The cold moonlight was like silver frost, shining on the knife-marked floor of the main hall of the shrine, and the candlelight danced in front of Miroku.
Shion's little body was curled up in her mother's arms, and her big Zira blue eyes were no longer full of pure fear at this moment, but were replaced by a deeper confusion.
Even though she was young, she didn't understand her mother's words about "the evil in the human heart" and "the fate of witches".
Miroku was holding the clay pot, but his gaze penetrated the flickering candlelight and landed on the silent dark red figure a few steps away.
That white Three-Eyed Fox Mask blocks out all possibilities of prying eyes.
The air in the hall was so stagnant that it was breathtaking, and the only sounds left were the whistling wind outside the hall and the dull sound of cleaning up the battlefield that could be heard vaguely in the distance.
At this moment, the figure moved.
Under the stunned gazes of Miroku, Shion and Ashikishi, Asura slowly raised his hand and placed his fingers on the edge of the cold mask.
"Click."
There was a slight sound of machine gun, which was extremely clear in the dead silence of the hall.
The mask was gently taken off.
The moonlight and candlelight intertwined, illuminating a face that was beyond everyone's expectations.
There was no trace of vicissitudes or vicissitudes as imagined, it was an extremely young, even handsome, young face.
The short black hedgehog hair is messy on the forehead, the skin color is a healthy light wheat color, and the lines are clean and neat.
However, the most shocking thing is the pair of eyes - the right eye is as dark as night, and the left eye is even weirder, as pure blood as burning lava!
Calm and indifferent, with a sense of alienation that transcends age and seems to overlook the world, he quietly looked back at the three people in the hall.
Ashikishi, who was sitting on his knees beside him, gasped suddenly and subconsciously raised his body, almost unable to believe his eyes.
The powerful Shinobi World and the notorious "Asura" actually look so young?
Miroku's pupils also shrank instantly. She had foreseen starlight and darkness, but she had never seen this face clearly in the prophetic dream.
Shion's eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened, and he looked curiously at the mysterious young man not far away. He thought he was an uncle, but he didn't expect he was a big brother.
Menma casually placed the white Three-Eyed Fox Mask, which symbolized fear and strength, on the short table beside him, making a slight knocking sound.
His voice is still calm, but without the barrier of the mask, it has a clear and fresh quality that belongs to a young man. However, the cold core in it has not changed at all. "Warring States Period, Senju Clan and Uchiha ended the melee of various ethnic groups and created the shinobi village system. However, the war has not been eradicated, it has just changed to a bigger battlefield."
His eyes swept over the clay pot in Miroku's arms. "The evil in people's hearts originates from the soil of chaos and injustice. As long as Shinobi World remains divided, as long as the daimyo and nobles fight against each other for their own interests, and the ninja villages conquer each other for their own interests, oppression, war, and displacement will never end. The root causes will always have a breeding ground."
Menma took a step forward, and the moonlight illuminated half of his face. His strange-colored eyes were like whirlpools, carrying a powerful and mysterious sense of oppression.
"There is only one way to end this cycle." His voice was clear and firm.
"End the division and realize the unification of Shinobi World! Just like when all the ninja clans went to the ninja village, ended the Warring States Period, and established a unique country!"
"All ninjas and all people live under a unified system and laws."
"The privileges of daimyo and nobles must be eradicated, and resources must be distributed fairly, so that oppression can disappear!"
"When human war disappears, when order replaces chaos, when the next generation of children will not know what hunger and war are from birth. After two or three generations, the hatred flowing in the blood will naturally be greatly dissipated."
"Humanity's war?" Miroku keenly captured this qualifier, and a look of surprise appeared on his pale face.
She stared closely at Menma's strange-colored eyes.
"Master Asura, what do you mean? In addition to our own disputes as humans, there are other threats?"
Menma's eyes moved away from Miroku's face and towards the cold moon hanging in the deep night outside the high window.
The clear light fell, coating his young profile with a layer of silver, and making the blood color of his left eye even more eerie.
"Miroku Master," his voice deepened.
