civilwarnovels Chapter 255 It's not the ideology's fault, it's just that we're too weak.
Chapter 255 It's not the ideology's fault, it's just that we're too weak.
Yahiko stood up and looked at the beam of light: "Lord Hanzo, are you helping me dispel the darkness?"
He closed his eyes again, feeling the sunlight, and felt a sense of comfort in his heart.
After a long silence, he finally spoke: "I used to believe that as long as I was sincere enough and worked hard enough, I could get everyone to sit down and have a proper talk. That's what Jiraiya-sensei taught me, and that's what I believed."
"But now I know that sincerity alone is not enough. Lord Hanzo was right—if you want others to listen to you, you have to have the power to get them to sit down."
Yahiko turned to look at his two companions, his gaze hardening once more, as if he had found his direction again.
"I'm not saying we should give up on communication. I still believe that people can understand each other. But—"
"Before that, we need to become strong enough. Strong enough that those people can't deceive us at will, strong enough that they have to sit down and listen to us."
He raised his head, gazing into the distance: "We must carry on Lord Hanzo's will and protect the Land of Rain. This is what we owe him."
Xiao Nan looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.
The confident Yahiko is back.
Although he was still covered in mud and blood, although his eyes were still red, and although his voice was still trembling—he had indeed returned.
"Let's go together," Xiao Nan said.
Yahiko nodded and looked at Nagato.
Nagato was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, together."
Yahiko smiled again. It wasn't that he had forgotten his sadness, but rather that he had suppressed all the pain in his heart and transformed it into motivation to move forward.
After the smile faded, he became serious again. At that moment, he seemed to have truly grown up, and his thinking was clearer than ever before.
"Let's return to Dawn City first, rest for a while, and then head to Amegakure. With Lord Hanzo gone, Amegakure is bound to be in chaos. We need to stabilize the Land of Rain before anyone else gets involved."
Konan frowned slightly: "But... will the people of Amegakure listen to us?"
"No," Yahiko said calmly, "but we have Lord Hanzo's will. As long as we don't give up, they will accept it one day. Besides, we can ask for help."
"The Three Kingdoms Alliance. Lord Hanzo is a member of the alliance, and the alliance will not stand idly by while he dies. Lord Kakuzu may be sharp-tongued, but he is a man of his word. And there's also Strategist Shiraki—"
He paused here. Although he had never met the strategist Bai Mu, he knew that the other party was a very powerful person. If he could help, he would definitely be able to reverse the decline of the Rain Kingdom.
Yahiko said, "If we can get their support, we can rightfully take over the Land of Rain."
Then, the rain stopped.
The clouds parted completely, and large swaths of sunlight fell, shining on the wet ground and causing a thin layer of mist to rise.
Such sunny days were very rare in the former land of rain.
Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato took one last look at the tombstone before turning and leaving.
The shadows of the three people were stretched long by the sunlight, casting long shadows on the muddy road like three straight railway tracks, stretching into the unseen distance.
Behind me, the inscription on the tombstone gleamed faintly in the sunlight.
"The Tomb of Hanzo, the Half-God of the Land of Rain."
As the wind rustled through the trees, it sounded like the world bidding him its final farewell.
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On the other side, at the border of the Land of Hot Springs, lies a battlefield.
The flames of war had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and blood.
After the Seven-Tails left, the sky once again revealed its gray-white face. Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the ravaged earth, casting shadows of varying depths.
Nanshi knelt on one knee behind a shattered boulder, a white bandage wrapped around his chest, soaked with blood.
This is a knife wound; clearly, he was defeated again in his battle against the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki.
But he was defeated not by his swordsmanship, but by the overwhelming difference in strength.
He lowered his head, took out another bundle of bandages, wrapped it around twice, and tightened it tightly.
The ninjas of the Blade Clan are cleaning up the battlefield.
They moved among the corpses, carrying out the remains of their companions and allies one by one and gently placing them on the cart.
Some people knelt on the ground, gently wiping the dust from their companions' faces with their hands; others took off their coats and covered the already stiff corpses.
At the beginning of the battle, the three-nation alliance did have the upper hand, but soon, the ninja forces of Kumogakure gradually recovered, and after realizing that they could not escape, they began a desperate counterattack.
Due to the disparity in numbers, coupled with the opponent's suicidal tactics, Daodao's losses were exceptionally heavy.
In the end, they had no choice but to stop the pursuit and let the other ninjas go.
They are currently cleaning up the battlefield and organizing their equipment. We need to take all the ninjas and comrades from their village back. As for the remaining corpses, we will naturally throw them all into the wormhole.
"Lord Nan, a total of three hundred and seventy-one bodies have been collected..."
They brought five hundred members of the Swordsman Clan, each with Chunin-level strength, practically half of the elite Swordsman Clan's ranks. The Hidden Hot Spring Village sent one hundred men, but more than half of them fell to the ground.
So once a war breaks out, there are no winners, only losers!
The man stood up and suddenly saw the body of a boy in the distance. It was a student he had taught, a classmate of his disciple. Although the boy was a bit slow-witted, he was hardworking and diligent.
But now he's dying here with his eyes open, probably trying to remember what his enemy looks like.
Nan Shi stepped forward, squatted down, and reached out to close his eyes.
"Write down his name and give it to his family when you get back."
"Yes."
On the other side, Shiraizuki placed Hideyoshi's body on a flat stone and tidied his face.
His head has been recovered, and she carefully attached it to his body with strips of cloth, but she tried several times and couldn't get them to fit together perfectly.
At this moment, Nanshi stepped forward and said, "If only Lord Kakuzu were here, his black lines would be perfect for grooming and mending wounds."
Hearing this, Zi Ling stopped struggling, after all, the person was already dead.
"Are you worried that the Lord will be sad?" Nanshi asked again.
Zi Ling nodded: "A little. But I'm more worried about how their families will accept it."
Nan Shi didn't speak. He turned to look at the neatly arranged carts in the distance, one after another, covered with white cloth.
"The people of the ninja world aren't as fragile as you think. Perhaps they already know the answer in their hearts." Nan Shi turned her head again: "The body has been prepared. Let's go back."
"Um."
As Ziling nodded, the carts lined up one after another, and the ninjas pushed them slowly toward the direction of Tang Ninja Village.