Chapter 952: Girl with folded wings

Shayin Village is a special existence among the five countries. Although it is the largest in the five countries, it is the weakest in overall strength.
They are sparsely populated and have almost no farming area. Only a few large oases have cities. Water is a scarce resource and there is no exportable resource. After all, the Ninja World does not need oil.
As a result, Shayin Village originally had a nickname in the Ninja World, known as the "big beggar", which is simply a word, "poor".
It is precisely because of this that every time there is a war, no matter how big or small, most of the sandy hidden villages will get involved. After all, the war money is the best to send out. The most famous one is naturally the Second Ninja War, taking advantage of Konoha and During the battle of Yunyin Village, he suddenly launched an attack and made a fortune.
Since then, Konoha has given Shayin Village a new name, "the shit-chucking stick of the Shinobi world", and it has quickly gained recognition from other large villages.
And in the situation where the Third Ninja World War is going to the present, the spoiler tradition of Shayin Village has begun to appear again. It is clear that its frontal battlefield has not yet opened the situation, but it has been divided into the rain country to join in the fun. Make the already chaotic situation even more chaotic.
For this kind of behavior, Konoha really hates his teeth. If Iwanin Village kept throwing ninjas into the battlefield, they might first concentrate all their forces to launch a general attack on Shayin Village.
It's so irritating...
However, all the actions of Shayin Village had no practical significance except to make the chaos in the Rain Country more uncontrollable.

Drizzle in the sky, cold wind mixed with rain, brought bitter cold to the people of this country.
Drops of rain fell from the eaves in a string, like a hanging bead curtain, and the mist filled the air, somewhat vague, blocking people's sight.
Wow, the rain slammed on the earth, bringing a kind of isolated peace.
If there are literati who have no worries about food and clothing, they may feel emotional when they see this scene, and write an extremely beautiful poem, and proud of it.
But in reality, this scene is not beautiful at all, but it implies absolute cruelty.
Guru...
Because the hungry body naturally made a sound, the little girl under the eaves shrank her legs, and pulled down the broken and thin clothes, hoping to cover the cold more, although it was actually useless.
She curled her body and looked lightly in the corner behind this room. She was very careful, burying a face in her arms with only one pair of eyes exposed.
Depending on her age, she should be only about four or five years old, dirty and thin, as if a cold wind could blow her down.
But her eyes are very beautiful, like a kind of amber, clear and bright, and the hair is stained with rainwater, which is coming from the eaves with the wind. Even so, she can still see that her hair is a little withered, which proves She has been undernourished for a long time.
But her hair color is very good. It is a light blue to purple color, which is rare among ordinary people. If it can be taken care of, it will be a noble color.
However, she is obviously not interested in her hair color at this time. Compared with these, she is more concerned about whether there is food, even a little bit.
It's a pity not. What you can see is nothing but the cold rain. In this country that has become a battlefield, even people rarely see it.
She actually knew it. She knew it after eating the last bite of hard bread three days ago, but she still couldn't control her hunger. It felt like a demon, haunting her all the time.
Woo...oo...
A slight voice sounded next to her. She turned her head. It was a thin brown puppy with only two palms. It was lying next to her, her ears drooped, and she could see that the dog was hungry... …Same as myself.
But she had no food. After thinking about it, she let go of her hands and took out a piece of white paper in her arms. It was the only thing she had now, except for the tattered clothes on her body.
With the dexterity of her hands, the white paper quickly became a vivid paper crane. She was praised for her gift of origami since she was a child. She also liked origami very much because she was cute when she laughed. She was called a "little angel" by her parents and kept telling her She, angels are the most beautiful existence in this world.
So she often folds paper cranes, dreaming that these paper cranes can fly to the sky and meet those beautiful "angels" instead of herself.
The moment the paper crane was folded, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and there was a lot of dirt on her face. It was not good-looking at this time, but with the smile, as if a little light of praise, it brought a little warmth to this cold corner.
She put the paper crane in front of the puppy, the hungry puppy looked up in confusion, sniffed twice, and fell down again disappointed...not food.
Seeing the puppy's reaction, the light in her eyes dimmed again, and she put the paper crane aside in loss, and curled her body again.
After a while, she seemed to think of something again. She stretched out her hands and took a handful of rain from the eaves, but placed it in front of the puppy.
The puppy sniffs lightly, and then loses his interest again, there is no shortage of water here...
Guru...
The cries of hunger sounded again. She sighed silently and poured out the water in her hands. The rain curtain still showed no sign of stopping. However, there was no sign of people in this place. Even the house she was in was already broken and was The ninja’s war is destroyed, and the house is not as effective as this shelter.
Another cold wind blew, and she shuddered, and her body became colder and colder. With the hunger, she had a premonition that she might not be able to survive tonight. But even if she gets up at this time and where she is going to find food, the most likely thing is to fall into the cold rain and become the most common corpse in this country...
Slowly closing her eyes, she sighed with confession, so be it, if there is another life, I don't want to be born in this country, hate war... hate rain... and hate ninja...

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