The blood covered the broken clothes, and the fishy red in the fog was particularly bright, but the rich and pungent smell was a bit boring.

After slashing, he spit out a mouthful of blood with blood clots and pulled out the white teeth inserted under his ribs. The shiny blade was stained with blood. After looking closely, it was damaged with a thread after colliding with the thick beheading sword. Will even this peerless famous blade be damaged?

Kakashi, who fell to the ground, had almost no vitality except for his subtle breathing.

Aibu Slash gently waved the beheading sword, and swung the remaining blood on the blade. Countless scratches covered the entire knife surface, and even the white blade cracked a few places. Humph, based on strength alone, the beheading sword is not even as good as the famous sword...

The gloomy white covered the wound that was no longer cut, like a white dark fire, with an inexplicable mystery. The skin torn by the thunder attribute chakra can be seen to the naked eye.

Zabuzhan, who was lying on the ground, exhaled a slight breath of turbid air, and turned his eyes to the battlefield of the head...

The showdown between Buzhan and Kakashi was not as long as you imagined, and it was not enough for even a quarter of an hour. The two people who were carrying the name burst out in this short moment and were worthy of their shadow-level strength.

In a quarter of an hour, the dense fog was slowly dispersed. The figure of Yetou was no longer so blurred in the fog. It had consumed too much chakra...

Sasuke slowly pulled out a shuriken nailed to his arm, tearing his skin and exposing the pain of muscles, which made him grit his teeth slightly. Fortunately, it was the shuriken on the chain of the shuriken. If it was a throwing shuriken, he and that idiot would probably stay here, right?

Naruto grinned and pulled out a few small shurikens that affected his movements, and looked at Sakura. Sakura, who was protecting Dazner, was not taken too much by Yeto. Perhaps in his consciousness, he would win as long as he hit him and Sasuke?

The head of Yetun brushed off the blood splashed on his cheeks, and the slight pain on his forehead made him unable to help looking at the "little ghost" who scratched him. His red eyes were accompanied by the rotating omelette floating on the pair of eyes that should have been black. Unlike the pure redness of his brother, the rotating omelette made him feel a little disgusted.

The fog color gradually dissipated, and it would take a lot of chakra to use the fog hidden technique again, and the two guys on the other side were already injured. Although the Uchiha's little ghost hurt him last time, it was impossible for him to defeat him. After figured out, the head of the wool waved his iron hand slightly, paused, and rushed towards the vague figure in the fog.

The iron claws burst into silver light when they tear the fog. The floating wind pressure can easily tear the weak human muscles. The moment the iron claws hit the body, a sneering sneer floated on the corner of the mouth under the mask of the Yetou's mouth, and the pleasure of taking out the internal organs can almost be felt.

"Puff------" The gentle body turned into smoke and dissipated in the next moment. The head of the body subconsciously leaned back, and shot straight into Kuwu, slid past the mask, tearing apart a trace of mystery and splashing a trace of blood.

The fog in one place dissipated, but the other place was still thick. Aobuzen stood on the top of a tree, silently watching the confrontation between Yato and Sasuke, Naruto's thoughts quietly drifted away.

Yetou slightly adjusted his body and kicked the figure next to him sideways. Before he could even feel happy when he touched the entity, the splashing fog came into his eyes.

A huge force came from behind him to the spine. The force of the knee hitting his head made Yatou take a few steps forward. A blue figure instantly plunged into his arms. Without time to defend, a kunai poked into his lower abdomen. He even had the opportunity to counterattack and retreated without giving a single blow, leaving only a memory of bloody eyes that made him hate him.

With his instinct of many years of fighting, Yetou raised his arms. The next moment, several hot fireballs rushed towards him.

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The flames burned, causing the wet air to keep emitting smoke. In the charred black, a ferocious look appeared in Yetou's tiny eyes, because his relaxation was severely damaged in a few breaths. The mistake of losing almost half of his combat power made him unable to forgive himself at all. The hand that was not covered by iron claws reached into the broken black robe, and a slender ninja knife slowly slid into the blood-stained hand...

The eyes closed, and the surroundings became clear as the senses were closed. The hissing sound of the remaining fire burning water vapor, the light sound of the water droplets slowly disappeared, and the beating of the heart became clear at this moment...

