The leading Anbu dead man raised his Teuchi gesture.
A thin Anbu next to him immediately stepped forward. The slender Kunai in his hand did not directly pierce the sealing mud, but lightly scratched the Four Symbols Seal rune on the edge of the scroll.
A faint circle of light blue detection Chakra flows on the surface of the rune, confirming that there is no Explosive Tag or abnormal Ninjutsu restriction hidden inside.
"Click."
The sealing paint was lifted cleanly.
The next moment, even in the icy and violent wind and sand, a strong and overbearing roasting aroma suddenly exploded at the edge of the isolation zone like real substance!
The snowflake steak cut into palm-thick pieces is fried on the iron plate to create a dark brown caramel texture. The thick secret sauce is shiny and shiny, and underneath is Land of Fire new rice with full grains and full of gravy. In the palm-sized brass thermos next to it, the bone soup that is boiled like milky white suet and chalcedony is sizzling with tiny hot bubbles. The punch of ginger and pepper mixed with the aroma of meat goes straight into people's nostrils.
Gulu.
A loud protest came from the stomachs of the four Anbus at the same time.
After spending three days and three nights squatting in this hellish place, eating hard dried meat to grind their teeth and drinking bitter weathered water that caused diarrhea, the meal in front of them was no different from a blessing from the gods.
"Total... one hundred and twenty taels."
Senju Chen slowly stretched out a hand wearing thick cotton gloves.
The leader, Anbu, took out a bunch of crumpled banknotes from his arms with great deftness, and even took out two more and stuffed them into Senju Chen's hand. "No need to look for it. Can you add two more boxes of pickled venison to tomorrow's lunch?"
"The venison depends on the kitchen schedule, try your best."
Senju Chen put the banknote in his pocket and spoke in a calm tone, just like an ordinary person who spends all day chasing a few taels of silver.
However.
In just half a second when he lowered his head to collect the money and Anbu and the other four were concentrating on protecting the bento scroll.
Senju Chen In the eyes hidden under the brim of the hat, a circle of dark red light appeared hiddenly in the depths of the pupils.
Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan's pupil power was compressed to the extreme by him, without triggering even a trace of Chakra's violent leakage. The innately huge Mental Energy was like an invisible and extremely fine spider thread, spreading out silently along the dry sand surface, spanning hundreds of meters of wind-sand ruins, and directly penetrated the thick semicircular closed stone house in the center.
Sunagakure's Barrier Team set up a triple isolation formation around the stone house.
But in front of Senju Chen, who possesses the mental power of Magic God Bloodline and Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, a defensive barrier of this level is as thin as a piece of tattered paper riddled with holes.
The mental power penetrated the three-foot-thick alloy and granite wall without any hindrance.
The scene inside the stone house was presented in Senju Chen's mind in every detail.
There were no tables, chairs, beds, or even a window that let in light.
There was only boundless darkness and humidity in the entire closed dark room. The air was filled with the smell of decaying sweat and the stench of some kind of huge and violent beast Chakra.
And in the narrowest and coldest corner of the stone house, there was a small figure huddled.
It was a child who looked to be five or six years old at most.
His messy short hair was a dry dark red, and he was wearing a dirty linen shirt. His arms hugged his skinny knees tightly, and his whole body was shrunk into a small ball, with each vertebrae bulging under the thin clothes.
There were two extremely deep and black marks around his eye sockets.
Those are the terrifying eye circles left behind when he has been afraid to close his eyes for many years and is on the verge of mental collapse.
Beside him, hundreds of grains of fine yellow sand floated slowly in the air as if they had their own life. With the child's short and rapid breathing, they sometimes gathered into the shape of a shield, and sometimes turned into sharp sand thorns, drawing shocking white marks on the hard floor tiles.
"Gaara..."
Senju Chen stood in the cold wind outside the stone house, shaking his head secretly in his heart.
This is what Fourth Kazekage Rasa calls the "ultimate weapon".
In Konoha, Naruto suffered a lot from Byakugan, but at least they could still run and jump in the streets, eat a bowl of hot Ichiraku Ramen, and occasionally brag to the old man Third; but in Sunagakure, this young child who was forcibly stuffed into One-Tail Shukaku was deprived of even the most basic rights of survival as a human being.
Can't sleep, dare not close my eyes.
Because once he falls into deep sleep, the seal in his body will loosen, and the bloodthirsty and cruel big civet cat will take away his body and tear apart all living things in sight.
With long-term neurasthenia, coupled with the monster-like disgust and fear that the whole village views, it is no wonder that he will become the Shura who regards killing as proof of the value of his existence.
"What a fucking Shinobi World."
Senju Chen cursed in his heart.
Rasa This guy Tenten is panning for gold with a magnet in the south. He thinks he is working hard for the village's finances. In fact, in terms of strategy and humanity, he is as stupid as an ignorant wild boar.
"Hey, food delivery guy, have you seen enough?"
Anbu, the guard next to him, said coldly, interrupting Senju Chen's thoughts, "Get the money and get out of here. This is not a place you should take a second look at."
Senju Chen pressed down the brim of his hat, and raised the corner of his mouth with an imperceptible playful arc.
"Okay, adults, please use it slowly. The little ones will leave right away."
He turned around, stepped on the soft sand, picked up the empty wooden frame, and walked slowly out along the ruins alley.
However, when he turned around and took a step forward, the thread of spirit left deep in the stone house was not taken back.
Inside the enclosed stone house.
The air was so quiet that I could hear the beating of my own heart.
The six-year-old little Gaara pressed his chin firmly against his knees, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
He hasn't closed his eyes for four days in a row.
It was like a dull, rusty knife was stirring repeatedly in my mind, my temples were beating wildly, and even the gray stone walls in my sight were twisting and shaking.
"Go to sleep... little bastard, close your eyes and give your body to me..."
"As long as you fall asleep, all the pain will be gone... Hehe hehe... I will help you tear those nasty bed bugs outside into pieces one by one..."
Behind the spiritual iron door in the deepest part of my mind, One-Tail Shukaku's sharp, bitter voice, full of violent and murderous intent, echoed day and night. The violent Chakra was like hot lava, seeping out along the gaps in the seal, burning Gaara's tender meridians.
"No... can't sleep..."
Gaara bit his lip hard, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.
He knew that if he fell asleep and the monster came out, his father Rasa would smash him into the ground with biting cold sand, and those people in the village who were originally afraid of him would look at him with even more vicious eyes.
mother...
What did my mother look like? Why did she die after giving birth to me?
Did I never deserve to be in this world?