especially ninjas in the Blood Succession boundary, must not be taken as prisoners. That would be even more terrifying than death.

Ten thousand times the result.

When people are highly concentrated and extremely panicked, they are crazy and slow to respond to words, because all their attention is used to deal with battles and attacks. This is what Uchiha Masato has always regretted.

Pushing back one month, on the first night when Uchiha Masato joined this elite team, four ninjas who were closely related by blood had a small dinner.

Of course, dinner parties during war times were extremely simple, and alcohol was strictly prohibited, so smoke was rising in a dirty and messy tent. It was obvious that tobacco had become the best stress-relieving partner for most ninjas.

The captain named Uchiha Rei opened his mouth with a sloppy beard, holding a burning cigarette in his left hand. He swallowed his own thing in a few puffs, then couldn't wait to put the cigarette to his mouth and took a big sip.

, the ensuing smoke filled the small space.

"Hey, who is that? Do you smoke?"

A crumpled cigarette clamped to his ear was handed to Uchiha Masato, which made him a little overwhelmed: "Thank you, captain, I don't smoke."

"oh"

The captain, the Uchiha spirit, retracted his hand regretfully, thought about it and lit it directly at the cigarette butt that was about to burn out, and smoked it as if no one else was around. Judging from his half-squinted eyes, he was happy enough at this moment.

After a while, there was a smoking ninja in the tent, but the deputy captain also started smoking. After a while, another person in the team also lit a cigarette, so the smoke filled the entire tent, even those who were close at hand

His face also became blurry.

Masato Uchiha hesitated for a moment, then picked up the cigarette case that had been casually placed on the ground, took out a cigarette and lit it. Before this, he did not smoke, but the atmosphere was enough to take one.

"Ahem"

As expected, Uchiha Masato choked on the irritating smoke and almost coughed up tears, which made the three of them happy.

"This is a good man from the Uchiha clan. I will take you drinking next time."

"Hey captain, Masato is still a child, drinking is inappropriate."

The Uchiha spirit glared and said: "There is no difference between children and adults here. We are all comrades in arms. What's wrong with a little drink?"

"Well boy, how old are you?"

Masato Uchiha was stunned for a moment. He had not recovered from the conversation just now and said hurriedly: "It's only two months and fifteen."

"Tsk, tsk, a fourteen-year-old double magatama seedling, no wonder he was sent to us, not bad, not bad."

"Relax, there is no need to be restrained. This is a good thing for us. Who knows if a few of us will see you and call you sir in a few years."

After saying these words, the other two people echoed in unison and even wanted to salute Uchiha Masato. The atmosphere in the small tent became lively, but the person involved was a little at a loss and could only take a puff of cigarette silently to calm down.

"Okay, okay, let's end today's dinner party. Next time, I will go to the munitions office to get two bottles of wine for the politician to celebrate his fifteenth birthday. Don't let the two of you die without drinking."

The Uchiha spirit put out the cigarette butt and stood up, speaking ominous words with smoke leaking out of his mouth, but it did not cause any complaints from the two of them, but instead made him more energetic.

"You guy is dead and I'm still alive and well. Shut up." This was the deputy captain's response.

"Tch, Captain, when will you die? I'm waiting to take over!" These were the heroic words of another team member.

"You two guys, go work for me. Just give me some color and open a dyeing workshop."

Two months later, still in this dirty tent, Masato Uchiha filled four glasses with a bottle of wine, and then drank them one after another with an expressionless face, spending his fifteenth year

Birthday.

"These three dishonest bitches are stupid."

After he finished scolding, Masato Uchiha lay on his back on the ground, looking straight at the tent, his chest rising and falling slightly, and two lines of tears flowed down unknowingly.

"Zhengren, there are many enemies, and our brothers are in trouble," the vice-captain said.

"Masato, you have to live." Another teammate said.

"Yes, you are still young and you have to survive. Don't forget to give us some cigarettes and alcohol during the holidays," the captain said.

Subsequently, the team member who was less than twenty years old was covered with detonating symbols and launched a suicide attack, successfully blowing a short gap in the enemy circle; then the vice-captain came to Uchiha Masato like a ghost, with a pair of big hands

He was thrown out of the gap with all his strength; finally, the captain's special skill Fire Release Ninjutsu spread out in all directions, turning the two enemies who got up to block Masato into charcoal.

Uchiha Masato's mind went blank as he flew out like a cannonball. He subconsciously looked back and saw the two family seniors who were only attacking but not defending.

Your enemies must not move.

The wind whistled in his ears, blowing away the cigarette that Uchiha Masato held in his ear. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but he never thought that he was holding a ninja sword and missed the opportunity. He could only watch the wrinkled weapon.

The salty smoke disappeared from sight.

At this moment, what emerged in Masato Uchiha's mind was not a tragic excitement worthy of writing in a big book, nor was it a heroic talk of bloodthirsty revenge. At this moment, he had only one thought.
Chapter completed!