Konoha: Prepare to defect, the system is coming.

The festival day is one of the important festivals in Sand Village.

On this day, villagers will spontaneously change into black clothes and have heavy expressions. Even if they see acquaintances, they will not smile as usual, but just nod to each other as a greeting.

Wait until the sun is about to set.

After the villagers finish their dinner at home, they will carry the paper money they bought in advance and go to the cemetery on the edge of the village.

Looking down from the sky, the whole street was filled with villagers wearing black clothes and holding paper money in their hands.

The shops on both sides of the street also took away their flashy colorful signs today.

"Every year at this time, there are always rumors in the village that the cemetery is haunted. I have heard about it since I was a child, but I have never seen a ghost."

"Yes, the old man who used to guard the cemetery didn't believe in such rumors. But I heard that he was frightened by something scary last night and was hospitalized. He is still in a coma."

"What the old man least wants to see is what we most want to see."

"It's been a long time since I last saw my father in my dreams. All these years have passed. If I hadn't suddenly seen his photo yesterday, I would have almost forgotten what he looked like."

Having said this, the ninja school teacher Ozeki suddenly stopped.

He stood on tiptoe and glanced blankly at the crowd around him. Seeing the heavy expressions of the villagers, Daguan's vision blurred and the figure of his father suddenly appeared in front of him.

“Father, why do we worship this every year?”

"Daguan, because we have our own things to do throughout the year, it is easy for the deceased relatives to be forgotten as time goes by, and on the memorial day, we have a whole day to miss them."

"Father, do we also forget our relatives?"

"Ozeki, of course we will not forget our loved ones, but those deceased relatives want us to forget and want us to live our lives well, so they will perform special ninjutsu on us after death."

"Huh? What jutsu?"

"The Reappearance of a Family Member!!

As long as you silently recite the names of your relatives three times on the day of the sacrifice, they will appear before you. However, this ninjutsu has a side effect, which is that it will make you not think of your relatives easily on weekdays. "

The image of his father appeared before his eyes. Ozeki glanced at the "Strongest Twelve Ninjas" on his shoulder and muttered.

"I seem to have been hit by the Relative Reappearance Spell too!!"

"Da Ze?"

A surprised voice instantly brought Daguan's wandering thoughts back to reality. He looked at the young man who appeared in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he forced a smile and said.

"You're here too!"

"Ok!"

Fei Niao shook the paper figure on his shoulder, his expression also looking a little heavy.

No one said that you can't pay respect to your relatives in Konoha in Sunagakure.

Afterwards, the two walked side by side, following the crowd to the cemetery on the edge of the Sand Village.

A solemn atmosphere floats over the cemetery.

Fei Niao looked around, then found an open space, unwrapped the paper figures, and stacked them neatly together.

pat!

Then he took out his lighter and lit the paper figure at the bottom.

The flame burned very quickly and soared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, countless flames rose up around, lighting up the cemetery like dusk.

"Will this really work?" Just as Fei Niao was distracted, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

He turned his head slightly, glanced at Uzumaki Jue who had come over at some point, and said with certainty, "Of course, we'll launch our plan when these people return home and start missing their families."

Uzumaki Jue nodded subconsciously and began to secretly observe the villagers who came to worship.

next second.

Suddenly, a terrified voice was heard among the crowd who were worshiping.

“Why are there multiple pits on my father’s grave?”

"Don't be so startled. Was it dug by a rat?"

"What kind of mouse can dig a hole as thick as a thigh?"

“That’s the rabbit.”

Hearing the discussions coming from the crowd, Daguan, who was burning a paper figurine for his father, was suddenly stunned and subconsciously looked towards his father's grave.

Intact, no rabbit holes, more eh?

Just when he was feeling somewhat relieved that he had not found the rabbit hole, he suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the soil on his father's grave seemed to be a little loose, as if something inside wanted to come out but didn't.

