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

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In the rain curtain, only gray and white colors remained, and the sound of thunder could not wake up the silent things.

The originally bright sunshine became extremely gloomy, shining through the gaps between the thick clouds.

However, in this desolate scene, there are skinny figures.

He looked numb and staggered, like a ghost.

But they are not ghosts, they are people, civilians fleeing.

Boom! !

Thunder followed by lightning, and some people fell to the ground tremblingly, but could never get up again.

The faces of the remaining people were only numb, and their dull eyes looked in front of them, without looking back at those people.

Because such cruel deaths happen all the time in the Kingdom of Rain.

People like them, when they die, are like water disappearing into the water.

As a civilian in a small country, I feel nothing but numbness in my heart.

They didn't know if there was really a way to survive in front of them, but they would definitely die if they stopped. They could only crawl aimlessly towards the capital that was not affected by the war.

Like a wild dog covered in mud...

No, just like straw in the ground, it will fall when a gust of wind blows. Even if there is no wind, it will still be shaky.

However, there are some people who are different from the walking dead who are almost unconscious.

"Hey, that..."

"Yahiko! I need to use the honorific!"

"I, I know! But..."

Hearing the mutterings of the two little ones behind him, Yunchuan, who was following the refugees, turned his head, took a deep look at the awkward Yahiko, and then smiled slightly and said: "If you don't mind, call me Yunchuan, I'm better than You are not much older."

Hearing this, Xiaonan behind him was stunned for a moment, and quickly waved his hands and said: "This, how can this be allowed! You saved us..."

Not paying attention to Xiaonan's fuss about the title, Yunchuan turned his head and looked at the desolate road ahead.

"Don't worry, it's almost there."

They had walked no matter how far they had gone. Although the world was still desolate, there were many ruts and horse tracks under their feet.

The horses were not eaten, indicating that there were people in front and there was no shortage of food there.

The number of refugees has visibly increased. They are not just corpses like before. It is obvious that they are gathering here.

Perhaps, in their opinion, as long as they reach the capital, they can survive.

"Konan, Yahiko." Yunchuan asked without turning around, "You were planning to go to the capital in exchange for some food, right?"

"Yes, Yun, Brother Yunchuan." Xiaonan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"You don't need to think about it. At this time, only the capital is safe. Only His Highness the Daimyo can protect some people!" Yahiko shouted, and finally cursed secretly, "Damn ninjas, if it weren't for them..."

"Yahiko! That's enough!" Xiaonan quickly pulled his sleeve to signal him not to continue talking.

After all, in their opinion, the boy in front of them was also a "ninja".

"Ninjas" are cruel and ruthless beings who don't care about the life and death of civilians. They are the ones who brought the war to the Land of Rain.

Yahiko has always thought this way, but he was saved by a "ninja" that he hated, so he has a very ambivalent attitude towards Kumokawa.

Under Yahiko's subtle influence, Xiaonan used to think so, but now she feels inexplicably...

"Brother Yunchuan seems to be different from those ninjas."

Looking at the figure walking in front, Xiaonan's pupils trembled slightly as she recalled his gentleness before.

"...Brother Yunchuan." After a moment of silence, Xiaonan asked softly: "Are you saying that even if we reach the capital, it will be difficult for the two of us to survive?"

As soon as he said this, Yahiko, who was holding the ninja bag tightly and clamoring to exchange for bread and fruits when he arrived in the capital, suddenly choked up and turned to look at Konan in disbelief.

Xiaonan, how could such an idea come up?

"I see that you haven't been to the capital yet."

Yunchuan just chuckled, shook his head and said: "However, it is not in line with my character to easily deny the possibility of your survival."

"It's better to go see it with your own eyes. I happen to be passing by the capital..."

After that, Yunchuan said no more, and ignored Yahiko who was hesitant to speak. He looked at the staggering figure in front of him with slightly curved eyes without any smile.

Compared to Yahiko who was worried about gains and losses, Xiaonan noticed a different meaning in Kumokawa's words.

"Passing by the capital on the way..." Xiaonan lowered his head slightly and thought to himself, "In other words, he doesn't live in the capital?"

Although it is also a one-country-one-village system, the situation is different from that of the five major countries.

Because the territory of the country is so small, the shinobi villages of the Rain Country are not separated from the country. The Rain Hidden Village is within the scope of the capital.

Therefore, the capital city where all the ninjas from Hidden Rain Village gather is already the safest place in the Country of Rain.

With the ability that Yunchuan has shown before, he will definitely get preferential treatment in Yuyin Village, but he didn't choose to stay in the capital?

why?

Just as Konan lowered his head and thought, he found that Yahiko next to him suddenly stopped at his feet.

"We've arrived, the capital of the Kingdom of Rain."

Hearing Yunchuan's voice, Xiaonan subconsciously raised his head.

However, the moment she looked away, her face also changed into the same expression as Yahiko next to her.

He was frozen in place as if being held in a restraint spell, with only dullness between his immature brows.

As far as the eye can see, outside the capital city, everything is deserted and desolate.

A black rain curtain washed over the eyes of the two people. Most of the houses on the left and right were still dilapidated. It was almost dusk, but there was not even a trace of smoke. Rats, insects and ants could be seen everywhere among the broken walls and weeds.

This scene was nothing like what Yahiko and Konan had expected.

In fact, even the rotten smell and piles of corpses here were far beyond anything Yahiko and Konan had ever seen before.

The capital of the Kingdom of Rain is surrounded by a moat that is tens of meters wide and bottomless. There is only one bridge leading to the city, but the city gate is also closed at this time. It is obviously a blockade and martial law. No entry or exit is allowed inside and outside the city. .

However, more and more civilians came for a chance of survival, regardless of the cold rain that soaked their bodies.

Countless figures sat slumped beside the city wall, their sleepy eyelids could hardly be raised, and their confused and numb faces looked haggard.

The whole body was skinny and bones, with sunken eye sockets, like a living skeleton, and the hemp-like arms hung at his sides, trembling slightly.

If you exhale too much and take in too little air, you may die at any time.

But some are already dead, and some are still breathing.

As for those who are still alive...

Sniff! Sniff!

Konan and Yahiko sniffed their noses subconsciously and could smell the endless fishy wind swirling in the air.

However, in addition to the rotten smell in the air, there is also a strange smell.

It's meaty.

The smell of meat was hard to cover up even with the rotting stench of corpses.

"vomit!!"

Finally, Xiao Nan collapsed to the ground and vomited unbearably.

Yahiko's face was also extremely pale, and his body was trembling as he looked at everything outside the capital.

"I don't know whether future generations will record this war and how it will describe the harm it caused to civilians."

There was a touch of pity in Yun Chuan's eyes, and the frost on his face had already surpassed the cold winter for several months. He said softly: "But, to use a sentence I once read to describe it, that is..."

The people were so hungry that they leaned against the city's moat, and the thieves took prisoners to eat. Thousands of people a day made hundreds of huge clay pots, minced the bones and skins in mortars, and ate them!