Naruto: My Own Wind

Seeing Kazama coming out, Sagiri secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to reach out to greet Kazama, but she didn't know how to start.

Seeing Sagiri holding up her hand, as stupid as a primary school student raising her hand to answer a question, Kazama chuckled, "I say, why are you holding up your hand, I'm not a teacher."

Sagiri quickly put her hand down when she heard it, and just as she was about to speak, she saw that Kazama had no intention of stopping, passed by her and continued to walk the way he came.

Really rude, not a gentleman at all.

Sagiri's thoughts made her grit her teeth.

"Hey, why are you standing there like an idiot, why don't you go back quickly."

Calling herself stupid again!

This made Sagiri feel a little excited.

There was no sound behind her, and Kazama looked back and saw Sagiri's little face puffed up, like a pufferfish, a little cute.

It's just that her movements are not cute. Although she purses her lips, you can feel her teeth gritting; and those cold eyes have now turned into hot eyes. Fengjian can clearly feel her anger.

However, Fengjian is a little confused. This girl is not really sick. She is inexplicably angry.

Snap!

Fengjian slapped his forehead. He wanted to understand why Sagiri was like this. The grief of her father's death has not passed yet, and Chi Xian is seriously injured and unconscious. She doesn't know what to do.

After all, she is still a child. It is understandable that she has limited psychological endurance.

However, it is not good to be too angry, which can easily hurt the body.

Fengjian suddenly thought of a way that might make her less angry.

So, Fengjian walked towards Sagiri.

Seeing Fengjian coming back, Sagiri was a little at a loss, just staring at him.

Just when Sagiri thought Fengjian was talking to her or carrying Chi Xian for her, Fengjian directly slapped Chi Xian in the face.

The sound of snap was very loud.

"Hey! What are you doing!" The fire in Sagiri's eyes was stronger than before.

What kind of person is this? He attacked a seriously injured person. He has no sense of public morality.

In response to Sagiri's questioning, Fengjian just pointed at Chi Xian behind her.

"You..."

"Uh... I... How can I do this." After Chi Xian saw clearly that he was lying on Sagiri, he ignored his own pain and quickly jumped down.

"Chi Xian, you finally woke up!" Sagiri hurriedly supported him to prevent him from falling.

"Miss, I'm fine. I made you worry." Chi Xian forced a smile.

"You really scared me to death. I thought you left like your father..." Sagiri didn't say anything, but lowered her head and sobbed softly.

"Miss, I promised my master that I would take care of you with all my heart.

Miss, you haven't married yet, how can this old slave go first." Chi Xian showed a loving smile.

"Oh! You...what are you talking about!" Sagiri pouted, and a blush flew across her cheeks.

"Haha...cough cough..." Because he pulled his wound with laughter, Chi Xian did a live version, and his laughter lasted only three seconds.

"Okay, let's go quickly, so that Kimura won't worry."

"Yes, yes, let's go back quickly." After Chi Xian agreed, he showed gratitude to Fengjian, "Thank you, Lord Fengjian this time, otherwise I would have died here.

I'm not afraid of going, but the young lady is still young.

Lord Fengjian, thank you so much."

After Chi Xian finished speaking, he wanted to bow to Fengjian, but was grabbed by Fengjian.

"Old man, thank you once is enough, don't keep it on your lips. I will definitely do what I promised you." Fengjian glanced at Sagiri, "Miss, you have no sense at all, and you don't support him, let's go back."

As soon as the voice fell, Fengjian turned around and left, without any intention of helping.

Looking at Fengjian's back, Sagiri had the urge to bite him, because Fengjian was too irritating.

"Miss, I can do it myself..."

"Let's go, I'll help you, let's go back." Sagiri helped Chi Xian and slowly followed Fengjian.

When the three walked out of the woods, a head popped out of the soil.

Middle-aged, long hair, small eyes.

Looking at the direction where Fengjian and the other two left, the small eyes blinked, and then looked around to confirm that there was no one here, and then the small eyes came out of the soil.

