Naruto: Opening Awakening Corpse Bones

Chapter 19 Returning to the Village
"All, all destroyed."

The Anbu man swallowed involuntarily, his lips were a little dry.

This kind of strength should already be a ninja.

The Anbu man took a deep breath, he had never seen such a talented ninja.

At only 9 years old, he possesses the strength of Jonin.

Why does he still have to participate in the student assessment?

Why don't you just give him a dark army captain Dangdang?
The Anbu man kept slandering in his heart.

Although he knew that Jing Ming was not weak before, but he didn't know the details.

Because of the failure last time, it can only be said that it was a surprise.

They also did not use powerful ninjutsu, just pure physical education.

But now, he realized that he really couldn't be offended.

The Anbu man put away his ninja knife and jumped off the tree to rescue the few people who were still sinking in the soil.

"Woooo!"

After several Anbu students were dug out, they desperately spit out the dirt in their mouths and gasped wildly.

"Nearly smothered to death."

"saved."

The Anbu man looked at the pale faces of several people and didn't say much.

It would be nice to get my life back.

If it was delayed for a few more minutes, these people might not be able to erect a monument directly.

Not even a grave to dig.

Jing Ming lightly jumped down from the tree and came to the crowd in the blink of an eye.

He licked his lips eagerly, and inadvertently glanced at Anbu's neck.

I'm addicted to drinking.

The Anbu man's hair stood on end, and he quickly searched for a topic, "Since the enemy has been dealt with, let's go down the mountain and rest first, everyone is tired."

Jing Ming withdrew his gaze, "Okay, let's go to the employer's house, there is no one there."

A few people packed up in a hurry and left the small battlefield quickly.

When they came to the employer's house, everyone saw the corpse of their companion in the room, and felt sad.

The three rookies with poor endurance kept retching.

They haven't killed anyone yet.

"Let's clean up for him, I'll take the body back to the village."

The Anbu man said something to the three of them, then took out a small scroll and put it aside.

The smell of blood was strong in the room. Anbu ninja performed a small ninjutsu to speed up the ventilation and remove the smell from the room.

The three students barely assembled the corpse, and Anbu put it in the scroll.

"Go and rest."

The three nodded, found a place nearby, sat down and slept against the wall.

"The employer is dead, the mission has failed, right? Do you want to continue?"

Jing Ming asked.

"Go ahead, at least get the commission."

The Anbe man sat down to rest while talking, he was very tired.

Jing Ming nodded and found a clean room to rest.

The next day, after a night of recuperation, most of the people recovered.

Several people were not directly injured in the battle, so they recovered quickly.

"I won't go up the mountain with you today, be careful yourself."

Jing Ming waved his hands to everyone, signaling that he would not accompany him.

The Anbu man nodded and left with the three of them.

In fact, it would be better if Jing Ming didn't go. If he did, the meaning of this mission would not be reflected.

This mission is the first mission for Anbu students, mainly to teach them how to kill.

Let them see the blood.

If Jing Ming was by his side, the three students would subconsciously relax and not get real training.

When everyone walked away, Jing Ming summoned a shadow clone and quietly followed.

It doesn't matter what you say, but you still do a little bit of insurance.

After all, I am familiar with it, so I can help if I can.

But it shouldn't be dangerous.

According to his estimation, the five Chunin did not go back last night, and the ninjas who stayed in the camp must have noticed something was wrong.

Most likely, they will escape overnight.

Anbu Ninja and Jing Ming both guessed it, but they didn't care about it.

Because it is not necessary.

At this moment, Anbu Ninja asked the three students to kill the bandits.

Staying in the room, Jing Ming didn't have nothing to do.

Instead, he has a lot to do.

Since inheriting the abilities of Orochimaru, he has been practicing these abilities constantly.

Because if not practiced, these abilities will be very rusty.

It works, but it doesn't work well.

Memory substitution is a way to master these abilities faster.

So Jing Ming often lay alone on the bed, carefully substituting some of Orochimaru's memories to master his body and ninjutsu faster.

The process of substituting memory should be very cautious. If some too deep memory is accidentally substituted, Jing Ming will lose control again in all likelihood.

"If I accidentally seal up all the ghouls and use them, then I will be cold."

Jing Ming made fun of himself.

But speaking of it, the god of death is a more mysterious thing in Hokage, and many things can be sealed.

Many powerhouses are desperate, and in the end they still rely on death to support the scene.

For example, the Fourth Hokage sealed it with ghouls, cut Kyuubi in half, and sealed it into himself and his son by the way.

The Third Hokage used the ghoul seal to break the cheating technique of reincarnation, which caused Orochimaru to lose his arms.

Whether it's Kyuubi who has just broken through the seal or the first and second Hokage who came out of the dirty soil, their combat power at their peak is at the super-kage level.

Among them, the first generation of Muzhuma is the strongest, followed by Nine Tails, and the second generation of Hokage is hard to say, but it is certainly not weak.

Although they were severely weakened by a wave, the two battles also fully demonstrated the power of Ghoul Seal.

That is, the power of death.

It takes three days and three nights for the heretic golem to absorb the tailed beast into Ten Tails with the assistance of several shadow-level powerhouses.

As for the Grim Reaper, facing the strongest Kyuubi, he killed him in one blow, and even packaged them separately. The service was very good.

The souls of the first generation and the second generation are also imprisoned in the god of death, and cannot be summoned by reincarnation.
I'm afraid I will have to stay in the belly of the god of death forever.

It can be seen that the god of death is very powerful in controlling the soul.

Even if you are the God of Ninja, your soul is still the same.

The part of the memory that Jing Ming is substituting now is the memory of Orochimaru's sealing technique.

He carefully learned the sealing technique, ready to skip the ghoul seal as soon as he saw it.

four seals,

gossip seal,

Contract seal.

Huh?What about the Ghoul Seal?
At the end, Jing Ming discovered that Dashewan still doesn't know the seal of the dead ghost.

Worrying for nothing.

Jing Ming feels inexplicably regretful, it seems that he can only look for this technique in the future.

Jing Ming lay in bed and studied for a day, and occasionally he might be dominated by the memory of Orochimaru, and would suddenly laugh a few times sullenly.

But in general, it's fine, as long as you don't use some ninjutsu with great backlash, it doesn't matter if you are accidentally dominated.

Just increase proficiency.

But one has to pay attention, even if it is to improve proficiency, it cannot be dominated by some lunatics. If it suddenly kills the Quartet, it is not Jing Ming's original intention.

Although he looks like a lunatic, but he always thinks he is a normal person.

He only drinks the blood of ninjas, he doesn't drink the blood of ordinary people, and it's rather unpalatable without chakra seasoning.

Most of the day passed, and the sun hung dizzily on the treetops.

Anbu Ninja returned with three students.

Several people were bathed in blood, and it felt like something had changed.

Silence, a kind of silence to life.

The first time they killed someone, the three of them actually felt a little uncomfortable.

But as a ninja, this is a level that must be experienced.

The three kept making psychological hints to themselves, making themselves appear indifferent.

That is, silence.

It seems that only in this way can they gradually adapt to killing.

The group did not say much and rested quietly.

The next day, the five of them packed up their things and left the village early in the morning, heading for Yinyin Village.

(End of this chapter)