The roar of the wind was hustling between the fingers that slightly highlighted the blue veins, and the slight "hissing" sounded between the fingers and palms, accompanied by an uncontrollable tiny wind cut, wantonly cutting through the young man's unhard skin. Blood gradually bloomed with the falling red, just like the withered lotus that was already stunning in the early autumn, covering the last crimson in the bleak pond.

"Chela--Chela--Chela--Shela--Shela---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The jumping arc flashed at the fingertips, shining with its gorgeous melody, and the violent lightning seemed strangely docile, just like a Tibetan mastiff with a fanged face in front of his master...

"Chi------" figures intertwined...

The collision between wind and thunder did not bring out the scene of wrestling in the comics. The wind and thunder rhyme each rhyme their own singing, and the warm rosy spread on the ground...

Mingtou slowly knelt on the ground, and sliver of blood from the outstretched iron claws flowed out along the tiny gaps, and the blood under his ribs poured out without hesitation.

The eyes were already confused, and the eyes that were barely opened could not help but close. The moment when the wind was controlled by him was really good, but he should have hit him...

With the last strength or belief, Mingtou reluctantly looked behind him.

Kakashi shook the blood stained with his fingertips and slowly turned around, marking Konoha's forehead slowly sliding down from his forehead, the characteristic metal forehead shattered, and a few tiny bloodshots flowed down the forehead along the sliding forehead. It was hard to tell whether it was the residual blood flowing out of the wound in the dark, or the shallow wound that cut through the skin...

Ming Tou slowly fell down, and he couldn't help but whisper, "Is it Rayche? It's very dazzling..."

Blood slid down the corner of his mouth, and the black world gradually descended with the closure of his eyes. He vaguely saw his younger brother's face covered by a mask, and his forced smile was on the corner of his mouth that was hidden or perhaps dyed bright red...

As the breeze blew, Kakashi restrained the thunder that was still flashing in his hand, and looked at the figure flashing next to the fallen man, almost the same dress. If it weren't for the different arms of the iron hand, he might have been regarded as a clone.

The head of the Yetun treated his brother's wound slightly and slowly turned around. A faint bloodshot filled the whites of his eyes exposed between the mask and the forehead guard, staring at Kakashi opposite him.

The red eyes were filled with evil beauty under the shallow knife marks. The slowly rotating black topus carved an inexplicable mystery. The white hair swung slightly with the shallow wind marks. The blood marks that slid slightly along the corners of the eyes seemed to be blood and tears dripping from the eyes, interpreting the sad beauty that belonged only to oneself.

Yetou slowly picked up Mingtou and said lightly: "Give up the task..."

The karma, who is not good at concealing, does not hide his resentment and humiliation in his heart. The powerful brother in his mind loses just like that, and he cannot even leave a deeper scar on the other party...

Kakashi twitched the corner of his eyes slightly. His strength was not much exhausted. If the other party was comparable to the fallen guy, then his loss could not be guaranteed to be within a safe range.

Turning his head to look at his subordinates who were still marked by rookies, Kakashi slowly picked up his damaged forehead, blocking his exposed eyes, waved his hand without saying a word, and signaling the other party to leave. Yato looked at Kakashi deeply, hugging his brother and flashed into the distance.

Naruto couldn't help but point at Kakashi and shouted, "Teacher Kakashi is so amazing!! That, that, can you teach me the glowing ninjutsu in your hands?!"

Sasuke stared at Kakashi's covered eyes, slowly pinched his hand holding Khuna, recalling the battle just now, the feeling of being ignored and the feeling of being deceived, suppressing the proud heart...

Kakashi looked at the three people with different expressions, coughed, and said lightly: "It seems that I want to take the responsibility of the teacher, haha..."

Kakashi's eyes, which showed his mask, bent into a fox-like curve. Seeing the "cute" smile and a smile on his face, Sakura couldn't help but feel a little cold...

Villa Cardo...

Zai Buzhan looked at the Yetou who was coming back with Mingtou on his back, waved his hand lightly, signaling him to take Mingtou down to treat him, without saying anything extra.

The empty living room was once again left with the slightly gloomy figure. The slender ghost continued to the front, and then stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the coolness of the shadow surface. His right finger kept tapping the mahogany tabletop, making a crisp sound.

"Hmph, heh, hehhh..." The hazy laughter sounded in the empty world, with undepressed mockery, perhaps a little bit of anger that even I didn't know.

The calmness floated again on the bandaged face. The echoing sound was gone, leaving only the light sound that hit the table...

