Betrayal Has a Terrible Start.

As for an organization like Akatsuki that was born for peace, Yahiko felt that his actions became ridiculous.

At first he thought that Hanzo didn't understand Akatsuki's purpose, rather it was because Hanzo used to be such a person, but because he was desperate again and again, his hands were stained with blood, and he lost his original self in the battle.

In this filthy world, become less and less like yourself.

Hanzo wants to get back to his former self.

A ninja who fights for the village, for the country, for his relatives, for his companions, and even for himself.

Not because he bears the daunting title of demigod, but because he is the leader of Yuyin.

In the weeping country of the Rain Country, the only ninja who can wrestle with a big country.

From this battle, he not only understood what the enemy wanted, but also understood the mission he wanted to carry out.

So, it's his own battle.

The mission and honor of the ninja are to be spoken by fighting, and to be eulogized by the meaning of life and death.

Hanzo patted Yahiko on the shoulder, and stood in front of Akatsuki. His old and scarred body had already reached its limit. His legs trembled a little when he walked, and he faced many enemies bravely and fearlessly, with a calm expression on his face.

"Lord Hanzo!"

It was not Yahiko who shouted this sentence, but Nagato. He wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything in the end.

There are some lonely old figures in the heavy rain, tall and straight and bleak.

Hearing Nagato's voice, Hanzo's body paused and continued to walk forward.

With a leap, he jumped onto the highest rock in the ruins, where he had a wide view and could see all the enemies. Similarly, the enemies could attack him at any time.

But after experiencing the previous scene, surrounded by nearly a thousand ninjas, none of them dared to take a step forward.

A cruel fact, they have to admit that their hearts have been invaded by fear.

Orochimaru stood there clutching his twisted arm, raised his head and looked at Hanzo stubbornly, with a complex and unwilling expression on his face, and also a sense of joy of fulfilling his ambition.

Huitu was panting there, protected by many rock ninjas, the wound on his forehead had been hemostasis, but his left eye could never be opened.

Chiyo is an old acquaintance with Hanzo. It is second to destroy all the puppets of the Chimatsu ten people. There is a complete drawing of the Chimatsu ten people puppets in Sand Hidden Village, which can be recreated. With her puppet technology level, it will not take long. Can be successfully imitated, not even weaker than the original.

The most regrettable thing is the loss of an arm, so he is full of hatred for Hanzo.

But seeing the figure of Hanzo standing on the broken ruins, his face was old, his body was exposed to the heavy rain and he had to rely on his sickle to prop himself up on the ground to barely stand firm.

The legend of the demigods is over.

This thought came to her mind.

While full of hatred, there is also sadness and lamentation.

But she still feels that this is a just war.

At least for Sand Yin, Konoha, and Rock Hidden, it is a just war.

"There has always been a doubt in the old man's heart, and until now there is no accurate answer..."

Hanzo glanced at the ninjas of Konoha, Sagakure, and Iwagakure. His voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly in everyone's ears.

Those ninjas who are not belonging to Yuyin who stare at Hanzo have different eyes, hatred, hatred, fear...

It was raining, and the atmosphere was depressing and dull.

Only the sound of rain echoed in my ears, other than that, there was no other noise.

"The old man has been looking for a way to stop the war since he was young. With the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of a young man, he thought he could change the world. As a result, the world changed the old man's life, and he became less and less like himself... "

Hanzo narrated the past in a soft voice, not impassioned words, but very expressive.

"Even if I beheaded thousands of enemies, the endless chain of wars will continue, and the pain will only bring more pain. This village, this country, this world, ninjas... are alive What is the meaning of it? The old man has been thinking about this question."

Looking at the faces of the ninjas who claimed to be great nations, Hanzo's eyes showed a trace of bewilderment.

Immediately afterwards, his face became agitated, he took a step forward, threw the sickle used to support his body, and threw it on the ground with a bang, his hands were open, his eyes were sharp like a blade, piercing people's hearts:

"It was your big country that was crying, and it was also our small country. Tell me loudly, you who claim to be big and strong, what achievements are you proud of at the end of this war? What is the meaning of your existence as ninjas? What is it?"

Facing Hanzo's questioning, no one answered, and they couldn't answer this question.

In this era of disregarding human life, ninjas don't think about the philosophy of life. For most of them, it is just a blade used to kill people.

"From your standpoint, this old man has no right to criticize you. The law of nature is the law of nature. But as an elder, this old man has to teach a truth, the meaning of the existence of ninjas—"

Hanzo's body seemed to be returning to the light, rosy with qi and blood, and the remaining chakra in his body also burst out violently, standing at the wind vent on the ruins, without moving at all.

"The value of a ninja...is fighting! Fighting! Fighting non-stop! There will be nothing left but fighting!"

This time he is no longer fighting for peace, but for himself, as a real ninja.

It is precisely because I have seen too much that I understand the indifference and cruelty of this world better.

This troubled world is already hopeless.

Peace is self-deception, self-numbing, hypocritical rhetoric that makes oneself stupid and cowardly.

As long as there are humans, the war will never end.

Holding the kunai in his hand, Hanzo's body swooped down from the tall rock, plucking the gust of wind, lightning flashed and thunder thundered in the sky, and the wind and rain blew up.