But humans are still unable to eliminate hunger.
December 22, 61 Konoha
Land of the Wind,
No Wind
National Capital Central Palace,
"So,
I, Eero, am back. It's good that you're back,
I'm really thankful that someone is willing to take over the mess in the Sand Hidden. Oh, young,
Force Of Human Column? Go and make it clear to the ministers,
Don't talk to me about being young,
Force Of Human Column,
As long as he has a good relationship with Konoha. It's important to know one's own limits,
You have to know what we are. No matter how many silver, iron, gold, and gems there are in the sand, as long as Konoha doesn't agree with us and imposes a food embargo on us,
Whoever has the ability to snatch food from Bo Fung Watergate can go. If they can't, I'll drag whoever out and cook them and feed them to so many mouths in the country! " After the King of the Land of the Wind, who had not appeared for a long time, finished a few long sentences, closed his eyes slightly and panted. He waved his hand to dismiss the servant who came to pass on the message, and continued to gnaw on the chicken wing in his mouth. Then he gnawed and gnawed,
The more he gnawed, the hungrier he became. It was as if the food in his stomach was not digested by stomach acid, but by rolling red magma. No matter how much he stuffed in, it would instantly turn to ashes.
This made the King, who was piled up by fat, want to kick over the table, draw his sword, and cut the curtain to listen to the "Ping Ping Pang Pang" sound. But he was already panting again just thinking about it. So,
In the end, he just sighed in his heart,
He didn't like the day.
He had to do things during the day,
He had to see people during the day,
He had to use his brain to think during the day. He used to like to do things. When he wasn't so fat, he also liked to discuss with his officials. When he wasn't so fat, he used to be agile, and that was when he wasn't so fat. But now, he only envied the little King of the Fire Country, his cute little daughter's little husband, his little son-in-law. That happy child had always been able to enjoy life without doing anything. As for him, as long as he was alive, he had to worry that if he didn't handle things well, the people would starve and the country would be destroyed.
As long as the people could pay their taxes, he didn't care about anything else. Starvation wouldn't affect him. However, if the country was destroyed, others might be fine, but it would be difficult for him, the monarch, to survive.
He really did not want to die. As long as he thought of his wall, the row of gilded and carved railings from the Country of Iron was still faintly discernible in the sand. At the bottom of the bathhouse, the exquisite tiles from the Country of Water were broken and dark chapped. In the garden, the enchanting vines from the Country of Fire were almost turned into specimens due to the drying and weathering of the fountain. There was also the gem-inlaid poetry collection from the Country of Clouds. He didn't know when it had completely disappeared. This vast mansion always inadvertently told him how prosperous and powerful his country was. At the very least, among the five Great Countries, only their Sand Country's King's Manor dared to be called a "palace". This place had been a palace for a very long time.
It was a pity that the last person to enjoy such an honor was his grandfather. As for why? Since 60 years ago, that ninja called Senju Hashirama sealed the nine Bijuu and held the first Five Kage Tournament in the newly established Konoha, he even distributed the Bijuu to the five countries that had Ninja Villages, no, to the five Ninja Villages …
The fat monarch stopped eating. He refused to accept it, really refused to accept it. He refused to accept it since he was still small and thin. He didn't understand. The Ninja Villages were obviously supported by the country, and they were only a part of the country's combat power. The country should have the ability and means to control them. But why did his grandfather and the other monarchs allow a few ninjas to hold a meeting to decide the fate of the entire country? Why did his father allow the Sand Hidden to endlessly demand from the country? Until he really saw what the Force Of Human Column was, and what a Bijuu was.
Ninjas were so powerful, so powerful that they could destroy the world. The bloodstains were also mysterious, so mysterious that they could topple the mountains and overturn the seas. But even so, ninjas were still humans, flesh and blood. They would get old, get sick, and die … Even if they couldn't be destroyed, they could still wait for them to die. For example, the Four Generations Kazekage, who died a few days ago. But even if the Force Of Human Column died, the Bijuu was still there. As long as someone came to be the Force Of Human Column.
But fortunately, how could an inhuman existence like the Force Of Human Column be something that just anyone could do?
So, only by living can you wait for an opportunity. If you die, there will be nothing left.
"Hahaha." The fat monarch of the Land of the Wind couldn't help but laugh when he thought of his endless future. He laughed until the fat all over his body was trembling, and he was still gasping for breath. But he still walked down the throne with the help of two slender beauties under his armpits, returned to the inner room, and stood in front of a glass mirror. With the help of the chamberlain, he took off his luxurious robe and looked at his ugly chest, which was like a sow. That place was now plump and deathly pale, but he knew that as long as someone willed it, a string of ink black handwriting would appear there, faintly emitting a golden light — his second shackle, the protection of the great Golden Flash. "Men! I want to take a bath and change my clothes. Bring me my robe with rusty gold thread and embedded with rubies. Today is a good day, I want to be grand. Yes, grand. "
Grand is the only way to match a long-awaited funeral.
