Chapter 55 Oni Nagato: "Blood Demon Art Flying Blood Thorns!" (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!!)

Chapter 55 Ghost·Nagato: "Vampire Art·Flying Blood Trichosanthes!" (Please vote for me!!)

The daimyo's instant change of respectful attitude made Uzumaki Haruka's eyes twitch.

But Uzumaki Tetsuya himself didn't care at all, he just looked at Kumokawa expectantly and flatteringly.

The boy in front of him who looked very young had already hinted at his strength and the identity of the boy with blindfolded eyes.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen may not understand them yet, but he knows the Blood Pond Clan very well.

That was a large clan that had continued from the Warring States Period to the present day. It was once comparable to the Uchiha clan and had a very powerful Blood Succession Limit, the Blood Dragon Eye.

How could a ninja who could kill the Blood Pond clan be a simple boy?

And this attitude also made Yunchuan look at him a second time, thinking that the people in the Uzumaki clan were not all stupid, there were also smart people who were adaptable and well-rounded.

but……

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

Yunchuan stretched out five fingers in a funny manner and said calmly: "After learning about Kirigakure's unusual movements, in order to hide my whereabouts and ensure speed, I only brought fifty people with me this time."

These fifty people are actually already a quarter of "Dawn's" combat strength. It is impossible for him to take everyone with him during this chaotic period.

But everyone who didn't know the truth had a trace of disappointment in their eyes.

"Fifty people..."

Uzumaki Tetsuya was like a deflated balloon, lying on his back weakly on the chair, but he still smiled bitterly and thanked him: "Thank you for your assistance and comfort, but even Kirigakure's advance team has hundreds of people..."

If they could swallow Kirigakure's advance troops, it would actually be enough for them.

As long as we are not tied up like now, we can have more time and energy to regroup, and we can also evacuate the old, young, women and children who have no fighting capacity.

The pure bloodline of Uzushio Village will not be completely cut off, and the ugly face of Konoha can be exposed to the world. Mito-sama and Kushina will not be kept in the dark.

But now, it's impossible...

Kirigakure's ninjas are experienced and have stronger ninjutsu and secret techniques.

In comparison, the Country of Rain is just a small country with wild ninjas. If the number of people is equal, they may be defeated directly, not to mention the difference is still ten times.

The gap is too big.

"It seems that you have some misunderstandings about our identity."

Regarding the disappointment of Uzumaki Tetsuya and others, Kumokawa did not mind this. He just sat there and chuckled: "We are not ninjas in the traditional sense. I prefer to call them warriors, or... monsters."

After saying that, he waved to Nagato who was standing next to him.

"Brother."

In front of outsiders, Nagato did not get as close as before. Instead, he knelt down on one knee and bowed his head respectfully next to Kumikawa's seat.

Seeing this, Yunchuan, who was about to get up, paused, smiled helplessly and shook his head.

But soon, his expression became serious, and he slowly stretched out a finger.

Putting it gently in front of Nagato's forehead, it was like a god facing his believers, feeling inexplicably solemn and sacred.

"Nagato." Yunchuan lowered his eyes and asked, "Are you willing..."

"I do."

Before Yunchuan could finish his words, Nagato lowered his head and said solemnly: "It's not for the country of whirlpool, but for my brother, and for the future we look forward to."

Yunchuan, who was interrupted, paused, couldn't help but chuckled and said: "You kid...it seems that I am not so determined."

After saying that, the finger he stretched out opened a bloody gash on his fingertip.

The next moment, mellow red blood oozed from the bloody mouth.

"..."

The conference room was actually very quiet, but from the moment they saw the drop of blood, everyone present subconsciously held their breath, focusing only on the drop of blood, and even the sound of breathing was difficult to hear.

All he could hear was his uncontrollable heartbeat, beating hard in his chest.

In the reflection of everyone's pupils, it was simply liquid red crystal.

Under the dim moonlight outside the window, it presents a magnificent color like a work of art, casting bright red and colorful beautiful light and shadow.

The light spots refracted when the blood flows are like fruits on the branches, showing a strange and different kind of beauty, which looks extremely full and attractive.

And while everyone was stunned in place, Kumokawa's fingers gently touched Nagato's forehead.

The drop of concentrated blood instantly touched his forehead.

Like plum blossoms blooming in winter, the liquid slowly flows along the texture and is gradually absorbed by Nagato's skin.

"ah!!"

Even though Nagato had been mentally prepared and expected, the severe pain that seemed to tear him apart made him scream hysterically in an instant, and he curled up and collapsed to the ground.

Although he has endured all kinds of pain, this is pain originating from his genes and even from the depths of his soul. No pain can compare with it!

"what happened?!"

Uzumaki Haruka also came to his senses, looked at Nagato with a horrified expression, and subconsciously wanted to help him up.

But Yun Chuan reached out to stop him, shook his head and said calmly: "If an egg is cracked open from the outside, it is destined to be eaten."

"Only if he pecks it open from the inside, what comes out can be an eagle."

The drop of "blood" he gave to Nagato is the highest level of "blood" so far, and it is different from other people's "blood".

But Kumokawa believed that Nagato's will would be able to withstand this power.

"Hehe!"

As if he heard the voice of Kumokawa, Nagato's teeth clenched tightly together.

His pale and tender face was twisted into a hideous shape, and the teeth in his mouth began to show signs of sharpening.

Soon, his heart began to beat and contract violently, and the sound of his heartbeat even resounded outside his body.

Boom! Boom!

Nagato felt that his body was like ice and snow melting, and a stream of boiling blood was being transmitted to all parts of his body by the beating heart, and the blood surging in his blood vessels seemed to turn into scorching magma.

A large amount of skeletal muscle began to dissolve under the influence of blood, and then was torn and reshaped by an absolute force. The muscle fibers were wrapped like ropes and condensed under the skin surface, and similar transformations were carried out in every part of the body.

Pain, pain that tore the body apart, pain that touched the soul.

But Nagato now knew very well in his heart that it was what he had always longed for.

It was also the power given to him by his brother...

Power!

The power flowed in the blood vessels and bones like magma, and the body temperature rose to a level that could be called boiling hot.

He needed to release this power.

How to release it?

Nagato seemed to see the scarlet thorns growing wildly in his eyes, and at this moment he finally realized the true power of his awakening.

——As long as you treat the thorns as a field covered with flowers, nothing in the world can hurt you.

Bang! !

Looking at the extremely tall enemy in front of him, Nagato's face was full of inhuman ferocity.

The back behind him burst into blood like iron scales blooming, and the eerie scarlet thorns grew out like blood, flesh, bones and wings.

"Blood Demon Art·Flying Blood Thorns!"