The next morning, when the sky was still bright, Cold Wind and his brother were rudely awakened by Moonlight Hoshino.
"Dad, it's still early for school."
Cold Wind looked at the time. It was only a little over five o 'clock. He immediately collapsed.
Last night, after Cold Wind had upgraded his Chakra Refinement Technique to perfection, he refined Chakra for half an hour. Then, he practiced the Body Activation Forbidden Technique, using Chakra to stimulate the activity of the muscle cells. The stimulation process required strict control of Chakra, so Cold Wind's spirit was highly strung. At eleven o 'clock at night, his spirit and willpower could no longer bear the burden and he fell asleep in exhaustion.
"We're not going to school."
Moonlight and Hoshino were wearing black long-sleeved shirts. With a serious face, they handed over two shirts of the same color and style but smaller in size. They said in a serious voice, "Cold Wind, Strong Wind, get up quickly!"
"Alright."
Although Cold Wind did not know what was going on, it seemed to be a big deal. He did not dare to be naughty, so he took the clothes and put them on.
Gale closed his eyes the whole time. He dressed and washed up in a daze as if he was sleepwalking. When he woke up, he was already outside with a rice ball in his hand.
"Brother, where am I?"
Gale stuffed the rice ball into his mouth and chewed. He rubbed his eyes and looked curiously at the dozens of people in front of him. "What are you all doing up so early?"
"To attend … the funeral!"
Cold Wind said softly.
At this time, a group of Moonlight Clan members in black had gathered in front of Cold Wind's house. There were about fifty to sixty people, men and women, old and young, including Moonlight Well, Moonlight Pine, and Moonlight Cool Wind. All of them looked sad.
Cold Wind was not stupid. He did not need to guess to know what they were going to do.
"Let's go."
Moonlight Hoshino sighed and led the way to Wood Leaf Martyr's Cemetery. The rest of the Moonlight Clan followed him and left in a mighty manner.
Cold Wind and Gale followed behind Huizi. The atmosphere was very tense. Even Cold Wind and Gale had no desire to talk.
At 6: 30, the group finally arrived at the Martyrs' Cemetery. At this time, Naruto Sarutobi, Utatane Utatane, Homura Mitokado, and even Danzō Shimura were already in the cemetery. There were several Anbu wearing white masks, as well as the Uchiha who were maintaining order. The bodies of 132 ninjas were lying peacefully in open coffins for their loved ones.
Cold Wind followed the crowd. First, he observed a moment of silence for the sacrificed clansmen. Then, he lined up to offer flowers to the dead clansmen. Finally, he stood respectfully to the side, quietly waiting for the time of burial.
Of course, Cold Wind's eyes were not idle. He looked around. There were almost a thousand people who had come to offer their condolences. At this time, they were saying their final goodbyes to their loved ones. Many of them were kneeling on the ground and crying.
Then, Cold Wind's eyes naturally fell on Sarutobi.
This thin man was wearing a Naruto robe. His back was straight, and he had black hair. There were no wrinkles on his face, and there were no age spots on his face. His eyes were like electricity, and there was a hint of anger in his sadness. He didn't look old at all.
Standing next to him were Utatane Utatane and Homura Mitokado … Cold Wind directly passed them.
Then, Cold Wind's eyes fell on Danzō Shimura.
Danzo was standing behind Sarutobi, his whole body was exuding a gloomy aura, which made people shudder.
At this time, Danzō was bowing his head in silence, but his hands were on his chest, giving people an indescribable sense of strength.
Cold Wind's eyes fell on Danzō's head. The bandage wrapped around his right eye. He guessed that he should have transplanted the Sharingan at this time. As for his right hand, it wasn't wrapped by the bandage. His hand was still his own.
Cold Wind didn't dare to look at it and turned his eyes to the others.
Well?
Orochi Maru?!
Caught off guard, Cold Wind's heart was beating like a drum. He was about to look away, but Orochi Maru seemed to feel Cold Wind's gaze, and his golden eyes were already looking at him.
When the two looked at each other, Cold Wind's heart beat faster, but Orochi Maru seemed to have forgotten about him. He just glanced at him and then looked away.
Cold Wind swallowed his saliva and continued to look. He saw Inoichi Yamanaka, Choza Akimichi, and Shihisa Nara standing together. Because there were no ninjas from the three major clans, the Ino-Shika-Cho clan sent these three representatives for the funeral.
Then Cold Wind saw the representatives of the Aburame clan and the Inuzuka clan. Looking back, Cold Wind's eyelids suddenly jumped.
A touch of gold and a touch of red suddenly reflected in his pupils.
Po Shui Mun and Uzumaki Shinna Kushina?!
Cold Wind took a breath and subconsciously wanted to throw two harvesting techniques.
But on second thought, at such a long distance, not to mention whether or not he could collect the Kunai, even if he could, if he collected it, he would regret it to death.
Po Shui Mun's Rasengan, Sage Mode, Flying Thunder God, and Shinna Kushina's various powerful and abnormal seals, these are all things that he can't ask for, he has to do it!
As for how to get in touch with them, Cold Wind thought for a long time and didn't have any idea, he could only wait and see.
About half an hour later, the atmosphere at the scene gradually calmed down, so Sarutobi slowly walked in front of everyone and announced the burial.
The tombstone of each ninja who died has been made, in addition to recording the life of the deceased, there were also glorious deeds of sacrifice for the village.
Under Cold Wind's reluctant eyes, 132 coffins were buried in the ground.
Then Sarutobi gave a speech about the will of fire, emphasizing that the sacrifice of their companions will not be in vain, their will of fire will be inherited and will never be extinguished. Then he said that their hatred will be avenged, and the Sand will pay a painful price!
Cold Wind stood in the crowd and watched Sarutobi's speech. To be honest, Sarutobi's speech really made his blood boil. For a moment, he wanted to burn himself to illuminate others, and for a moment, he wanted to go to the front line and kill the Sand Ninjas to avenge his companions.
But fortunately, Cold Wind was a strong-willed person, he kept repeating his dream in his heart and finally suppressed the restlessness in his heart.
"Brother, I'm hungry."
The younger brother standing next to Cold Wind suddenly pulled his hand and whispered pitifully.
The two brothers only ate a rice ball when they went out. Then, they walked for more than an hour and stood for another two hours. Gale was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back.
Han Feng had no choice but to say in a low voice, "Hold on a little longer, it will be over soon."
"Oh."
Gale saw that his brother couldn't do anything, so he could only endure.
Naruto's speech lasted about an hour and a half, the younger brother was starving, and finally it was over.
Gale was crying.
"Let's go home."
Keiko saw Gale's appearance and said: "Gale, don't be too sad, the uncles in the sky must not want to see you crying."
"Keiko aunt, it's not like that, that, that …"
Gale's face was red, he didn't know what to say.
"Mom, let's go home, we're starving." Cold Wind whispered.
Keiko was startled, she looked at Gale's face and suddenly realized something, she couldn't help but stare fiercely at Cold Wind.
Han Feng had an innocent look on his face. Are you blaming me?
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