Still in Konoha, December 22, 61
Sand Hidden Village, Afterglow
I, Eero, love the funeral of the Land of the Wind.
First of all, the tightly wrapped precious white blanket was unwrapped. Next, everyone stood far away, forming a large half circle. Finally, everyone stood there with their hands by their sides, solemnly raising their heads and waiting. When the sky gradually darkened, a faint whistling sound could be heard from above. One could see the overlords of the sky in the vast desert, spreading their large feathered wings, as if a hornet's nest had been poked. They swarmed towards the precious white blanket, pecking and swallowing until not even a bone was left behind. Then, they left like a swarm of bees. When alive, they fed on wild beasts, and when dead, they returned their flesh and blood to them. This way, no one would owe anyone anything, and they could go to the world after death without any debt.
So, Eero didn't like the funeral in front of him even more. In his mind, such a beautiful ceremony should only use the corpses of noble women, heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country, elders with noble morals, beloved leaders ….
As for the Kazekage?
When the sandstorm came, those who didn't drink the blood of others would die of thirst, so they drank the blood of their wives and children. When the sandstorm came, drinking the blood of their wives and children would allow most people to survive, but those who sacrificed their wives and children along with themselves ….
Also, because they expected to get lost in the sandstorm and many people would die of thirst, they made their wives and children into drinks and dried meat and hung them around their waist before leaving.
How could they all be human?
"I, Eero, where are you going?"
I, Eero, moved his ears and ignored the soft voice behind him, even if it was his sister who dared to stand on the opposite side of justice in a life and death situation.
"I, Eero, the funeral isn't over yet."
I, Eero, didn't look back. Even if the voice came from his nominal teacher, the current commander of the Sand Hidden Army, the most important right-hand man of the Four Generations Kazekage, and the "second person" in the village, Jonin Maki.
"I, Eero!"
"I, Eero!!"
…
I, Eero, actually had a slight headache. He wanted to block out all the noise, but in the end, the other voice still slowly drilled into his ears like a needle. The voice was old and long-winded, but firm, "I, Eero, will be announcing my will in a while. If you are not present, it will be troublesome if you or someone else disagrees with the contents of the will."
"Then let's do it now." I, Eero, wasn't afraid of trouble. He always thought that he was more troublesome than trouble. But for some reason, he couldn't refuse the Sandaime Naruto. It was like he didn't want to go back to the Sand Hidden, but he still came back. "Then let's do it now."
"The funeral isn't over yet." I, Eero, stopped, but Maki, who I, Eero was staring at, still didn't thank the former Naruto who came uninvited. "This is your father's funeral, I, Eero."
I, Eero, tilted his head as if he thought of something. He touched his trouser pocket, took out a palm-sized aluminum can, shook it, and sprayed it on his hair.
Maki couldn't understand this sudden action. He could only move closer to Eero's ear and suppress his growl. He had prepared a lot of things to say. Although he really didn't want to say these things in front of others, ever since I, Eero, went to Konoha, the various grudges between father and son … Anyway, everyone knew about it.
"I, Eero, your father was a Kazekage. To be honest, he didn't do anything wrong. I've always thought so. You're not a child anymore. Please think about it rationally. If you were in your father's position, how many choices would you have? Of course, your father's decision did hurt many people, but someone had to be sacrificed. Isn't it the same in Konoha? It's all for everyone. "
I, Eero, didn't refute. He tilted his head again, then took out a cotton swab from his sleeve and stuck it in his ear.
Maki could probably understand this time. The child didn't want to hear it. But understanding made this serious ninja even more intolerable than not understanding. He knew that the child's personality would change after staying outside for a long time. The people who came back from Konoha also reported that their Force Of Human Column was becoming more and more like a normal person every day. But this normal person … Forget it, it was better than seeing blood at the slightest disagreement.
In the end, Maki gave up correcting Eero and continued his persuasion. "Besides, your father is already trying his best to make up for it. It's just that he didn't have time to tell you a lot of things. In short, let the past go with the wind. To be honest, you can't ask a person from the past to stand in the future and make decisions for the past. Before the future comes, no one knows whether they're doing the right thing or not. At least you're doing well now. I think you should be able to understand … Didn't you also accept the gifts and specialties from your hometown that your father sent you? "
If throwing the gifts directly on his bed counted as accepting them. I, Eero, didn't want to listen to Maki's roundabout words. To be honest, he didn't even understand the concept of "present, past, and future." Therefore, no matter how long Maki had prepared his grand theory, the theory of the "Slasher Gang" would only have one effect, and that was hypnosis.
But Maki didn't want to give up so easily. "And you enjoyed the food quite a lot. Hey, Naruto can testify."