Like the tall and short ninja before, the small eyes also wore a grass ninja forehead protector.

The small eyes quickly came to the tall and short ninjas and confirmed that the two were no longer breathing. He shook his head helplessly, "Let you two be greedy for merit, and finally end up dying in a foreign land."

The small eyes took out two scrolls, put the bodies of the tall and short ninjas into the scrolls, and then turned around and left quickly.

There is a small town at the junction of the Land of Fire and the Land of Grass.

Xiaodouyan came to an inn, opened the door, came to a quilt, and gave the snoring guy a big slap.

This way of waking up is quite effective. The snoring stopped, and the sleeper sat up directly. When he saw Xiaodouyan, he was about to fall down again."Wu An, get up, let's go back to the village."

"What, go back to the village?" Wu An jumped up after lifting the quilt.

Wu An was not tall, even a little short, and looked to be in his teens.

"You heard it right, go back to the village." Xiaodouyan repeated again.

"Captain, why is this? Are we not going to carry out the mission?"

"Didn't you notice that there are two people missing?"

Wu An looked around and found that there were only two of them in the room.

"The intelligence of this mission is wrong. The other party has a senior ninja to protect them. The two of them have died here." Xiaodouyan picked up the small sunglasses on the table and handed them to Wu An, "Hurry up and pack up, let's go back to the village."

"Captain, what about the mission..." Wu An took the small sunglasses and asked sadly.

"Mission? How can life be more important? Besides, what kind of mission is this. Okay, hurry up and pack up." Xiaodouyan said, and turned to go out.

Wu An was a little distressed. After all, his companions who were still playing yesterday were separated by Yin and Yang today. It was a bit difficult for him to accept it.

After looking at the small sunglasses in his hand, Wu An put them on, but the small sunglasses slipped down again.

Wu An pushed the sunglasses up, and the small sunglasses fell down again.

This time Wu An did not push the sunglasses again, but became more and more yearning for the jonin.

At this time, Feng Jian was sitting in the carriage, closing his eyes to rest.

After returning with Sagiri and Chi Xian, Kimura found Chi Xian's injury, so he asked someone to bandage it simply, let Chi Xian lie on the carriage, and the caravan whipped forward.

The footsteps sounded in his ears.

Feng Jian opened his eyes and saw the little bald Takamiya peeking at him.

"Are you okay?"

"That... Lord Feng Jian, I..."

"Don't call me Lord, just call me Feng Jian." Feng Jian was very helpless. He had emphasized this issue several times when he returned to the caravan.

Unfortunately, the effect was not very good.

Takamiya scratched his bald head and smiled innocently, "Brother Fengjian, are you a ninja or a swordsman?"

Takamiya's question attracted the attention of many people, especially Sagiri and Kimura.

As for Chi Xian, it's not that he is not curious, but he has fallen asleep.

"Is there a difference?" Fengjian smiled slightly.

"Uh... there should be." Takamiya answered tentatively.

"Then tell me, what is the difference?"

"This... ninjas should be more powerful."

"Haha..." Hearing Takamiya's answer, Fengjian raised his head and laughed.

His smile made Takamiya laugh in a daze, and Sagiri and Kimura laughed inexplicably. Because in their cognition, it is recognized that ninjas are the most powerful in this continent.

After laughing, Kazama sat upright for a rare moment, "Little bald head, ninjas, samurai, swordsmen, including other sumo wrestlers, none of these people are the strongest, it just depends on who the opponent is.

For example, Mifune of the Iron Country, as a samurai, can easily kill ninjas; and ninjas can also kill samurai.

The same is true for swordsmen, who have also won and lost against ninjas and samurai.

So, it's not that ninjas are the strongest, it just depends on who the opponent is."

Takamiya nodded as if he understood, then blinked, "Then Lord Kazama..."

"What!"

"What about you, brother Kazama, are you a ninja or a swordsman?"

"As for me..." Kazama touched his chin, and after a little thought, "I should be considered a swordsman."