During the Warring States Period, the warlords divided the country, attacked endlessly, and fought endlessly. The people were displaced and the people were in dire straits. This was a chaotic world, but it was also a world of great change that could change the structure of the world. Ninjas, a group of civilian mercenaries who mastered chakra technology and took war as their profession, began to replace the warriors who led the war among the nobles and stepped onto the historical stage of the Warring States Period.
In the eastern part of the Warring States Continent, there was a remote small mountain village, but it had a rare peace and serenity in this era. One night, the stars were twinkling. Suddenly, a fireball streaked across the distant horizon and landed in the mountains outside the village. With a rumble, the sky brightened. Dogs barked everywhere in the village, and people were noisy. Perhaps something extraordinary was left behind in this world.
" System landing successful, scanning…"
" Scanning complete. Humanoid intelligent creature found. Searching for infant…"
" Infant found successfully. System 11345 attaching…"
" Connection complete. Beginning memory scan…"
" Memory scanning complete. Memory storage. Beginning memory printing and attachment..."
" Memory printing complete. Beginning memory personality coverage..."
" Memory personality coverage successful. Memory knowledge base activated. Five seconds later, personality activated. System hibernating…"
"Five, four, three, two, one, personality activated!”
"Who am I? Bear Saburo, no! I'm a transmigrator!"
It had been three days since the meteor fell, but the topic of the meteor's fall was still passed down by word of mouth among the villagers. However, there was another matter that attracted more heated discussion among the villagers.
"Fukusuke, do you think the village chief's Saburo will go over?”In the fields outside the village, two short villagers in ragged clothes were plowing the fields while chatting.
"It's been three days since he slept. The little guy from the village chief's house shouldn't be able to get up, right? Oh, Yasaburo, don't slack off while you're talking.”A slightly older villager with a hunched back pulled the plow and shouted.
"I heard from Hirajimaru at the village entrance that two masters from Fenglai Temple have come. They should be able to save her, right? The masters of Fenglai Temple are really capable!”Yasaburo was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was the most energetic and curious Nian Yue, so she told him the gossip he had heard from others.
"The master of Fenglai Temple has come to the village. We have to finish plowing the fields as soon as possible. I beg the master to pray for my family's Sunnosuke so that my family's Sunnosuke will be safe.”When Fukusuke heard this, he seemed to be even more energetic. He buried his head and pulled the plow forward with all his strength. His thin body seemed to be able to burst out with extraordinary strength.
On the other side, outside a slightly larger house in a village at the foot of the mountain, the village chief, Xiong Fu Zuo, frowned. He humbly asked the two monks in gray robes in front of him,"Venerable One, how is my San Lang? Can you still wake up?"
The two monks looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Then, they said to Xiong Fu's left guard,""Please forgive us, benefactor. Our abilities are too weak to see what illness your son has. Perhaps our master, Master Yuan Hui, can see it.”
When the two monks said this, their faces turned slightly red. The two of them were usually complacent in the temple. They thought that this was just a small illness like in the past and could be easily dealt with. They did not expect to fall so badly in this small village that they could not even see the illness. They bowed to the village chief and did not say anything. They walked out of the village quietly. In the blink of an eye, they were gone.
Xiong Fu's Left Guard bowed and returned the greeting. He did not try to persuade the two monks to stay and allowed them to leave. In the Warring States Period, life was unpredictable. He had seen corpses on the battlefield, and he had also seen starving people in famine. Human lives were just grass in a chaotic world and were not worth mentioning. However, the one lying on the tatami was his son. His eyes reddened slightly as he sighed and prepared for his youngest son's funeral.
Inside the house, a four or five-year-old child lying on the tatami mat suddenly turned red, and his hands and feet began to tremble. After a while, Xiong Fu, who was outside the house, heard the noise and rushed back into the house. When he saw his son in this state, his expression immediately changed. He quickly walked forward and hugged San Lang tightly in his arms, wanting to cry but no tears came out.
Jiro, who was practicing with his saber outside the house, heard the sad hiss coming from inside the house. He also secretly leaned against the door frame and looked at his father, who was holding Sanlang and growling. He was at a loss. After a while, San Lang's trembling seemed to have stopped.
In his daze, San Lang seemed to hear someone calling his name. The voice was far and near, and someone was gently caressing his face. This touch made people feel very warm, but also very unfamiliar. The rough calluses rubbed against his face, matte pain reminded him of his father.
"Wait, Father!" San Lang suddenly opened his eyes and shouted out the words in his heart. His vision was blurry and slowly became clear. An old man who seemed to be in his fifties was hugging him and smiling. Behind this old man was a little boy who was about ten years old. He was holding a wooden knife and laughing.
Gradually, he shook his head, as if the buzzing in his ears had disappeared. He heard the old man and the child in front of him call him Sanlang. San Lang? Logically speaking, this did not seem to be his real name, but in his heart, he felt that this was his original name. Thinking of this, his head began to hurt. He patted his head and that rough hand touched his forehead again. This feeling was really warm, and he gradually fell asleep in this warmth.
When he woke up again, he was awakened by hunger. The old man in front of him, whom he should call father, seemed to be cooking something in front of the bonfire. The other two boys were sitting upright at the low table on the other side, but both of them were sniffing the fragrance of the food and poking their heads out.
The sound of San Lang getting up startled the old man who was cooking. Xiong Fu turned around and looked at his youngest son who had woken up again. His dark old face seemed to smile like a chrysanthemum as he said gently,"San Lang, lie down properly. Father will prepare dinner soon.”
After a while, dinner seemed to be ready. Xiong Fu shouted to his other two sons,""Alright, don't just sit there. Come and get some rice.”
The two children cheered and ran over with bowls and chopsticks. After filling their bowls, they returned to the low table and began to eat. Saburo's portion was brought over by his father, Xiong Fuzuo.
As Jiro ate, he looked at Sanlang. When he saw that there seemed to be a fish on the coarse rice his father was carrying, he winked at his eldest brother beside him and twitched his nose.
Taro, who was eating, saw Jiro's mischief and did not say anything. He lowered his head and ate quietly. Taro was already fifteen years old. In this chaotic world, he was not young anymore. He could also follow his father to the battlefield and listen to the lord's call. It was time to get married in a few days. However, recently, his life was tight. In addition to buying weapons for him, he also had to prepare the wedding dowry. His father seemed to want him to marry the princess of the Fuuta Temple family. However, he was a local warrior like his family. He knew very well what kind of person she was. It was already very difficult for his father to raise a few children at home alone. It was better not to dream. He looked at the few warrior families in the neighboring village and saw that they did not have any girls of the right age. Forget it, forget it. At most, he would marry a girl from the village. At the thought of this, Taro gripped the chopsticks in his hand. He seemed unwilling, but he still sighed and lowered his head to eat.
San Lang looked at the yellow brown rice in his father's hand and saw that there seemed to be only a small plate of pickled vegetables and a small bowl of miso on the table of his two brothers. He opened his mouth and saw that there seemed to be a small fish on his bowl of rice other than pickled vegetables and miso. He did not say anything. Humans were iron, and rice was steel. If he did not eat for a meal, he would really be hungry.
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