I, Eero, really wanted to say that it was because the "secondary packaging" technology of Konoha's Black Ops was really terrible. Dried sandbags and salted beef tongues, which were dried by the wind, would easily spoil after being exposed to the humid air in the forest for a long time. It was a shame to waste them!
But if I didn't say it in time, Maki would definitely continue. "The beef tongues are fine, but those chewy bird sandbags, you know how difficult it is to catch the birds in the Land of the Wind. Your father personally pulled them down from the sky one by one for you. He has old injuries all over his body, and when the wind blows, he feels pain in his bones. "
However, I, Eero, wasn't moved as Maki thought. He didn't even feel anything. He just silently took out a small handkerchief, moved the gourd on his back to his front, blew on it a few times, and carefully wiped it. He suddenly remembered that when he was spraying the gel, he seemed to have accidentally affected his little friend. The climate in the Land of the Wind was so dry. If he didn't wipe it quickly, he might not be able to wipe it off in the future.
"I, Eero."
I, Eero, looked at the smooth gourd with a satisfied expression.
"I, Eero!"
"I'm sleepy."
Markey sighed. In the tense atmosphere of the people around him, Temari and Kankuro pulled on one of their sleeves and pulled Gaara. "You won't lose control because you're asleep anymore. I, Eero, this is your father's funeral. "
"Yes, yes, don't worry, everyone, please believe that Konoha inherited a powerful seal from the Land of Whirlpools. Now the Force Of Human Column seal is complete and strong. Even if I, Eero, fainted, Ichibi won't go berserk." Sarutobi hurriedly added, "But it's normal for teenagers to be sleepy early. I remember when I was your age, I couldn't stay up late. Sigh, if I could sleep more at that time, maybe I wouldn't have gotten the nickname of Little Monkey because I didn't grow very tall."
It's a pity that old Naruto's Konoha Secret Technique – Atmosphere Change is a bit unaccustomed to the sand. Maki didn't let it go so easily. "Sandaime Naruto, please have some self-respect."
Sarutobi was a little embarrassed. He took a puff of his cigarette and became even more embarrassed. It's not something that should be done at a funeral. However, when he took a look at the representative of the Sand Country... he felt a little more at ease.
He didn't know who the representative of the Roshan Country was, but looking at the way he and his entourage ate, he could be considered a trusted aide. But … Maki clenched his fists. Sandaime Naruto didn't care, because it wasn't the Fourth Generation Naruto who died. Eero didn't care, because it was them who wronged the child first. But how could the people of the Land of the Wind attend the funeral of a Kazekage with such a nonchalant expression? Without the Sand Country and the Kazekage sacrificing themselves for the country, those country's parasites wouldn't be alive to eat now!
Maki couldn't accept it. He followed the Kazekage since he was a child. After all these years, he admitted that the man was a failure in his life, but he was loyal to the country all his life. Even if he didn't make any contributions, he should at least have worked hard. Why didn't they even give him a complete funeral? Why didn't they give him the last bit of dignity?
Well, they weren't here to mourn the deceased. They just wanted to confirm with their own eyes whether the new Kazekage was in the interest of the Land of the Wind and the King, and whether it was in the interest of the Fire Country and Konoha. In other words, they wanted to see whether the stinky and stubborn Kazekage had caused any more trouble before he died. For example, he chose someone other than me, Eero.
Yes, I'm Eero, the Fifth Generation Kazekage chosen by Naruto of Konoha for the Sand Country.
Maki sighed secretly. In the end, reason prevailed over humiliation, and he even gave up on himself. He handed the white envelope to me, Eero.
I'm Eero tore open the envelope, glanced at it, and put it back together with the letter. "Pass it to everyone who needs to see it. I'll see you in the office tomorrow morning. I hope the backlog of documents in Sand Country won't be as large as in Konoha."
Maki opened his mouth and looked at me, Eero's strong figure disappearing into the night of the hidden village. He felt that he might be a failure for the rest of his life.
"It seems that there won't be any more unexpected situations." Sarutobi was finally relieved when he saw me, Eero's decisive appearance. He was actually prepared to spend the new year in Sand Hidden. "Don't worry, I'm Eero. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't join Konoha, Watergate even wanted him to be the Fifth Generation Naruto candidate."
Maki didn't know how to reply to old Naruto. A Kazekage close to a foreign country. Although since joining Konoha, Sand Country has been doing well, whether it's supplies, medical treatment, or missions, everything is good. It's just …
"Don't worry, Maki." Sarutobi patted the loyal Jounin on the back, then put the pipe back into his belt and straightened up a little. "I, Eero, know what I have to do."
Maki could only clench his fists. He couldn't disrespect the old fire of Konoha. It was already a great honor that he was willing to come. Now, he just said a few more words that didn't match his status. What could he do? What was brought by the wind will eventually be taken away by the wind. He could only silently wish his Kazekage a safe journey.
The wind was really a good message.
…
December 23, 61 Konoha.
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