Chapter 701 Extra Story 2: My Struggle in Another World

Chapter 701 Extra Story 2: My Struggle in Another World

When I woke up again, I found myself lying under a towering tree, surrounded by endless trees. Even though I had started to learn the knowledge of travel, I couldn’t recognize the types of trees here. There were also bird elves that I was not familiar with, and there were little insect elves around me. By the way, I also saw a snake, crawling along the trunk, towards a bird’s nest on the branch... Everything here is so strange to me.

I was afraid, hesitant, I wanted to go home, I cried and called my mother, but the only response to me was the sound of birds, the rustling of insects, crying and shouting, I was tired, I leaned against the tree and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was shaken awake. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was tied backhanded, with a cloth strip stuffed in my mouth, and held in the hands of a person wearing clothes that looked like iron sheets. This person was jumping forward on the branches, as if walking on the ground. I instinctively felt that this person was not kind. I struggled and wanted to call for help, but I could only make a whining sound.

My struggle made the person who was carrying me laugh out loud, and laughter came from behind me. I learned from their conversation that they thought that I was dressed like a rich man’s child, and wanted to get a lot of money from my parents.

Although I am still young, I still know about slaves. They were a group of people who had no human rights in ancient times. They were not like domestic servants who had to work, eat, live, and get paid.I don't want to be a slave. As the fourth young master of the Bofeng family, one of the top families, I can't be a slave, otherwise I will discredit the family. Even though this world is probably no longer where I used to be, I don't allow any damage to the honor of the family, so I want to find a chance to escape.

But before I could think of an escape strategy, another scene threw me into despair.The group of people who ran with me met another group of people head-on. I saw that these people were almost dressed in iron sheets, and they also wore an iron plate on their foreheads or arms, with strange signs and a scratch on it.

When the two groups of people met, they immediately gathered together, and they didn’t know what they were muttering. These people became vigilant, and the person who was carrying me pressed down on my back, and then tied me to a tree, connected the rope that bound me with a thin steel wire, and kept flying between the branches. I don’t know what they were doing, but I knew their intentions. They wanted to use me as bait.

Soon, I saw the prey of this group of people, a white-haired young man who looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old. He wore an iron plate on his forehead, and there was also a strange symbol on it. There were two red oil paints at the corners of his eyes. He looked very rough and had iron clothes on his body.

I didn't want this person to fall into a trap because of me, so I kept whining and shaking my head at this person, trying to tell him not to approach with my eyes. I felt that this person knew what I meant, because he looked at me with a look of surprise, but this person walked towards me regardless.

"Don't come here, it's a trap, leave quickly!" I shouted in my heart, but this person still didn't stop. He got closer and closer.

However, what shocked me was that the white-haired man in front of me didn't panic. He took out a black weapon from the 'pocket' of his trousers and waved it in his hand at a speed that I couldn't see with the naked eye.

"Brush~" In the end, the weapon in the man's hand fell down, and the steel wire and rope on my body were cut in half. The white-haired man reached out to catch me who was falling forward, but the sound of "嗤嗤" sounded in my ears again, and a smell of gunpowder smoke filled my nose.

The white-haired man immediately grabbed me, seemed to be looking at my back, then yanked, threw my coat out, and said something, I saw this man's white hair suddenly start to move, wrapping me and him in it, and then there was a muffled explosion in my ear.

"Little ghost, are you afraid?" A man's voice came from my ear, I looked up into his eyes and shook my head, the man laughed, and his white hair fell back, I saw another white-haired man fighting with the group of people who hijacked me.

If the appearance of two identical white-haired men made me unbelievable, then the next scene completely shocked me. The white-haired man could spit fire and mud from his mouth, while other people could also spray water, blow wind, and use the tricks of elves completely human.

The battle was exciting and shocking, and it ended very quickly. The white-haired man suffered some injuries, but everyone else fell down without exception. Scarlet blood flowed all over the ground. I felt the choking smell of blood in my mouth and nose. I have only seen these scenes in TV dramas. I have never seen the real situation, so I am very scared.

After treating his wound, the white-haired man showed helplessness when he saw my frightened appearance. He looked at my attire and showed a sudden look. Then he asked where my home was and if he would take me home.

The word "home" freed me from fear. I shook my head at the white-haired man. The white-haired man's expression turned dark for a moment, then he patted me on the shoulder in a rough way to comfort me, and asked me if I would like to follow him to live in Muye Village. The village is still taking care of orphans in the Land of Fire.

I thought about it, although I don't know what the Fire Country is or what the Konoha Village is, but at the moment I really don't know where to go, so I agreed to the white-haired man to go to Konoha Village.On the way, I asked the white-haired man some questions, and learned that they are all ninjas. Konoha Village is one of the Five Great Ninja Villages, and his name is Jiraiya. I also told him my name—Namikaze Minato.

Jiraiya seems to have a lot of status in Konoha Village, so he took me directly to the village head of Konoha Village, the Hokage that Jiraiya called, and asked the village head to get me a residence permit. The village head seemed to have no choice but to take a few puffs of cigarettes with his pipe in his mouth, and asked me a few questions.

The village head is very powerful, and maybe ordinary four or five-year-old children would be afraid, but my family background and the edification I received from birth made me not afraid of this power at all, and I answered the questions without being humble or overbearing.

My new home is very small, with only a small bed inside, exuding a mild musty smell, which is nothing compared to my previous magnificent room, but for me now, having a place to live is already very good, I clumsily learned the way the servants used to clean the room, cleaned my new home, and then lay down on the bed with extreme fatigue and fell asleep drowsily.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already dark, and I was hungry and gurgling non-stop. I habitually went to touch the bedside snacks, but I found nothing. Only then did I remember that I had left my mother and came to a strange place. I wanted to live alone. In the dark, I was hungry and tired. Young man with white hair.

Early the next morning, I was so hungry that I remembered what the village head of Muye Village said about providing a special place for orphans to eat, so I washed up and left my new home. I was about to ask someone where the place to eat was, but I found children who were about my age or older were rushing to a place, so I followed.

It was indeed a place to eat. I got a breakfast—a gruel with only a few grains of rice and a cloudy soup. I took a sip, but the taste made me want to spit out my stomach. This was the worst soup I’ve ever drank since I was a child. He picked up the bowl of gruel, looked at the cloudy soup in the bowl, took a sip and relished it in his mouth before swallowing it, looked at my back, and disappeared in the same place instantly after putting down the bowl.

Finally, at noon, I came to the eating place again and received a lunch—a rice ball the size of a child’s fist. The rice ball was yellow and had a strange smell. There were also a few side dishes that could not be seen with oily flowers, which gave off an astringent taste. My stomach, which is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, began to convulse again, and I wanted to vomit, but my reason told me that if I didn’t eat, I would starve to death, and then I would never have a chance to find my way home. , So I pinched my nose and forced myself to eat my lunch. From where I couldn't see, a white-haired man showed a little bit of color in his eyes.

Days passed by, and I was used to the rich food and clothing, and I was used to simple food, and I was small, so eating a little was enough to satisfy my hunger, so I didn't starve to death, and survived tenaciously.I have washed and put away the beautifully made and finely made clothes from home, and I don’t plan to wear them anymore. I changed into the coarse linen clothes I picked up in Muye Village, because this is the only thing I still have with my home.