Naruto Super Support

Chapter 257 Obsessive-compulsive disorder

What kind of knife is this?Never seen anyone use a knife like this!

Looking at the knife, Red Deer suddenly remembered the woodcutter he met earlier, as if it was the same knife that was pinned to his waist.

"Could it be that this is a hatchet?" Red Deer was startled, looked left and right, but saw no one.

"Who? Come out for me!" Kaedoli swung his sickle and slashed at the hatchet.

Just listening to the sound of "Dang", the two knives collided, and a lot of sparks came out.

Lian Duoli looked at his sickle, and there was a hole in the blade, and then looked at the firewood knife on the ground, it was unscathed.

Furious, Kamari stretched out his hand and pulled out the chopping knife. With the first sound of "Yeah", he threw it vigorously into the distance.

The hatchet gave off a shining black light and flew out.

Looking at the woodcutter disappearing into the sky, Kamandori felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to waste any more time. He raised the sickle and walked towards the red deer, intending to stab him in the eyes again.

After taking two steps, he suddenly heard a gust of wind behind him, and Kamandori turned around to look, "Oh my god", the woodcutter flew back for some reason and cut at his back.

Kamandori quickly jumped up high, dodging the blow.

The hatchet poked the ground, the handle trembling slightly.

Kamadori was so strange, he looked around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he pulled out the hatchet again and ran to the distance.

Seeing the blade disappear into the sky with a cold light, finally relieved this time, Kamandori picked up the sickle and walked towards the red deer again.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt the sound of wind whistling behind him.Kamandori is good at wind escape ninjutsu, and is too sensitive to the sound of the wind, so he knows someone is attacking behind him as soon as he hears it.

Looking back, I was shocked again, and the ugly hatchet came back again.

Seeing that he was unable to dodge in time, Kamandori had no choice but to stand up the sickle in his hand to block, and with a "Dang", the chopping knife fell to the ground and cut a hole in his own sickle.

Kamadori was furious, "Whose broken knife is this, take it away!"

He pulled out the hatchet again and threw it out again.

This time, Kamandori learned his lesson and stood still, quietly watching the hatchet disappear into the sky. After waiting for a while, he saw the broken knife flying back again.

Kamadori quickly dodges.

Picking up the hatchet again, throwing it again, after a while, it flew back again.

After repeating this five or six times, the skunk was completely tired. He knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and shouted loudly, "Whose is this magic knife? I beg you, take it now! I can't take it anymore... "

As he said that, Kamandari started to sob and cry.

Red Deer and Hua Mingjian felt amused for a while.

"Brother, you said that skunk is not stupid, ignoring that knife is useless, why do you have to fight so hard?" Hua Mingjian said softly.

The red deer "shushed" and replied softly, "Maybe Kamadoli has obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"What is obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"It's just that when you see, hear, feel, or even think about things that don't meet your own wishes, you will feel particularly uncomfortable. You must do what you think to be comfortable."

Hua Mingjian nodded, "Oh, so that's the case."

The two of them were talking, when Kaydoli suddenly roared, "Ah, I don't care about it, I don't care about it..."

Saying that, he stood up, pulled up the sickle on the ground, and walked towards the red deer.

Red Lu and Hua Mingjian's hearts were extremely nervous, is this skunk really going to attack?
Seeing that he was approaching the red deer, Kamandori couldn't help but turned around and glanced at the machete stuck on the ground. He yelled "Oh my god", then turned around and walked back.

"Whose knife is this? I beg you, please let me go." Saying this, Kamandori knelt down and kowtowed.

Red Lu and Hua Mingjian's heart sank from the tension in their throats just now, and they glanced at each other.

Hua Mingjian smiled and said softly: "It seems that my brother's guess is right, the skunk really has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he is also very sick!"

Red Deer said: "I don't know whose knife saved the two of us, so let's find a way to get rid of the effect of anesthesia as soon as possible."

"Wait a little longer, I can move my legs." Hua Mingjian said.

While the two were talking, the skunk stood up again and shouted, "Ah, I swear, I don't care, I really don't care anymore."

"Isn't it just a broken knife? If I don't move you, do you dare to move me? I won't move you, I won't move you, I won't move you..."

Muttering in his mouth, Kamari dragged his sickle again and walked towards the red deer, "I won't move you, I won't move you..."

The red deer saw that that dull, lifeless, and powerless one-eyed actually concealed deep resentment.

"Smelly boy, give me your eyes!" Ridori raised the sickle high, roared, and the sickle stabbed down suddenly.

Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to pierce the red deer's eyes, he was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly.

At this moment, a branch struck from the side and hit the tip of the sickle. The sickle deflected a few inches and stabbed the ground.

At the same time, a voice came, "You two hairy children, if I don't show up again, you will die soon."

Lian Duoli, Red Lu, and Hua Mingjian turned around to look, but saw a young man appearing in front of him with a bundle of firewood on his back.

"Brother Firewood, it's you!" Red Deer shouted happily.

The person who came was the woodcutter that Red Deer had met before.

The woodcutter smiled slightly, "Boy, if I don't show up again, you will become one-eyed just like this skunk."

"Brother Firewood, you came too timely." Red Deer was very excited, turned to Hua Mingjian and said, "Hua Mingjian, this is the Brother Firewood I told you about before."

"Oh, is that so?" Hua Mingjian also felt hope and was very happy.

Kamadori looked at the woodcutter, at the branch on the ground that attacked him just now, and at the hatchet not far away, nodded as if he finally understood something, raised his hand and pointed at the hatchet, "So, That broken knife is yours!"

The woodcutter nodded, "Skunk, this is not a broken knife. In comparison, it is many times sharper than the sickle in your hand!"

"What's the use of sharpness, look at your broken knife, the knife is not a knife, the sickle is not a sickle, it's like a monster, ugly!"

It turns out that it is the appearance of this hatchet that really shakes Kamari's heart!
As the red deer said, Sidori has a strong obsessive-compulsive disorder.The reason why he competed with a chopping knife was because the knife looked so strange that Kamandori felt uncomfortable looking at it.

Generally speaking, Japan is almost indistinguishable by sword, or the division is not very strict.

Japanese swords originated from the Tang Dynasty in ancient China.During the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, Tang knives flourished for a while, and then spread from Japan with the "envoys sent to Tang Dynasty" and became popular.

Later, with the division of functions, Japanese knives were divided into Taidao, Richai, etc., which spread to the people, and were improved into sickles for the convenience of farming.Later, because of the shape of the sickle, it can also play a certain role in some military affairs, so it was adopted by the army again.

(End of this chapter)