Seeing this scene, Da's heart tightened. He quickly ran to the grave and patted it a few times with his hands, "This damn rabbit actually took a fancy to my father's grave!"

Although he said that, he had a worried expression on his face until Daguan returned home.

Combined with the rumor that the old grave-keeper encountered a ghost yesterday, he couldn't help but turn around, looking through the window at the dark night sky outside, muttering to himself, "What the old man least wants to see is what we most want to see."

"Father."

As his father's figure emerged in his mind, Daguan sat down on the sofa, buried his head in his knees, and said in pain, "How can there be a technique to make relatives reappear?

How could it be possible that on the day of sacrifice, if you silently recite the names of your relatives three times, they will appear before you?

That was just my father's trick."

He then raised his head and looked at the photo of father and son on the wall.

The father in the photo had his hands on his shoulders and was smiling so kindly, but as a child, he had a pouty mouth for some reason, as if he was angry about something.

"Oh, the technique to reappear relatives?" Thinking of the technique his father had taught him, Ozeki began to make seals with his hands and said self-deprecatingly, "The ninjutsu is fake, but I really want to see you, Omori. Omori Omori."

After reading his father's name three times, he looked around the living room, finally closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, and the memories that had once been buried in his mind emerged.

dong dong dong! !

The sudden knock on the door instantly interrupted Ozaki's beautiful memories.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and found that it was already past 12 o'clock. He then turned and looked at the empty street outside, and his eyelids twitched.

"Who is this? Why aren't you sleeping so late at night?" Daguan was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked to the door. While gently turning the doorknob with his right hand, he shouted outside, "Is there anything that can't be said during the day? It's already past twelve o'clock, and it's not allowed. F*ck"

Before he finished speaking, Daguan took a big step back, staring at the door with horror, his voice becoming much shriller because of shock.

"Dad?? You and my dad??"

"I'm not your father, but are you my father?" A hoarse voice suddenly came from the door, and then a short middle-aged man wearing a Sand Village forehead protector walked in.

He first looked around the room and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, the middle-aged man glanced at the shoe cabinet again, his brows suddenly frowned, and he said with a bit of dissatisfaction in his voice, "Damn, the wrinkles on your face are almost as many as your father's. Why are you still single?"

Daguan was stunned for a moment and said with some shame.

“There’s a reason for that.”

"If there is a reason, it's your own fault!" The middle-aged man looked his son up and down and sneered, "If you don't get married soon, women with children will look down on you. You don't know what's going on."

"That Dad"

"Don't call me dad. You are my dad. You are my living dad, and I am your dead dad."

"Dad, how did you survive?"

The middle-aged man glanced up and down at his son who was unreasonable and weak but dared to talk back, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Then, he turned around again, looked at the clear night sky outside, and sneered, “I originally thought that the enemy resurrected my father and was preparing to cause trouble in the village, but now it seems that I was angered to death by you.

Daguan, get out of here right now while I still have some sense.

Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself and beat you to death.”

"Making trouble?"

Hearing this rather niche word, Daguan couldn't help but show a look of confusion on his face.

However, when he saw his father with his hands behind his back, looking eager to share the worries for the village, his tense heart suddenly relaxed a little, and his tone became light-hearted as well.

"Dad, I'm not in a hurry to report your affairs to the village now."

The middle-aged man turned around abruptly, pointed at his son tremblingly, and said angrily, "Is your father afraid that he will lose his mind and kill you? Hurry up and report this to the village while I can still control my body."

"Dad, I seem to remember you were a genin."

"What's wrong with Genin? Aren't Genin better than a fool like you who can't get a wife?"

"father"

As he spoke, Ozeki picked up the forehead protector on the sofa and put it on his head, then turned to look at the middle-aged man at the door and said smugly, "A little Genin, not worth mentioning.

Do you see this outfit? It’s something only a Chunin can wear.”

The middle-aged man looked at the combat uniform unique to Chunin on Ozeki, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes. Then he suddenly thought of something, took off his shoes, threw them directly at the other party, and said angrily.