The blood and filth in my memory are stained with the clarity of my mind, the wandering, killing, robbing, and guarding of my childhood. Until the tall figure stands in front of me and my brother, I realize that the warmth of hope is not the day when I and my brother become ninjas, but the end of the night at the end of the killing.

The sin of killing all graduates seemed to be a distorted hope to ignite the lonely lamp in the eternal night of myself and my brother. The distorted wish in the blood mist has gradually disappeared with the ease of the policy, but as the representative of the blood mist is the worship of those distorted people.

How can you fall here?!!!

Angry, calm, angry, gloomy, squeezed the mind of the head of the karma, and a strange state of mind reached the whole body. Two figures were outlined in the vague consciousness, each move was particularly clear...

Sasuke sniffed the smoky smell emitted in the mist and smiled at Naruto beside him. After hitting so many fireballs, even Kakashi would not feel good, but it did not mean that he would stop attacking the enemy.

The seal was constantly changing in his hand, perhaps opening the red curse eye, and the speed of the seal was almost increased by half: "Tiger, horse! Fire escape? The art of the brilliance of the fireball!!!"

The fiery fire erupted from Sasuke's mouth in an instant, and the flames with a diameter of more than three meters were hit and chiseled in a place where the smoke had not dissipated.

"boom!!!!"

The splashing fireworks burn everything that can be burned, and come into contact with the mist in the air, emitting a faint smoke.

Before Sasuke could relax slightly, a dark shadow flashed in front of him instantly, while Naruto, who was covering himself with his magic, had not yet reacted for the time being.

"Chi――――――――――――The blood gushed out with a fishy sweetness, and the wound that could see the bone was blocked by the exposed viscosity for a few breaths.

Sasuke forced Naruto to break away, and the ninja knife that was already slashing at Naruto's head into Sasuke's back. The blue clothing was torn apart by the wind, and the cracked skin no longer concealed the muscles under the skin and allowed it to be exposed to the air.

Katsuto was slightly stunned, and the keen Sharingan instantly captured the stagnation of his movements. Sasuke took advantage of Katsuto's moment of being slightly stunned and kicked him out, but too much blood flowing from his back made him lose the opportunity to pursue him.

Naruto, who came to his senses, couldn't help but shout, "Sasuke!!!"

"You,,,,,,,,,,," a slight wetness piled up in the corners of the sun's eyes, and the sob corners of the mouth could not spit out the words of inquiry. The red bloody eyes had somehow faded the color of the curse, and the black eyes had a faint smile.

Tears slid past, Naruto murmured: "Don't you hate me the most, Sasuke..."

"Ahem..." A few strands of blood slipped down between the black-haired boy's lips, and his face floated with a sickly pale: "The body is out of control, ahem...super idiot..."

The arms that supported the ground slowly became weak. Sasuke looked at the slightly blurred figure in front of him and fell on the bridge covered with his blood...

"Sasuke!!!!" The roaring could not call back the companion in front of me to stand up again. The pictures, annoying and liking, were frozen in memory, and a pain tearing the place where the left chest was undulating.

"Huh---" The unknown chakra floated up beside the boy with a slight redness, holding his companion's hand slowly released, and the breath of the injured beast wrapped around the blonde boy, and suppressed anger spitted out from the corner of the mouth that showed the canine teeth: "I want to kill you!!!!"

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Although the Yato was lost because of the powerful and unknown chakra, several Shurikens were thrown out without hesitation, trying to stop the figure that ejected towards him.

"Roar--------------!!!!" Naruto's flashing figure was not blocked at all. With just a roar, he knocked the shooting Shuriken out.

Yetou looked at the figure getting closer and closer and thought to himself that he was injured in many parts of his body and no longer allowed himself to move at high speed, so he could only block it.

The boss chooses the best position and protects his or her chest.

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"Pa,pa,pa..." The soft clapping sound dispelled the remaining fog, and the figure of Aibubu slowly floated up on the route of Naruto's pursuit.

Naruto saw the figure covered in blood in Aibuzhan, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the place where Mr. Kakashi was fighting in his memory. The familiar forehead guard was discarded, indicating that the ninja's costume was damaged, and the dirty blood stained the silver hair that had been shining...
Chapter completed!