Naruto: Betrayed From The Start

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"Forget it, let's just take the Moonstone with us."

After some thought, the Third Hokage decided to take Sarutobi Tsukishi with him. He had been thinking too highly of it before.

If the five Kage could work together, then there would be no need to bring Sarutobi Tsukishi, as they could guarantee to kill Kenshi.

But, asking the five hidden villages that are fighting each other to work together?

Isn't this asking too much, impossible?

So in order to ensure that Kenshi could be killed, the third generation could only bring the Sarutobi Moon Stone.

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Viper Island.

late at night.

On the terrace of the wooden house, Kenshi sat on a chair and ate the roast duck taken out from the black water space.

After crossing the Arctic, he headed towards the Serpent Island. Only by passing through here could he determine his location.

After finishing his meal, Kenshi created a shadow clone and returned to the cabin to sleep, planning to rest here for the night before continuing his journey tomorrow.

Lying on the wooden bed, Kenshi paid attention to the ink-and-wash eagles that flew along the way. Through observation through consciousness connection, he found that no eagle had discovered the Konoha ninja.

"Is it true that the people from Konoha didn't chase us?"

At this point, Kenshi couldn't help but doubt himself, wondering if he was being too sensitive because no one from Konoha came.

But if the people from Konoha didn't come, then who found him?

Iwagakure and Kumogakure only sent one person, obviously to confirm whether he was really on that cold island.

At this time, Kenshi had already realized that someone had told the people of Iwagakure and Kumogakure about his information on the island, so they sent someone to confirm whether the information was true, instead of directly sending a team of ninjas to assassinate him.

Before, he thought that Konoha had found him, but now… he was not sure.

"Who is it?"

"Why did you expose your whereabouts?"

After thinking for a long time, Kenshi still had no clue. In order to avoid being discovered, he lived in seclusion near the Arctic Circle, yet he was discovered without being noticed. The key point was that he didn't even know he had been discovered.

This method...what kind of special ability is it?

"Alas! It seems that we should solve the problem of chakra amount as soon as possible."

Thinking that the enemy has unknown means to find him without being discovered by him, Kenshi can only make himself stronger so that he will not be afraid of any threats.

The next morning.

After waking up, Kenshi had breakfast, washed up, and boarded the Black Iron Giant Eagle to head towards the Fire Country.

He wants to find the descendants of the Uzumaki clan.

At this time, the Uzumaki clan should have just been destroyed not long ago.

There are many survivors of the Uzumaki clan who are hiding their identities in other small countries in the ninja world.

Some of these survivors must know a lot about sealing techniques. Find them and learn the basic knowledge of sealing techniques from them.

I believe that after learning the basic knowledge of sealing techniques, Kenshi should be able to quickly engrave a swallowing sealing array on himself and temporarily solve the problem of chakra amount.

After spending three years to accumulate a chakra amount comparable to that of the tailed beasts, he would capture the Third Hokage and ask him about the spirit transformation technique. He would then decipher the secrets of the soul from the spirit transformation technique and develop a perfect transformation technique.

At that time, his revenge and destruction of Konoha will begin.

From then on, the plan to destroy Konoha was completely complete and had clear steps.

The first thing is to find someone from the Uzumaki clan to learn the knowledge of sealing techniques.

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The Land of Grass.

On the border, the ninjas of Kusagakure Village are fighting fiercely with the ninjas of Takigakure of Takikuni.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties, with ninjas dying in large numbers and countless others injured.

But even with such heavy casualties, the war between the two countries is still going on.

Small countries are not like big countries. They have very few top combat forces. Not to mention Kage-level ninjas, there are very few Jonin-level ninjas.

Their wars were also more brutal, being entirely a competition of numbers and attrition.

That's why the casualties were so heavy.

At this time, in the rear base camp of Kusagakure Village, batches of injured ninjas on the front line were sent back here for treatment.

There were no beds or stretchers in the huge tent. The wounded were either lying or sitting on the ground, receiving treatment from medical staff.

"No, let me take a bite, I can still fight! I really..."

A fifteen-year-old Kusagakure ninja was lying on the ground, his pale face filled with despair as he begged the Kusagakure medical captain in front of him to let him bite the red-haired woman next to him.

The captain of the Kusagakure Medical Team is a middle-aged man. He always has a look of keeping strangers away, and his words are equally cold and ruthless.

"The right leg is broken and not worth emergency treatment."

