Does the wind have a shadow? The wind has no shadow.
Then..,
Does a person have a soul?
I stood with the people who watched my funeral,
Watching my corpse slowly being eaten piece by piece by the beast, I felt a sense of dread.
I finally realized that since I was dead..,
I could still see..,
I could hear..,
I could think..,
I could move.., sure enough, I used to float. Naturally, there must be a soul.
Then..,
What about after that, after a person only has a soul left?
I wouldn't want to go to heaven..,
Hell was very interested. But since my first seven souls had consciousness, until now, my bones have been excreted by those birds. Not to mention Shinigami, Black and White Impermanence..,
Even... In theory, if I have proved that people can become ghosts after death, then so many people have died in the Sand Hidden Village, it is absolutely impossible for me to be the only ghost. If people die for a long time, ghosts will eventually dissipate, but I am not the only one who has died in the past few days. Every year, when the weather was cold and the ground was frozen, a few of those old fellows with old wounds would die. This year, I saw the bodies of those who died in front of me, and I also saw the bodies of those who died behind me.
But where are their souls! Where are the souls of those bastards! Didn't we all say that they were people in the Sand Hidden and ghosts in the Sand Hidden! Everyone has been risking their lives for the village and the country since they were young.
How come when they died..,
It became only me?
Leaving me alone.
Maybe I should find a chance to float further away with the wind. First,
Since I can move; Second,
Ghosts also have their benefits. At least I can go to other ninja villages to see the jokes. Third, didn't it all write in ghost stories that living people and ghosts mixed together, it was always bad for the living.
So..,
I float, I float, I try my best to float.
But why is it that no matter how I float, I will be blown back to the village by the wind in the end? Wasn't it said that those who were brought by the wind would be taken away by the wind? Wasn't it said that those who were eaten by birds once would be able to reach the other side smoothly? Why do I have to stand here? Standing here without eating or drinking? Standing in front of those who are still alive? Do I have to watch with my own eyes … relatives, friends, subordinates, juniors, and all the people I know experience the passing of time one by one? Do I have to watch with my own eyes? Do I have to do nothing but reminisce? Do I have to watch with my own eyes?
Of course, as determined as I am, a ghost is a ghost. Moreover, the life of the living was not only sad and sorrowful. It was also good entertainment to be able to watch the younger generation get married, have children, and fall in love with each other. Maybe one day, I'll be in a good enough mood to scare one or two people? According to ghost stories, there was a high chance that a ghost would be seen by friends and relatives.
So the first thing I did was to shout in Marky's ear. My man had actually spent the most time with me, and was almost always there. However, it was a pity that the silly boy's vigilance as a ninja seemed to have been fed to a dog. He did what he should do, completely unaffected. But this wasn't unusual. As the leader of the squad who always rushed to the front line, the smell of blood on Marky's body was strong enough to suffocate ghosts, so it was natural for him to be immune to poison. Moreover, Marky wasn't a sensitive person. Although he was much better now, he was still stupid when he was a child. He only knew how to charge forward. If I let him keep running forward, he would run into quicksand and not turn around. I couldn't count how many times he was pulled out by me … Sigh, I really don't know if there will be anyone to protect him when he is stupid after I die.
Ah, speaking of being stupid. My son, Kankuro, was also a problem. What master taught what disciple. This silly boy followed Marky longer than me, but he didn't learn Marky's loyalty and ability to carry out orders. He was impulsive and couldn't withstand provocation. Well, Marky wasn't that aggressive, so maybe Kankuro was born like this? When he had just learned how to walk, his bad habit of kicking a rock when it rolled over left a deep impression on him. Of course, I also tried to possess one of Kankuro's puppets. It was like in ghost stories, cloth dolls were the easiest to be possessed by ghosts. If I was able to possess it, then I wouldn't have to worry about anything. But there was always a one in ten thousand chance. Just like when I wanted to pick up something, it was always in vain.
Well, thus, I even went to break into Temari's boudoir. It was a common trope in ghost stories, mirror, I had to try it. I just didn't know if sticking to the mirror like a ghost would count as a successful possession. Anyway, my silly daughter stood in front of the mirror and looked at her father's face. It took her a full 2 hours to put on makeup. Well, after her father died, girls always shed a few tears. I didn't like her crying at all, so I was glad that I slapped her when she wiped her tears over a dead rabbit when she was a child. At least this child didn't show any weakness in front of others … I was proud of her.
Finally, there was my Eero.
The Sand Hidden Village's Ichibi Force Of Human Column, my wife Sha Liu Luo and my last child, the younger brother of Temari and Kankuro, the Kazekage's Fifth Generation Eero.
Actually, I didn't want to look for my Eero, and I didn't expect him to discover my existence. However, my sense of responsibility as a Kazekage still forced me to return to my office.
