An hour later.
Choza walked down the mountain ridge.
Sitting down next to Kai.
He was also covered in blood, and many places were scabbed.
"The statistics are out."
Choza sighed.
"Konoha Here, 317 people died, 102 were seriously injured, and more than 500 were slightly injured."
He paused.
"Iwagakure, there are more than 1,200 corpses left over there. Less than 800 have escaped."
No one spoke.
One thousand two versus three hundred.
Four for one.
Such a battle-loss ratio would be a great victory in any war.
But no one in the camp laughed.
No one cheered.
No one celebrated.
Kai sat on the stone and looked at the ground in front of him.
Three hundred and seventeen people who were alive yesterday are gone today.
Everyone he knew or didn't know was gone.
"Is this the cruelty of war..."
He remembered the Hokage plot he had watched before.
Third Raikage, one person fights ten thousand.
After fighting for three days and three nights, he finally died of exhaustion.
Uchiha Madara alone can challenge tens of thousands Allied Shinobi Forces.
He stood still and waited for them to hit him without getting hurt.
One person changes a war.
One man fights an army.
One person can kill an entire battle line.
Kai used to think that it was war.
A man fights in and out of the battlefield, and the enemy surges up and recedes like a tide.
The last person standing wins.
He felt that war might be like that.
But now he knows.
That's a bullshit war!
A real war is not fought by one person against ten thousand.
There were three hundred and seventeen corpses lying on the ground.
There were hundreds of wounded people lying in the tents crying out in pain.
It's a living person sitting on a stone, counting how many he has killed, and then realizing that he can't remember.
It was the knife that curled the blade, and the hand that shook his mouth.
The mud was soaked with blood, making it slippery when stepped on.
The horn sounded and the enemy retreated. You squatted on the ground to catch your breath and found that you were still alive.
This is war.
There are no heroes.
No one killed the entire front.
Didn't stand still and wait for the enemy to attack.
It's just a group of people rolling in the mud.
Cut with a knife, stab with Kunai, and smash with fists.
Fall down, stand up, fall down again.
Then a cold number was calculated.
One thousand two versus three hundred.
Kai lowered his head and looked at his hands.
The tiger's mouth was broken, and the palms of his hands were full of cracks.
The blood dries and turns dark red, making it impossible to pick it off.
He clenched his fist, but it hurt and didn't let go.
He shook it again.
He wanted to remember this feeling.
The war is just the beginning.
It's far from over.
And those who survive will become stronger.
He wants to become stronger.
Be strong enough to change everything in the future!
Kai clenched his fists tightly and then opened the system panel.
The virtual panel appears in front of you.
[Host: Might Guy]
[Monk Points:0]
[Stunt list]
[Yijin Jing (top grade): 999 (skilled)]
[Precept-Breaking Blade(medium grade):1000(Mastery of Perfection)]
[Mercy Blade(medium grade):360(comprehensive)]
[Golden Bell Shield(lower grade):899(skilled)]
[Vajra Leg(lower grade):1000(Mastery of Perfection)]
[Vajra Finger(lower grade):1000(Mastery of Perfection)]
After a war, Golden Bell Shield rose by two hundred points.
It's all due to injuries.
Mercy Blade rose from 0 to 360.
It's all done to save people.
He saved Genma, saved Ebisu, and also saved many people he didn't even know.
Every time the blade of the knife lies in front of others.
Block one knife, block two knives, block three knives.
Proficiency goes up.
A knife that saves people grows faster than a knife that kills people.
He turned off the panel.
The camp became quiet.
Someone was crying in the tent, suppressing his voice.
Someone was lying on a stretcher and yelling in pain, but stopped yelling after a while.
I don't know if he is asleep or dead.
Someone was digging a hole in the distance, and there was the sound of shovels being inserted into the soil.
Kai stood up and walked towards the tent.
Ebisu looked up at him. "Where are you going?"
"See if anyone can help."
Kai walked into the medical tent.
There were people lying inside.
Some people looked at the tent roof with their eyes open, some had their eyes closed, and some had their faces covered with white cloth.
A medical ninja squatted on the ground, pressing his hand on the chest of a wounded man.
Green light lit up from the palm of my hand, one after another.
Another medical ninja next to him looked up at Kai. "Are you injured?"
"Skin trauma."
"Go and line up over there."
"No. I'm here to help."
The man glanced at him and nodded.
"If you want to carry people, there are stretchers outside."
Kai turned around and walked out.
He picked up a stretcher and walked to the battlefield.
The torch was stuck on the ground, illuminating the dark brown mud.
The corpses were arranged one by one in several rows.
He bent down and moved a body onto a stretcher.
The man was face down and couldn't see clearly who he was.
The clothes were covered in blood and were dry and hard.
Kai lifted the stretcher and headed towards Camp Earth Flow.
I walked once, and walked again, and walked again.
I can't remember how many times I walked.
At daybreak, the pit was dug.
No more, no less, three hundred and seventeen.
The corpses were put in one by one and arranged neatly, one next to the other.
Someone was standing by the pit and reciting something, but the voice was very low and could not be heard clearly.
Kai stood back, looking at the faces.
Some know it, some don't.
There was a Chunin that he rescued halfway, and he recognized it.
But he still died.
The man's eyes were closed, and there was no blood on his face, which had been wiped clean.
What's it called?
Don't know.
Kai looked away.
The sound of the shovel being inserted into the soil was heard again, and the soil fell down, covering those faces.
A shovel, a shovel, a shovel.
The sun has risen.
When the light shines on those soil bags, they are yellow, which is different from the dark brown mud next to them.
Kai turned around and walked towards the tent.
Ebisu and Genma stood outside the tent, looking at him.
"It's time to eat."
Ebisu whispered.
Kai nodded.
The three people walked towards the canteen.
After walking a few steps, Kai stopped and looked back at the pits.
The new soil is piled there.
No monument, no name, nothing.
He turned back and continued walking.
This time, there was no looking back.