The middle-aged man took a look at the right thigh of the fifteen-year-old boy, where the knee was no longer visible. He shook his head slightly and pulled the red-haired woman towards the next injured person.

"I…I…"

The next wounded man was a bit older, with completely gray hair. He must have been at least seventy years old, if not eighty. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

There was a huge wound on his chest that almost cut half of his body diagonally. Even though he was wrapped in a white bandage, the overflowing blood still dyed his entire body red.

With this kind of injury, and given the amount of blood loss, plus the old man's age, even if he was saved, he probably wouldn't live for a few days.

Logically speaking, the old man should not need emergency treatment, just like the boy with a broken leg.

However, the middle-aged man grabbed the red-haired woman and pulled her in front of the old man, saying coldly: "Start, woman."

The red-haired woman squatted down with a numb expression, rolled up her sleeves, and stretched out a white arm that was covered with teeth marks that had not yet healed.

The red-haired woman stretched her arm covered with teeth marks to the old man's mouth, subconsciously closed her eyes, and waited for the familiar tingling sensation to come.

However, after waiting for a while, the stinging pain did not come. She opened her eyes and saw the old man who could recover from his injuries in a few seconds with just one bite, but he was looking at her and shaking his head.

The dying old man looked at the red-haired woman with pity in his eyes.

Seeing this, the red-haired woman's numb expression fluctuated a little, but this fluctuation was quickly silenced by the cold voice of the middle-aged man behind her.

"Do you want to betray the village?"

Hearing this, the old man's expression paused, and then the pity in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only helplessness. In the end, he bit the red-haired woman's arm.

In an instant, chakra full of vitality flowed into his mouth and into his body along with the blood from the wound on the woman he bit.

Soon, the stinging sensation from the huge wound disappeared and his strength returned.

His injuries have recovered, but his hair has become grayer.

"Feel sorry."

The old man opened his mouth, lowered his head and whispered something. His voice was so soft that only the red-haired woman heard it. But at this time, she had no reaction. She numbly got up and followed the middle-aged man, "treating" the wounded one by one.

The emergency treatment standards for middle-aged men are very simple: those who can continue to fight must be saved no matter how serious their injuries are.

If you are missing limbs and can't even be a cannon fodder, you can only rely on yourself.

As for others like the old man who can still fight, even if they can only live for a few days after recovery, they should be saved. They should fight for as many days as they can, as long as they can play a role on the battlefield.

Even if you have to die, you must die on the battlefield. This is the war between small countries, which is a hundred times more cruel than that of the five major countries.

night.

After a round of "treatment", the red-haired woman had become pale and looked like a mummy.

The middle-aged man took the woman to a small cabin and opened the door.

"Mother..."

A red-haired little girl, about twelve years old, was hiding in a corner of the wooden house where the moonlight could not reach. When she saw the door open and the red-haired woman, she wanted to run to hug her mother, but she looked at the middle-aged man behind her mother with fear and did not dare to go over. She could only hide in the dark corner and whispered to her mother.

"Come in."

The middle-aged man had an expressionless face as he pushed the woman in. He didn't care about the woman who fell to the ground, threw down two rice balls, closed the door and left.

The red-haired woman had already lost all her strength and was only holding on with her willpower. The moment she returned to the cabin and heard her daughter's voice, her willpower collapsed.

At this moment, he was pushed by the middle-aged man and fell to the ground motionless.

"Mom..." As soon as the door was closed, the little girl quickly crawled over using her hands and feet.

At this time, the moonlight outside the house shone through the window onto the girl's thin body.

"Mother..."

The little girl struggled to lift her mother's right arm and placed it around her neck. She buried her head under her mother's armpit and then used her knees to push hard into her mother's arms. It took a lot of effort to turn her mother's body over and lay her flat on the ground.

At this time, because the little girl's scalp was pressed against the hard ground, the originally slightly red scar on her forehead was rubbed off again, and traces of blood oozed out of it.

The little girl didn't care about her own injuries, and quickly picked up the two rice balls on the ground. She opened her mouth and gently blew away the dirt and dust on the rice balls, then put the rice balls away, and then waited quietly for her mother to wake up.

Obviously, this is not the first time such a scene has happened.

Gurgle…Gurgle…

While waiting, the little girl's stomach kept sending out hunger signals, but she seemed to feel nothing. She just kept looking at her mother with a pair of expectant eyes, repeating in her heart, "Mom, wake up, Mom, it's okay, Mom, wake up..."

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