"You've become a Chunin, but you still haven't found a wife?? What are you so proud of?? You idiot!"

at the same time.

The northeast corner of the Sand Village.

dong dong dong! !

The crisp knocking sound traveled far and wide in the night.

The lights in the house, which had been off, suddenly turned on when there was a knock on the door, and then the sound of someone getting dressed was heard in the room.

"Sister Chiyo!"

next second.

An old voice came from the room, "The person outside the door is not a living person, you have to be careful."

"Got it!" Chiyo waved her hands impatiently. Then she suppressed her inner excitement and looked at the door with complicated eyes. "Senju Tobirama's ninjutsu? Has it spread out?"

As she spoke, Chiyo pushed open the door, and when she saw a man and a woman standing outside, her body began to tremble.

"elder sister!"

At this time, Ebizo, who was a little worried about his sister's safety, also pushed open the door and walked out.

He noticed the couple standing at the door, then looked at the peaceful village, his eyes couldn't help but flash a red light, "Sister, do you want to step on this conspiracy?"

"Mother!" The couple standing at the door also came to their senses at this time. The moment they saw the mother appear, they understood what the enemy was thinking, and their tone suddenly became anxious.

"This is the enemy's conspiracy. He wants to use us to delay you."

Chiyo subconsciously clenched her fists, then loosened them, and after repeating this several times, she suddenly waved to her brother behind her and said calmly, "It doesn't matter, I'll step on this conspiracy.

Anyway, he has reached the age to retire, and Luo Sha also dislikes us old annoying people.

Why not take this opportunity to chat with the children?

I think the mastermind behind this will not easily take away their consciousness when they see us being held back."

Hearing this, Ebizo fell into silence.

He suddenly recalled the scene when his sister made her son and daughter-in-law into puppets.

At that time, my sister talked to the puppet every day, but the puppet did not respond at all, and could not even move a finger.

And in front of

Ebizo raised his head, looked at the couple in front of him who looked like living people, and said softly, "Sister, if there is any trouble in the village that cannot be solved, please put the overall situation first."

at this time.

The quiet Sand Village was in a state of uproar.

Whether it was the east or west, south or north of the village, the same sound was heard simultaneously.

"Fuck, how did you come back to life?"

As the lights in every house gradually came on, Fei Niao scratched his ears, looked at Ah Fei curiously, and asked, "Ah Fei, how many people have you reincarnated?

You use so many brothers as consumables, is that okay with Mr. Ban's will?"

Xuanwo Jue put his hands behind his back and listened to the voices of shock, fear, or joy around him. He said with a confident expression, "It's okay. I have already arranged for people to bring those brothers back the moment the plan is completed. There will be no accidents."

Although the floating technique cannot take humans underground, it can take White Zetsu with it.

After all, Bai Jue is not a human being!!

"That's good!" Asuka nodded, then bit his finger, quickly formed a few seals with his hands, and slammed them on the ground. The chakra in his body rushed to his arms like water from a dam.

Psychic art! !

boom! !

A two-meter-high ball of white smoke seemed to appear out of nowhere, instantly filling the area in front of Fei Niao and the others, blocking their view.

And when the white smoke was blown away by the wind, a tea kettle the size of a palm was left lying alone on the ground, looking particularly small and funny.

quickly!

Limbs suddenly sprouted from the tea kettle, and a very round head popped out from where the lid should be.

"Go, destroy the Sand Village and help us attract attention!" Asuka kicked the little thing with his foot, then pointed to the towering Kazekage Building not far away and gave the order.

Uzumaki Jue: ???

It looked at the palm-sized tea kettle in front of it with a look of astonishment, then looked at the towering Kazekage Building, its eyes jumping back and forth between the two, and finally fixed on Uchiha Asuka. The corners of its mouth twitched a few times, but it couldn't say a word.

I'm afraid it would take a long time to kick this little thing even if it kicks a piece of glass, right?