Chapter 167 Unfortunately, You Are Not Qualified

The Nara clan, one of the elder families that joined Konoha in the early days of its founding.

It can be said that it is one of the largest pharmaceutical giants in the entire ninja world, and is mainly responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the entire Konoha medical system.

Its achievements in medicine can be said to be unmatched, even Tsunade is only better than her in the field of medical ninjutsu.

Together with the Yamanaka clan, which symbolizes "pig", and the Akimichi clan, which symbolizes "butterfly", they are called "Pig, Deer, and Butterfly".

In battle, the Nara clan, who has shadow imitation skills and extremely high IQ, is generally responsible for tactical formulation and core control, the Yamanaka clan, who is good at perception and mental control, is responsible for perceiving the target and connecting the minds of three people, and finally the Akimichi clan, which has powerful destructive power, finally attacks.

In other words, one assists, one defends, and one attacks.

However, even in such a family that is positioned as an auxiliary and has been close to and supported the Hokage for generations, there are still a few weird guys in the past few decades.

For example, the rebellious ninja in front of him, code-named "Shadow".

"Shadow Stealth."

Looking at the "shadow" struggling in the black water, the man in black robe said indifferently: "It is indeed a secret technique for assassination. Unfortunately, it is against us. You are unlucky.

"As early as when you sneaked in here, your every move was in front of our eyes, like a clown performing a ridiculous one-man show. "

Gudong gudong!

Under suffocation, the face of "Shadow" gradually turned ashen, staring at the black-robed man with his mouth opening and closing as if he was saying something.

He didn't understand. He didn't understand why such a dangerous guy would appear in such a small place, and he didn't understand what kind of ninjutsu this guy used.

Water escape? The ultimate "morphological change"? Or is it the "black lightning" ninjutsu developed by the "nature change" of the Hidden Cloud Village?

The bloodline limit is a technique produced by the fusion of two chakra nature changes. The technique used by the guy in front of him looks similar to the bloodline limit, but even the Nara clan has no records of black water escape.

It can only be said that even the wisest of plans will make mistakes.

No matter how cautious and careful he was, he could not have expected that the defense here was so tight, even the outside of the city was under surveillance. It was even more impossible to expect that the target that he thought was a sure thing was actually a very hidden dragon's den.

"Gugu, gugu. ”

When "Shadow" was analyzing intelligence and trying to find a way out, a white dove actually landed on the black-robed man's shoulder, and moved its claws very humanely to the black-robed man's ear.

"... So that's it, is it related to Konoha?"

The black-robed man murmured in a low voice as if he had received some message, but "Shadow" widened his eyes when he heard this.

How is it possible?

How could this guy know?

"What a pity."

The eyes engraved with "Upper String" and "Five" flashed, meeting the pupils in the water that were suddenly filled with fear. The black-robed man said with regret: "It seems that you are not qualified to be one of us. "

However, this is also good.

No need to worry about conflicts between colleagues in the future.

The man in black robe thought so in his heart, and without giving Shadow any more chances, he clenched his hand that he stretched forward.

Bang!!

The dark water ball suspended in the air suddenly exploded. Under Ah She's dull gaze, it was like a paint water ball that was crushed by a hand, spraying blood mixed with red and gray in all directions.

The scarlet viscous liquid was like a gorgeous flower, and the dim alley was dyed the color of the sunset.

"... Um!"

Looking at the pale corpse with some flesh and blood on the ground, Ah She, who was splashed with blood, felt his stomach churning, and subconsciously covered his mouth for a while, his face flushed red.

For him who had never killed anyone, this first experience was still too exciting.

"Have you seen enough? "

The black-robed man glanced at Ah She, who was silent as a cicada, and ignored his sudden stiffness and said indifferently: "If you have seen enough, you can go now, kid."

As he spoke, the black water around him gradually dissipated, and the drizzling rain curtain fell again.

"Eh?"

Hearing that he was going to let him go, Ah She was stunned for a moment, but soon thought of his parents, his face tightened again, and blurted out: "Wait, wait a minute, please ask, my father..."

