On this day, Xiong Saburo was looking for food in the village. If he really ate as much as he wanted, the food stored in the house would not be enough for the few men in the family. However, in order to grow up healthily, Xiong Saburo could only eat whatever he could find in the village. He did not care if it looked good or bad as long as it could supplement his nutrition.
This time, Xiong Saburo was once again lucky enough to find a frog in the village. He planned to skin it, dig out its belly, and roast it over the fire. However, he heard the people in the village begin to make a racket. San Lang looked up and saw a cloud of black smoke hanging high in the sky in the distance. It was twisting in the air like a man-eating demon!
Xiong Fusaburo's heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling rose in his heart again. He hurriedly rushed back to the village to look for his brother, Xiong Fushiro.
At present, the two elders who could make decisions in the Furious Bear Village were not present. Logically speaking, the one who could make decisions in the village should be the ten-year-old Furious Bear Jiro. However, Jiro was too young, so only a few elderly people in the village could make decisions.
Kumafujiro held Saburo's hand and stood in front of the door in a daze. He watched as everyone in the village began to discuss. No one came to ask the two children of the Kumafujiro family what they thought.
Bear Saburo touched his palms, which were covered in sweat. He knew that most of the sweat was actually Jiro's. Jiro was very worried for his father and Taro. The two who had been to Fenglai Temple City knew that the black smoke was coming from the direction of Fenglai Temple City, and his father and Taro should be in Fenglai Temple City at this time.
The two of them looked at the villagers in front of them and discussed for a long time, but they still did not make a decision. However, the villagers all understood that the sky had changed!
By noon, people in the village seemed to be packing up their belongings and preparing to escape. As someone shouted outside the village, the village began to be noisy again.
Bear Saburo held the slightly trembling Jiro in his arms, holding the wooden knife that his father had used to whip him. He listened to the noise in the village gradually approaching, and his eyes were fixed on the door that he had blocked.
Xiong Fu Saburo did not know what Dai Jiro was thinking, but he knew that he was afraid. What was there to be afraid of? He was afraid of death. He was afraid of dying in this damn poor ravine without achieving anything. He was even more afraid of death.
"Boom!" Someone was knocking on the door outside. He did not know who was knocking on the door. Perhaps the people in the village had started to rebel. He was not surprised that everyone in the village had started to rebel. A few days ago, when he helped his family with the autumn harvest, he found out about his family's tax burden. In his previous life, if someone dared to collect taxes from him like this, he would definitely bring a knife to stab the person who collected the money at night.
"Boom!" There was another loud sound. The bolt on the door was broken, and the sand on the door frame began to fall. Today's life was like a dream to Xiong Fusaburo. It was only a blink of an eye. He closed his eyes in his dilapidated rented house. When he opened his eyes, he woke up in this even more dilapidated mud house. He became the third son of the local warrior Xiong Fusaburo.
"Boom!" This was the end. Saburo Xiong knew this very well. The door in front of him was already crooked. The cracked bolt was still stuck between the two doors dutifully, but the frame of the door was already unable to bear the weight. Xiong Fu Saburo stood up and patted his brother's head, ruffling his hair. If he still had a hairstyle, he would have gripped the wooden saber tightly with both hands. Under his brother's incredulous gaze, he shouted loudly as the door fell to the ground with a loud bang. He waved the wooden saber and rushed forward, but he was crying in his heart," System, I have no future!"”
"Pa!" A scabbard stretched out from the smoke and dust at the door and hit Saburo's face. Saburo was sent flying in a whirl once again."What a familiar feeling!"
"San Lang, what happened?" It was a voice that Xiong Fu San Lang did not hear.
In the evening, Saburo Kumafu woke up again. From Jiro's narration, he learned that he had been beaten by his father Kumafu Zuobei again. Saburo thought that Jiro would gloat in front of him again, but this time, Jiro only explained the matter clearly and did not show any unnecessary emotions.
Xiong Fu San Lang got up, feeling strange. Suddenly, he seemed to smell medicine and blood.
"What happened?" Xiong Fu Saburo supported his dizzy head and stood up unsteadily.
Xiong Fu's house wasn't big to begin with. With the help of the flickering candlelight in the room, he could vaguely see a figure lying on the tatami in front of him. He wanted to move forward to take a closer look, but he was pulled back by Jiro.
"Taro is injured!" This was what Jiro said.
Taro, Taro, his father's hope. He inherited his father's bloodline, but he also inherited his dream. Kumafutai Taro was the other pillar of support in the Kumafutai family other than the Kumafutai Left Guard. His father had poured too much effort into him.
Kumafujiro and Saburo were not very close to Taro. Taro was already fifteen years old and an adult. He was naturally separated from his two younger brothers, who were still children.
"Ninja, Uchiha!" "Ninja, Uchiha!"
Xiong Fusaburo felt like he was hallucinating. How did the cheat family Uchiha in Naruto get involved with a weak local samurai like him? He listened again and realized that the person who was mumbling was his elder brother, Kumafutaro.
The next day, when Kumamoto Saburo woke up, he saw his father still sitting next to Taro. There seemed to be tears in his eyes. His father had been busy all night yesterday, and he still hadn't rested.
Today, Xiong Saburo finally saw Tai Lang's injuries clearly with the help of the morning light. He saw Tai Lang's naked lower body, and his right leg was covered with a layer of herbs. Through the gaps between the herbs, he could still see that Tai Lang's thigh seemed to have been roasted.
"Father, how did Taro get injured?”Xiong Fu San Lang couldn't suppress his curiosity and walked to his father's side to ask.
"How did you get injured?" Xiong Fu's left guard's expression seemed to be a little dull. His words were in a mess, and his words did not match. After Xiong Fu Sanlang's hard analysis, he finally understood what he was saying.
It turned out that this was the situation that day.
Yesterday morning, Fenglai Temple City was still bustling with people. The various clans in Fenglai Temple had begun to lead their men to gather in Fenglai Temple City, planning to plunder the Fujimoto clan. All kinds of noise gathered.
However, on this day, when the hundreds of armed men from Fenglai Temple City were leaving the city, someone blocked their way.
"Three people! There were only three of them! They told us to remember the reputation of the Uchiha family!”Xiong Fu's left guard suddenly laughed out loud, but tears began to flow from the corners of his eyes.
Xiong Fuzuo hated Taro so much. In the blink of an eye, a huge fireball flew towards him. In his panic, he lost his son, who was following behind him. When he came back to his senses and found his son, Taro's right leg had already been hit by the ninjutsu of Uchiha Ninja. He was jealous. The flames of jealousy burned in his heart. He was jealous of the reputation of the Uchiha family, but he was even more jealous of the power of the Uchiha family.
He liked to talk about the honor of a warrior to his children, but for a local warrior like him, other than himself, everyone else thought that he was just a farmer. Although he was bragging to others, he knew in his heart that the entire Xiong Fu family had nothing but the honor of a warrior.
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