Naruto: Koharu's Return to Koharu's Road to Restoration of Konoha

What color are the leaves in winter? It’s the dark green of the wine flag at the entrance of Uncle Nakamura’s tavern, it’s the light green and pink of Meako’s sister’s three-color meatballs, it’s the light yellow plum blossoms blooming in Dingzhen Garden against the heavy snow.

And this is a gray world.

The gray of thatch thatched into cone-shaped thatched houses, the gray of barren land where no grass grows, the gray of people's withered, waxy faces, even the color in their eyes is gray.

They sank into the stagnant, lifeless gray world and bowed to the ground in submission. And the steaming bright red color in which they knelt down is the only color that can capture people's attention.

A few straw curtains were spread on the small earthen platform. On the grass curtains were various internal organs, white bones and unshaved meat. Next to the earthen platform was a wooden frame with a piece of skin hanging on it. A pile of red and white ones looked like they had just been dismantled, and white smoke was rising in the cold winter air.

The person at the front of the crowd did not kneel quietly. In the numb silence, he beat the drums with his leg bones. The drum beat was like a reminder to the skinny old man who was tied up next to him. The reminder could barely suppress the muffled cry of a fallen man in the crowd.

It started with little girls, but soon there were not enough girls, and the villagers turned to adult women. But there are fewer and fewer women, and the villagers have discovered new uses for the sick and frail old people who will be killed when they reach old age.

Some children turned their heads, their stomachs churned, and they were about to vomit. Although they were ninjas, they were neither old enough to go into battle, nor had they ever seen an evil priest who carried out such thorough slaughter.

Kagami's Sharingan appeared, and veins appeared on Takuya's forehead. He drew his knife and was about to slash at the painted-faced priest who was asking the villagers to kill people.

There was only indifference on the priest's face, and he picked up the knife as if he was about to cut off a piece of vegetable and eat his lunch. Before the sacrifice began, he and the kneeling man were neighbors in the same village. After the sacrifice began, even if they had gathered together yesterday to chat, today there were only God's servants and God's food.

Koharu held Takuya's knife-holding wrist to prevent him from rushing out. Takuya was pulled back and turned around suddenly, staring at Koharu with resentment in his eyes.

Mito Monoyan couldn't help but say: "There are no people worth saving here, only monsters devouring each other."

The eyes of the students gathered together. Some had hesitation in their eyes, while others had doubts in their eyes.

Shimura Danzo looked at Koharu mockingly, "Are these people the same people you want to protect? Or are you impatient to show your cheap kindness!"

Madara stood in silence watching the teenagers whose expressions changed drastically as they got into an argument. This was just the tip of the iceberg of the real world. People have always cannibalized each other. Strong ninjas decide how others live, while the weak can only be decided. See clearly the cruelty of the ninja world as soon as possible. Only with the protection of absolute power can Konoha's dream last longer.

Koharu condensed chakra between her fingers, forming a water projectile, which instantly shot down the priest's raised butcher knife.

Looking at the frightened priests who were looking around and the rioting crowd, who kowtowed and begged the gods for forgiveness, Xiaochun spoke,

"You're right, the world turns people into ghosts, and I want to turn ghosts back into people. I don't know how many levels of hell I have to go to and how many times I have to go through the underworld."

"But I am determined to change the world, and I will never hesitate to do it."

"If you are aware, follow me."

After saying that, she stepped out of the woods without looking at anyone around her.

Doctor Heshu followed Xiaochun out of the woods.

Then, the villagers saw a tall man walking towards them with a girl. The girl's pace was not hasty, but it seemed that nothing could stop her, and nothing could teach her to stay.

"Where does this arrogant person come from! How dare you blaspheme"

When they saw the ninja costumes of the two men, the priest's tone suddenly weakened, and the villagers also shrank. This kind of attitude of fear, fear mixed with disgust has been seen too many times, and Xiaochun was well prepared. She walked to the altar and used her kunai to remove the rope from the unconscious old man's body.

In the woods, Lu Cheng walked out slowly after Koharu started. Although Kaito started slowly, he rushed faster than him. The companions who were familiar with each other at the meeting looked at each other and walked out of the woods.

Some of the other students calmed down and wanted to follow the crowd, and some asked their close friends to discuss whether they should go back. There are familiar relatives in Konoha, kind uncles and aunts, and the New Year will be celebrated soon. Why do you have to endure your nausea and do this and that for these irresponsible people?

They were discussing quietly when Madara's penis suddenly appeared next to them.

Seeing the ninjas coming out of the forest, the villagers became even more frightened.

"Is he your relative?" Xiaochun looked at the person who had been crying quietly just now.

"Yes, this is my father." The poor health and clothing of the people here made it difficult to distinguish between men and women. When he opened his mouth, Xiaochun realized that this was a man with long hair.

"Don't be afraid. We and the doctors in the village are just passing by here this time. Your father looks sick. Please allow us to treat him."

How dare the man say no, so he had to follow Xiaochun's instructions and take the person home.

"By the way," Xiaochun turned around and asked the villagers who stayed where they were and didn't dare to act rashly. "Isn't this guy your village chief?"

The priest felt that his noble priesthood had been offended, but he dared not speak out.

A slightly stronger middle-aged man came out and said, "I am the village chief of this village. I don't know what your orders are. As long as I don't harm the villagers here, I can do anything for you."

Hearing this, Xiaochun smiled playfully and said, "We plan to stay near the village for a few days. I hope we won't disturb you."

The middle-aged man's face became stiffer due to the vicissitudes of life. What's the difference between living next to a ninja and sleeping with a jackal? But he couldn't do anything, neither could he take back his villagers in front of God, nor could he protect his family in front of ninjas. The hidden pain and despair in the man's eyes could no longer be contained.

The light in the thatched house was dim, and Dr. Heshu wanted to lay a straw mat outside for consultation. Unexpectedly, Xiaochun took out a scroll and channeled a folding wooden bed with a "bang". The long-haired young man first shivered in fear when he heard the voice, then his eyes widened when he saw Xiaochun mortise and tenon the wooden hoppers together into a wooden bed, and put a white quilt on the wooden bed.

After the consultation, Dr. Heshu said to Xiaochun, "He has typhoid fever."

The young man became anxious. Almost no one had been in this situation in previous years, and his father might not be able to survive this time. Koharu wasn't sure what Dr. Kazuki meant. She didn't know whether typhoid fever was easy to treat for ninjas in this era. "Is it hard to treat?"

Doctor Heshu shook his head.