The dark night filled the dense forest, and everything around him became peaceful again. It was as if the fierce battle just now did not exist.
The surrounding light was very weak, and there were three wounded people, so the group of four people walked very slowly.
The forest in summer is filled with all kinds of mosquitoes.
While Nawaki was driving them away with his hands, he kept looking at Mikoto and Uchiha Chen with his eyes.
At this time, Uchiha Chen put his hand on Mikoto's shoulder, and slowly walked forward with the support of Mikoto.
Uchiha Chen was stared at by Nawaki's little eyes, which was a bit unnatural.
He said impatiently, "What are you looking at?"
"Look at you."
Uchiha Chen calmed down and said, "Didn't I ask you to help me? I'm a normal person. Between you and Mikoto, I would choose Mikoto."
"Tch." Nawaki made a grimace and then let out a strange scream.
"Nawaki, why are you pretending to be cute? You are obviously a big guy who picks his feet. I'm fucking your uncle!" Uchiha Chen suppressed the discomfort.
He felt like vomiting.
I didn't feel this strong when I just killed someone.
Nawaki didn't answer, just looked up to the sky at a forty-five degree angle. Then he ruffled his little brown hair and sighed softly.
"No, you don't understand." Nawaki shook his head.
"A genius who killed Jonin at the age of nine, and a genius who opened Sharingan at the age of nine. I suddenly discovered that I don't know when, I have become the weak link of this team."
Uchiha Chen was startled, and he was about to pat Nawaki on the shoulder to comfort him.
But Nawaki still lamented with melancholy, "I blame excellence for blinding my eyes and making me arrogant."
"..."
Orochimaru, who was wearing a ninja uniform, smiled without saying anything and continued to walk at the front.
After walking for a while, they finally arrived at Windmill Village.
But now Windmill Village has become a ruin.
It seems like the place has been razed by the demolition brigade and urban management.
There was black smoke everywhere and scattered burning fires.
Uchiha Chen looked around. He didn't think he would come back here again.
A small task can cause so many waves.
But the end result is always good.
How should I put it, at least he will be able to destroy an entire village by one person from now on.
Orochimaru walked to the door of a house that had not been affected by Explosive Tag and stopped.
He stood at the door, looking at the broken village outside, and then remained silent.
The entire sky was dyed crimson by the fire of Explosive Tag, and it looked a bit coquettish surrounded by the dark night.
Mikoto helped Uchiha Chen find a clean place and sat down.
Nawaki made a seal, then puffed up his mouth, "Water Style: Water Trumpet"
Washed away by the flood, all the surrounding Kakkō were extinguished.
Nawaki smiled and said, "I use Water Release pretty well. Do you have any idea of the water god?"
Uchiha Chen nodded, "That's true. If you don't stop being a ninja from now on, you can make a living by becoming a firefighter."
Orochimaru was silent for a moment and said in a hoarse voice, "Your mission is not finished yet."
"No, it's already like this. It's not finished yet?" Nawaki asked doubtfully.
Orochimaru did not answer Nawaki. He sat down casually on the ground.
"What do you think a ninja needs the least?"
This is a very strange question.
A ninja needs too many things, including Ninjutsu, chakra, experience, and all kinds of things. A ninja can give a thousand answers.
But what doesn't a ninja need?
Orochimaru pointed at the little brown-haired Nawaki to let him answer.
Nawaki hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head and asked, "You don't need to be too good?"
"..."
"Because excellent people, no matter where they are, are like Fire Fly insects in the dark, so bright and outstanding."
In a sense, what Nawaki said makes sense. Geniuses are the easiest people to target on the battlefield.
But Orochimaru always feels weird.
Ninja Academy also has six years of compulsory education. Why can Nawaki in fifth grade be so good, while others can only fall behind?
Orochimaru resisted the urge to blow up Nawaki, the pretender, with a Explosive Tag. Then look at Mikoto.
"What about you, Mikoto."
Orochimaru is still very interested in this disciple who started Sharingan at the age of nine.
It is not uncommon to open Sharingan at this age in the history of the Uchiha Clan, but it can definitely be ranked high.
It's Uchiha Fugaku, the son of Uchiha Clan Leader. As a teenager, he doesn't drive Sharingan yet.
Mikoto thought about Orochimaru's words carefully, and then said slowly, "Is it feelings?"
"You're partly right. Your scope is too large."
"Ninjas are human beings, not killing tools. No one can help themselves to have feelings."
"With your own subjective feelings, everyone cannot avoid this. You can be angry or sad. As long as it does not affect your own judgment, it doesn't matter." Orochimaru said slowly.
"You are the only one left. Chen, if you answer wrong again, I will unfortunately give you a D rating for this mission."
"Are there any consequences for a D-level rating?"
"You will most likely lose the opportunity to graduate next year and become Genin. You will need to stay one more level."
"After all, this will be related to your mentality when you go to the battlefield in the future. It is also related to your ability to survive on the battlefield. Your mentality determines your destiny. This is what you said."
Uchiha Chen thought about it carefully, "Since you said that Mikoto's answer is too broad. That means it's just a certain emotion. So... is it pity or pity?"
"Yes, it's pity." Orochimaru nodded.
"A ninja can be angry, hateful, and happy during missions and wars, but you cannot have mercy."
"This mercy goes both ways. You can't have mercy on yourself, and you can't have mercy on your enemies."
Looking at Nawaki and Mikoto showing doubts, Orochimaru continued, "Just like the enemy who is fighting against you, of course you can kill each other without hesitation."
"But if there are injured enemies lying on the ground, women and children of unarmed enemies, or if you are asked to massacre civilians in the mission, can you do it?"
"They are crying, pulling at your trousers, begging you to let them go. Can you please let go?"
Orochimaru asked in a hoarse voice.
"The strong have natural compassion for the weak. But this is the last thing you need as ninjas. This is the last thing I want to give you."
"There is not so much time on the battlefield for you to adapt."
"When you die, there is nothing."
"So, what you are going to do now is very simple."
Orochimaru stood up. He took out three Kunai and threw them at the feet of the three of them.
"Inside the house, there are still some bandits who were not killed by Explosive Tag and some of their family members. Now I am tied up in the house."
"Pick up Kunai and kill all these people. I'll wait for you at the door."
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't do it. After all, it's you who are going to the battlefield, not me."