As he said, he subconsciously reached out to grab the corner of the black-robed man's clothes in front of him as if he was grabbing the last straw.

But the next moment, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

The black raindrops turned into sharp needles, and the cold thorns stayed in front of his eyes, causing his pupils to gradually shrink into lines.

"Hmph." The black-robed man didn't even look at him, but turned his back to him and said coldly, "If you don't leave, you will die. "

Ashe shuddered and came back to his senses. He staggered back a few steps away from the rain needles and subconsciously looked at the silent girl beside him.

"Don't worry." Nono smiled faintly, his tone was as gentle as usual, "Uncle and aunt are fine, they escaped, just a little frightened, go to the hospital to see them."

Dad and mom are okay?

Hearing this, Ashe's face showed an irrepressible surprise, but he suppressed the urge to turn around and run and said: "Sister Nono, then you..."

"I have something else." Before he could finish his words, Nono interrupted with a smile, "You go back first, Ashe."

Ashe hesitated and glanced at the black-robed man with his back to him, and finally nodded to Nono's gentle eyes and said, "Well, then I'll go, you're alone, be careful..."

After the life-and-death crisis faded, his reason came back online, and he soon understood a lot.

Although the black-robed man's attitude was very fierce and bad, he was undoubtedly still on their side, and Nono who came behind was not a coincidence, and obviously had an identity unknown to him.

In this case, it doesn't matter.

After thinking everything through, Ashe left the alley under Nono's gaze, looking back every three steps.

Seeing that the figure completely disappeared in front of him, Nono's smile on his face gradually faded, turned around and looked at the black back and asked, "Don't tell him? After all, it's Ashe, it doesn't matter if he knows."

"...Forget it, after all, the change is too big, I'm afraid that kid can't accept it, let's talk about it later when there is a chance."

Hearing this, the black-robed man smiled helplessly and put down the wide hood, revealing a face that looked thirty or forty years old but a little vicissitudes.

If Ah She was still here, he would definitely recognize this face that was 80% similar to his father. If the boatmen taken in by Yunchuan were here, they would also recognize this old friend who used to pull the boat together.

But they would definitely doubt whether they recognized the wrong person.

After all, in their impression, he was just a boatman in his forties or fifties with gray hair, who could only bow his body and smile humbly, and led the boatmen from the south of the Rain Country to come here in order to survive.

Shuiyu, a nameless person, or rather, this is his name, as ordinary as he is.

However, now he looks more than 20 years younger, his originally thin figure has become much wider, and even his temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The pair of ghost pupils engraved with "Upper String" and "Five" are enough to show that his current identity is no longer the same as before, and even among the "ghosts", he is the one with stronger strength.

There is no doubt that everything he has now is given by Yunchuan.

Of course, the premise is that his body, will and faith can withstand the "blood" that is enough to make him an upper-rank five.

"Compared to the 'ghost' guarding in the night, learning to master the breathing method and standing in the sun to kill the enemy is more suitable for that kid." Shuiyu smiled and murmured, "I believe he can do it."

As he said, the pigeon standing on his shoulder turned his head, and the black pupils turned scarlet.

Then, an indifferent voice came out of the pigeon's mouth.

"Upper-rank five, how is your side?"

Hearing this voice, Shuiyu's expression straightened and whispered: "Yes, Lord Nagato, it has been solved."

"Really?" The pigeon continued to speak indifferently, "It seems that your luck is better than others. You met a smart fool."

"And on my side, it's a group of brainless fools."

On the other side, Nagato stood in an alley, looking at the front with an expressionless face.

Although it was raining as usual, the weather today was actually good.

At dusk, in the faint clouds, the round red sun cast a blood-like glow, shining on the buildings of Dawn City.

Naturally, some of the glow was also distributed, dyeing the deep alley where Nagato was located red, bathing his body in the red sun.

In this deep and narrow alley, in front of and behind Nagato, stood a group of figures wearing black warrior armor.

"Black warriors?"

Nagato's eyes were covered with black cloth, but he felt that he was being stared at by a pair of cold eyes without any warmth, which made the bodies of several people tremble and alert at the same time.

