Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior.

In Yuyin Village, shrouded in rain, there are several towering towers.

And on the top of the tallest tower, a scar-faced Yu Ren came here.

Looking at the silent iron door in front of him, the scar-faced Yu Ren still had anger on his face, and he stretched out his hand and knocked heavily on the iron door.

dong dong!Boom!

"Yilong?"

After a while, he heard an old voice from inside the door, asking and answering: "Come in."

The scar-faced man called "Yilong" was stunned for a moment, and he actually pushed open the iron door with a gentle push.

Click.

Yilong looked up after pushing the door open and saw the figure in front of the window.

The turbulent rainwater trickled down the window, leaving winding and branching traces.

There was a slight ticking sound, and the dead leaves were blown by the strong wind and fell on the window. They were as wet as paper and stuck to the glass, and the leaf veins were slightly convex like human blood vessels.

"Ha~"

The old man standing in front of the window looked away, breathed a breath of white air into his hands to keep warm, and murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough, in this weather, you should eat hot pot to warm yourself up."

After that, he walked to the living room without any decorative furniture and sat next to the square kotatsu.

Then he waved to the scar-faced Yu Nin in front of the door and said jokingly: "Why are you standing there stupidly? Close the door quickly, my old bones can't withstand the cold."

Hearing this, Yilong suddenly came back to his senses and felt the slight chill. He couldn't help but tighten his clothes, closed the door and walked in.

Click.

After closing the door, the dampness and coldness outside seemed to be blocked out.

Yitong walked to the kotatsu with a stinking face, and suddenly felt a gentle warmth, and the anger in his heart calmed down a lot inexplicably.

"This kind of thing is not common in the Land of Rain."

The old man lowered his head and fiddled with the kotatsu, his eyes lowered and he smiled kindly: "His Majesty the Daimyo got two sets, and specially left one set for me."

There was a small oven on the kotatsu table, with a sukiyaki pot on it, and the soup stock was boiling.

Yilong stood there without speaking, just staring without saying a word.

Watching the old man throw the cross-shaped mushrooms and square-cut pieces of meat into the pot, and the pink and fresh vegetables are also thrown into the soup, where the rising and falling colors are very fresh.

But Yilong felt that the green was extremely dazzling, making the fire in his heart burn again.

"Lord Musashi!"

He clenched his fists subconsciously and asked in a deep voice: "Do you know that the disaster relief grains we bought with money were replaced by bran and brown rice for livestock by those damn businessmen and nobles? "

Bran is the husk removed from the rice, such as chaff, wheat husks and other useless discards.

Brown rice is a rice grain with the husk removed but still retaining the cortex and embryo. But the rice they want to buy is a product from which all the husk and husk of the rice have been removed!

"...So it's because of this." The old man who was called "Musashi" put down the cup in his hand and said softly, "If this is the case, then I know."

"Know? Do you know they are passing off inferior goods?"

Hearing this, looking at the leader of Yuyin Village in front of him, the old man he once admired very much, Yilong's anger suddenly rose, and he asked: "Then why are you sitting back and doing nothing? Those bastards should be hanged and beaten to death. !”

"That guy Hanzo is still trying to win people's hearts, and even spends his own money to buy relief food for the refugees. Now people outside are praising his wisdom! You, don't you care at all..."

Faced with the questioning from his right-hand man, Musashi took a sip of tea and asked calmly: "Then do you know how much bran and brown rice can be replaced by one pound of polished rice?"

Facing the inexplicable rhetorical question, Yilong was stunned for a moment subconsciously, frowned and said, "Of course I know that for the price of one pound of polished rice, you can buy three pounds of bran and brown rice."

At this point, he raised his eyebrows again and said angrily: "But even if it's bran and brown rice, they're still greedy for a third of it! Moreover, those things are for livestock, not for humans at all. Of! You..."

"Hey, don't be so angry." Before Yoshitaka could finish speaking, Musashi suddenly patted the table, interrupted what he was saying, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's eat something together to warm ourselves up."

Yilong choked after being interrupted, his brows almost knitted together.

But looking at the old man's clear eyes, he suppressed his anger and sat down.

"Yoshitaka." Musashi took out a few pieces of meat from the hot pot and handed them to Yoshitaka's bowl while whispering, "Have you ever seen someone who bloated to death from eating dirt?"

Yilong, who was holding a bowl in his hand and wanted to greet him, froze in midair after hearing these words, and blurted out: "What?"

Eat dirt and bloat to death?

"Look, you haven't seen it. You haven't even seen the tree bark being chewed away. You think the civilians are miserable enough now."