"Shinobi World's enemies are far more numerous and older than you think." He cast his sights on the vast starry sky full of unknowns. "The masterminds who have been hiding in the shadows of history for thousands of years are ruling the world. There are also those who come from the depths of the endless sea of stars beyond the sky,
The greedy gaze of a tiger. In my opinion, human war is just a house game."
"Beyond the sky?!" Miroku's body trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid.
As a miko, her perception is far beyond that of ordinary people.
When the words "Beyond the Sky" came out of Menma's mouth, an indescribable power made her soul tremble.
Miroku's purple pupils bloomed with lines like square flower tubes.
She "saw" what seemed like countless pairs of eyes, in an unimaginably distant place, looking indifferently at the tiny planet beneath her feet!
This feeling passed away in a flash, but her back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and her face turned pale.
Shion seemed to feel his mother's intense fear at that moment. His little body trembled suddenly and he hugged Miroku tightly.
Ashikishi was even more expressionless. He couldn't understand those profound words, but Master Miroku's unprecedented gaffe reaction shocked him.
The palace fell into a deeper silence than before.
Menma withdrew his gaze and fell back on Miroku's face that lost color due to fear.
He did not explain any more, but just waited quietly. He knew that this witch who could sense the evil in people's hearts and foresee part of the future would
We have touched the tip of the iceberg at the edge of the truth.
Time seemed to have frozen, and the candle flame beat restlessly, casting swaying light and shadow on Miroku's heaving chest and clay pot.
After a long time, Miroku took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes no longer confused, replaced by an almost tragic determination.
She gently straightened Shion in her arms, and then, in Ashikishi's shocked eyes, the Land of Demons miko, holding the sealed clay pot, bent down deeply towards the young Asura in front of her.
"Land of Demons Witch Miroku" her voice was a little hoarse, but extremely clear and firm. "I would like to lead Land of Demons up and down and join Land of Stars!"
The first glimmer of light in the morning struggled to penetrate the haze that shrouded Land of Demons, and sprinkled on the broken rubble and dried blood of the shrine.
Smoke, blood and a faint household odor still linger in the air.
But a new order is coming quietly with the rising sun,
A team of about thirty ninjas appeared in the forest outside the shrine. They wore uniforms of dark blue and almost black uniforms, and wore Hoshinin Headband on their heads. They moved quickly and silently, their eyes were sharp, and they exuded a well-trained and capable aura.
The leader is none other than Uzumaki Fuka.
She stepped forward quickly, nodded slightly to Uchiha Hikari outside the Jingli Hall, glanced at the tired Kimimaro and Bai, and quickly made arrangements.
"Medical Squad! Treat the wounded immediately!"
"Sealing Squad! Set up multiple warning barriers!"
"Cleaning squad! Deal with the battlefield and gather all the remains. Be careful that the enemy's corpses contain secret skills!"
"Guards! Take over the defense of the shrine and surrounding important roads, and eliminate the remaining enemies!"
The commands are concise and powerful, and Hoshinins are like precision gears, running instantly.
The medical ninjas quickly entered the main hall carrying medicine boxes; the sealing ninjas began to set up barriers around the shrine; the cleanup crews silently and efficiently began to collect the scattered corpses on the ground; the heavily armed ninjas quickly dispersed and occupied the commanding heights around the shrine.
Miroku, supported by Ashikishi, walked out of the main hall holding Shion.
The cool morning air rushed into my lungs, dispelling some of the blood and dullness in the hall.
She looked at everything in front of her: the well-trained and disciplined Star Ninja Army was completely different from the previous Land of Demons aristocratic private soldiers who were arrogant and domineering and only knew how to bully civilians.
Their focused eyes when treating the wounded, their silence and caution when collecting the bodies, made her cold and tired heart feel a long-lost warmth and hope.
Menma put on the white Three-Eyed Fox Mask again and stood quietly on the high steps in front of the shrine.
The dark red Hokage Cloak fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.
He looked down at the shrine below that was beginning to take on new life, and also looked down at Miroku with Shion in his arms and complex eyes.
Under the mask, no one knew his expression at this moment.
Uchiha Hikari appeared quietly one step behind him, like the most loyal shadow.
Her dark blue turtleneck uniform looked particularly cool in the morning light, and her eyes calmly swept over the busy Hoshinin.