I personally saw my Eero wearing a brand new Kazekage cloak, wearing the Sand Hidden Village's ancestral bamboo hat, sitting on my old chair, with his arms on my desk, using my pen and ink, flipping through the documents that only I could read. My heart ached — — I clearly told that idiot Marky many times that if anything happened to me, he should seize the opportunity and succeed the throne himself. The entire Sand Hidden Village's fighting force would be in his hands, and no one would object. But why did he still let my Eero come back? He even had the guts to fake my will and let me, Eero, become a Kazekage!
I couldn't have written such a will. How could I let a child who was close to Konoha, who obviously had a grudge against me and the Sand Hidden Village, who only thought about himself and never cared about his responsibilities, become an important Kazekage!
That kid only knew how to complain, complain about why he became a Force Of Human Column, complain that I was cruel to him, complain that the villagers were unfriendly, complain that he was innocent — — how could a son of a Kazekage be innocent!
He didn't even look at the Force Of Human Column of every Ninja Village that wasn't a Kage's family member. Didn't Bo Fung Watergate also make his son a Force Of Human Column? He didn't even think about why other Ninja Villages' Force Of Human Column were doing fine, but he was the only one who kept getting into trouble.
Yes, his physique wasn't suitable to be a Force Of Human Column, but at that time, he was already the most suitable person in the entire Sand Hidden Village. Yes, Sand Hidden Village didn't have a high-level sealing technique like Konoha, but other than Konoha, other Ninja Villages also made a Force Of Human Column! Other Ninja Villages' Force Of Human Column could overcome difficulties, why couldn't he? Wasn't it because he was too weak, too useless, and too disappointing?
So, let that damn kid stay in Konoha for the rest of his life and be protected by others. Anyway, he didn't feel that he had lost his dignity under someone else's roof. Wasn't that a good ending? Why did he have to come back?
Let the entire Sand Hidden Village be shamed.
Do I, Sand Hidden Village, have to be taken in by Konoha and serve Bo Fung Watergate like an ox or a horse? Do I have to bow and scrape under someone else's nose? Our Land of the Wind's environment isn't good, we lack food and clothing, and we have a large population, but do we have to be their lackeys and carry their shoes? Do we have to rely on the Fire Country to survive? Children of the Wind, if you lack something, go get it back! If you can't get it back now, then work hard. As long as you don't die, there will be a day when you can get it back, right? Why did you have to believe Bo Fung Watergate?
Peace, ah, peace?
How could a Shadow Society believe a Shadow's promise?
If I say I'm doing it for Sand Hidden Village, Bo Fung Watergate dares to say he's doing it for the Fire Country and the Land of the Wind. If I say I'm doing it for the benefits of the Land of the Wind, he dares to say he's doing it for the entire world. So, if it's necessary, for the sake of the entire world, what's there to hesitate about sacrificing a mere Sand Hidden Village?
There's nothing to hesitate about, but I don't want to. I don't like this possibility. I, Sand Hidden Village, don't need others to decide my fate.
Of course, I also know that there's a principle called the law of the jungle. This is how the world works. There's only one sun in the sky, and there won't be two kings on earth. It's not that the one who makes the decision is the one who gets decided. But the weak have the strength of the weak. Just like the ants in the desert, no matter who dies, they will still live on. Just like the scorpions in the desert, no matter how weak a creature is, as long as they don't admit defeat, surrender, or submit, they will always have a chance of survival. A scorpion's tail might not necessarily be unable to defeat the goshawk that feeds on it.
However, I really didn't expect that Sand Hidden Village would bow down so quickly. On the tenth day after my death, they just casually bowed down without any struggle.
Well, since it's something that's difficult for me to do, I don't expect Marky, who's already used to obeying and carrying out orders, to do well. I understand that it's very difficult for him, given the fact that I died so suddenly. But why, damn it, before bowing down, there wasn't even a final negotiation with Konoha and Naruto!
I couldn't help but raise my hand and give Eero a fierce slap. What a useless fool. But just like before, my hand passed through the new Kazekage's face, and even through the wall, like a gust of wind.
I'm dead, and the matters of the mortal world have nothing to do with me.
I'm already dead.
I wasn't assassinated, I didn't die in battle, I wasn't betrayed by a traitor, I wasn't bestowed wine by the Emperor, and I simply died of an illness. I didn't even die of a terminal illness, but rather a cold. Moreover, when he died, his body was not tortured in any way, and he did not need to be pitied even when he peed or pooped. After eating his daughter's cooking and having his son wash his feet, under the care of his most trusted subordinates, he felt comfortable, warm, and peaceful. Then, he stopped breathing in his sleep.
As a ninja, if I still can't close my eyes in satisfaction, then I'll look down on myself.
But as a member of the new Kazekage …
The wind blew past the walls made of rammed earth, rustling fiercely. It also blew past my soul in silence.
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