Musashi said to himself: "I am an old man who has survived from the end of the Warring States period to the present by luck. When I was young, I fought with samurai from all over the world with a sword. From the age of thirteen to sixty, I fought more than a hundred times without losing. "

"But because of this, I realized that the victims who were about to starve to death were actually no longer human beings."

As soon as these words came out, Yilong suddenly stood up with his eyes widened and looked at the old man in disbelief.

It is obvious that Yuyin Village has been able to reach this point because of the leadership of this old man!

That's why he chose to stay with Lord Musashi when other companions favored Hanzo.

But he never expected that such words would come out of Master Musashi's mouth.

"Shocked?"

Musashi just smiled and shook his head, sighing: "Because you have never seen what people who are about to starve to death look like, nor have you seen the miserable reality after the war broke out. After all, you are just a ninja who is not productive. "

"What dignity, what decency, what animals eat, what people eat, those things can only be considered after you are full!"

"When people are hungry to a certain level, they don't think about what to eat, let alone whether it tastes good, or even whether they can eat it."

"As long as they can survive, they can eat grass roots, tree bark, and soil, let alone bran and coarse rice!"

Musashi raised his head slightly and looked at Yilong, with a deep look in his eyes: "Even, they will exchange children with each other, and then..."

At this point, he suddenly paused. Looking at Yilong's pale face, he shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "One pound of polished rice, exchanged for three pounds of bran and brown rice, is equivalent to the money that could save a person's life in the first place. Now it can save a person's life." Three people alive.”

"Although they are not nutritious and are not even easy to digest, they can fill the stomach and allow more people to live for a few more days."

"Do you think I made a mistake in this transaction?"

For a moment, Yilong fell into a long silence, and his mind became a mess.

He could only open his mouth unconsciously and stumbled to retort weakly: "This... the money for disaster relief is not enough. Why don't we, why don't we ask His Highness the Daimyo for another allocation..."

"Moreover, most of the small amount of disaster relief food funds went into the pockets of those businessmen..."

Hearing this, he seemed to have remembered something. A trace of sadness flashed in Musashi's eyes, and he smiled sarcastically and said: "Allocate more money and food? Where does the money come from? The grain depot is already an empty shell! Where does the food come from? Where does it come from? Continue to tax?”

"As for those profit-seeking businessmen, if we don't feed them, how can they sell us food? At any rate, they are only greedy for one-third, and the remaining two-thirds can still save one more person!"

"If it weren't for the bastard merchants you talk about, and the bran-coarse rice you talk about feeding the animals, then what you see outside the city would not be scrawny refugees, but a pile of gnawed bones!"

The only and most regretful thing Musashi regrets at this moment is that he did not come up with a way to grow food earlier and did not try to get rid of his dependence on big countries earlier.

Hearing the old man's increasingly deep voice, Yilong stumbled back a few steps with a pale face, his mind went blank, he shook his head and murmured: "Why, how could this happen? It's actually like this..."

"Then, then the reason why you haven't resisted Sunagakure is because..."

Musashi lowered his head slowly, picked up a piece of meat from the pot, and said softly: "Do you think I want to sit on the sidelines? Do you think I want to be a tortoise?"

"I am Musashi. The former Sword Master Musashi, among those old guys from the Kingdom of Iron, who is not my defeated general? Even though I am old, I can still wield the sword."

"But resistance? Revenge? Four light words, two light words, how heavy will the consequences be?"

"Hanzo is still young. He can be arrogant and proud, and he can be full of ambition, but I can't. I am now the leader of Yuyin Village, and I have tens of thousands of lives on my shoulders. I can't bet, and I can't win the bet."

"Once the scale of the war continues to expand, it will no longer be just an excuse as it is now. The Country of Rain will become a victim of the big powers and a common target for them to attack."

"'Revenge' is a luxury we cannot afford now!"

In the current Rain Country, there is no way out except to survive.

We can only survive until the end of the war, and then think of ways to figure it out.

But even if you want to survive, the prerequisite is that the big country ignores it, otherwise once you are targeted, you will not even have the luxury of surviving...

Bang! !

Just when the two were lost in thought, the iron door was suddenly pushed open.

"No, it's not good, Master Musashi!"

An Amegakure ninja hurried in and shouted with horror on his face: "Sunagakure! Sunagakure is plundering again..."

Having said this, he hurriedly shook his head again and said in horror: "No, this time it was a massacre! Two villages and hundreds of people were slaughtered by them!!"

"Hanzo, Lord Hanzo received the news and immediately led people to rush over and intercept Sunagakure's troops!"

Musashi listened to all the news very calmly, looked at the vegetables and meat rising and falling in the boiling hot pot, and whispered: "This day has finally come."

Destiny will always catch up with our slowing pace until we achieve the future it has chosen for us.