An evil smile appeared on the corners of the tiny eyes, and the slightly curved curve was like the original work, recalling the pleasure of killing more than a hundred candidates.

"Kakashi, I want to kill you..." The pale eyes covered the last twisted tenderness, and light words spit out from the corner of my mouth...

The five fingers gradually tightened, and the last wisp of sound disappeared in the living room, leaving only a faint haze floating in the vague figure...

The Kingdom of Wave...

The bridge is under construction...

The morning mist was hazy, and the moisture in the air made people feel a little cold. Zabubuzhan leaned lazily on the guardrail of the bridge, watching Mingtouye knocking the workers out, Shuinaikui and Bai were waiting without saying anything.

Yetou fainted the last farmer, curled his lips, and complained to Mingtou through his mask: "Brother, just kill these wastes, it's so troublesome..."

Mingtou, who had just recovered from serious injury, was more gloomy than the original old man, and said lightly: "Over-calculation of civilians is not good for the development of this area..."

Yetou sorted out his torture tools and curled his lips disdainfully. He didn't know how many such boring ants he had killed in the Snow Country. No matter how much he complained, he still understood that the order to not kill the master was the most important thing...

The gentle steps were hidden in the fog step by step, and if you didn't cut a line, you slowly pushed towards the center of the bridge...

"Pa-!!" Kakashi closed the "Intimate Paradise" in his hand. His keen perception made him unable to help looking into the fog, and several vague figures slowly appeared in the thick morning fog.

Kakashi stretched out his index finger and the middle direction of Sasuke and Sakura to warn him, and he slowly took out Kumami and bent down slightly to make a defensive posture that he was used to.

The figure in the leader gradually became clear, and it was revealed in the middle of the bridge. The slender ghost shadow and the generous beheading sword told his identity. The "Mist Ghost Man" Taodi? If you don't kill it again... Kakashi glanced at the five figures and secretly calculated his chances of winning...

Four subordinates with more than four special superior ninjas, plus one of the seven ninjas of the Mizunos who have experienced the ninja war: "Broken Sword? Beheading"...

A faint sadness appeared in the exposed eyes. Kakashi slowly took out a scroll from the scroll pocket on his chest, and stroked the slightly broken forehead protection between his forehead with the other hand...

Haha, I'm going to ask you again, Obito... and that thing that I haven't used in Konoha for a long time, Father...

Holding up the forehead, the cursed eyes rotated with their evil magma, and they gained as much as they paid, just like these bloody red eyes, flowing with the blood of the cherished people.

The fingers were bitten, the blood beads flowed, and the dripping hit the unfolded scroll. The seal traces slowly shattered, and a short ninja knife that was not gorgeous slipped into the palm of the hand. The slightly cold touch was filled with the warmth of blood. The slightly nervous mood was relieved because of the other party's strength...

A faint smile curled up the corner of his mouth that was perfect and mysterious under the mask. Kakashi slowly looked up and looked at Zabuzhen, who was more than ten steps away from him, murmured in his heart: "I'm going to get on..."

Mingtou, Mizunaki, Bai's figure slowly disappeared in the fog. Yetou glanced at Kakashi who was not killed anymore, and rushed towards his prey, two Konoha Konomiya...

Kakashi watched Zaibuzhan's figure. The ninja sword, famous for its white fangs, was slowly grasped. The smooth sword surface did not emit a trace of the jewel-like jewel-like light.

Kakashi didn't pay attention to the fog ninja that rushed past him. The cold breath slowly emerged from the blade like fangs, and the loneliness and pride that seemed like a wolf became a little unrestrained.

Because of the surname, because of the fear of the upper class, because of the desire to prove his last name, because of many, many, and unsharp, the Blade of the Flagwood gradually exudes its past sharpness, and the roar of the lone wolf sounded between the blade...

Aibu Wushou slowly pulled out the beheading sword behind his back. The pale yellow ghost eyes could not suppress the hope of the knife. The unpretentious smile floated on the corners of his mouth under the bandage. Haha, is Konoha's white teeth?

The only ninja in the ninja world who makes the entire ninja world give up and not regarded as fault when receiving a task that conflicts with him.

That kind of sword technique, the name of white fangs, and even the legend of Konoha Sannin who wants to give in, even himself, can only admire and jealousy.

Whether it is White Teeth, Sannin, Sharingan, or something else, it is no longer important. In this moment, there are only swords, different swords, different beliefs, and the same reasons for killing because of the identity of a ninja, surrounding this fog...
Chapter completed!