This blind kid doesn't seem normal.

The leading black warrior didn't wear a helmet, but only wore a light armor, revealing his face full of ravines and wrinkles.

Looking at the blind kid in front of him who looked very sick, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, frowned and said hoarsely: "You, know us?"

It seems that this place is not as simple as he thought.

However, it was the mission of the Tsuchikage after all, so it was normal that some difficulty was present, and he did not intend to withdraw directly.

But after hearing the next sentence of the kid in front of him, his eyes, as turbid as dead water, showed a chill.

"Of course I know." Nagato said in a cold tone, "A product of the old times, a group of stray dogs driven out of the Iron Country."

The Black Warriors, a bounty hunter team with nearly a hundred people, are all samurai proficient in swordsmanship. It is said that they left because of disagreements with the new general of the Iron Country, "Mifune", and Mifune seems to have acquiesced to this rumor.

But in fact, they were just homeless stray dogs who lost the opportunity to seize power after being defeated by Mifune's men.

However, after all, they were a team qualified to accept Ōnoki's mission. In addition to the Black Warriors, who was the leader and unfortunately defeated by Mifune, there were indeed many difficult swordsmen.

"..."

Kurotetsu glanced at the short sword sheathed at Nagato's waist, narrowed his eyes, and sneered: "I heard that the owner of this city killed the old 'Sword Saint'."

"Although Musashi hasn't held a sword for a long time, the one who can defeat him should not be an ordinary person. I came here this time to find the man named Yuejian Liyunchuan."

"Kid, do you know where he is?"

These black warriors do not have as many rules as the warriors under Mifune. They like fighting and killing. They will not only challenge the strong, but also attack civilians without scruples.

As for money, it is just an excuse for them to enjoy killing.

In Kurogane's opinion, if a sword is not stained with blood, it will become extremely dull. Even if it were him, he could kill the old Musashi.

"...Heh."

Nagato was silent for a long time before he suddenly smiled, but his laughter did not feel any kindness. "You said, you are here to find your brother?"

As he said, he held the unsheathed short sword at his waist and sneered: "I really feel uncomfortable hearing my brother's name from your mouth."

This feeling...

Feeling the cold killing intent, Kurogane's expression became solemn, his body center of gravity slightly crouched, holding the long sword gathered at his waist, and preparing to draw the sword.

"Aren't you still drawing the sword?" Looking at Nagato who was still standing in the same place, he spoke.

At the moment when the voice fell, Nagato's figure had disappeared.

Bang! !

Behind the swift figure, the original ground was cracked into a web by a foot.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Nagato came in front of Kurogane, and the short sword on his waist also rolled into the air and fell into his hand. He raised the short sword and slashed at Kurogane's throat.

Flashing sheath, Shitsuji!

However, Kurogane was faster. He pulled out the sword from his waist, shook off the short sword that pierced his throat, and then turned his wrist and slashed down diagonally, about to cut Nagato in half from the neck to the left waist.

Clang! !

Nagato put away the sword and returned to defense, the blades collided, and sparks splashed out.

The next moment, after a brief eye contact, a series of explosions sounded instantly.

"This..."

From the perspective of other samurai, the figures of the two people almost turned into afterimages, and sparks splashed down like rain on the ground.

The ears were filled with dense and continuous sounds. The sound of the blades rubbing against each other was sharp and piercing. The sharp airflow generated by the collision between the short sword and the long sword left obvious traces of the claws and teeth of the beasts.

Even if the samurai stared at the two figures intently, they could not see who was who. The positions of the two people would change four or five times in an instant, making it impossible for them to intervene for a while with their swords.

Puff! !

At this moment, a little blood spurted to the ground, and the two figures that were originally biting each other suddenly stopped and then separated.

"..."

The blood slowly gathered from the side of his cheek to his jaw, and Nagato raised his hand expressionlessly to wipe it off.

Looking at the black iron with three tiny cracks in the corners of his eyes, neck, and ears in front of him, the little interest that had risen on Nagato's face turned into boredom at this moment.

"It's really pitiful." He said indifferently, "You are not even a samurai now."