Naruto: Opening Awakening Corpse Bones

Chapter 93 Ask
At this time, seeing that the water bomb was about to hit Murakami, who was immobile, a figure appeared in front of Murakami, and smashed the water bomb with a knife.

I saw Muraki holding a slender and wide blade, matching his short and strong body, he looked a bit simple and honest.

He raised his head and grinned at the team leader on the roof, as if joking about his courage.

Jonin, he is also Jonin!

The squad leader's face was solemn, he was able to hit a water bomb with a single blow, and his figure didn't retreat at all. This kind of strength is definitely at the level of a jounin.

"hateful."

Seeing Muraki rushing forward, the team leader hurriedly retreated to fight.

The two started fighting on the roof. The sound of weapons clashing attracted everyone's attention. When they saw someone fighting, they all scattered to avoid it.

"Well, if this is the case, then there is no need to restrain yourself."

After the squad leader blocked the blow, his body jumped into the air, and his hands quickly formed seals.

"Water Escape, Great Waterfall Technique."

A torrent descended from the sky, directly smashed the roof down, and rushed straight to the people on the ground.

The team leader wanted to interfere with Murakami's spellcasting below, as long as he destroyed the water dungeon and freed the Cunin below, there was still hope for him to be captured.

It's a pity that he was entangled by Muraki for a while, and in this short time, Murakami had already completed the end of the spell.

"Steam oil explosion!"

Murakami took out a large bucket of hot oil from the scroll with one hand, and poured it into the water prison without mercy.

The high-temperature oil instantly heated the water to [-] degrees Celsius, the steam filled the air, and the expanded volume produced a violent explosion sound.

"asshole!"

Seeing that everyone died, the team leader was furious.

However, this also made him decide to retreat. The odds of winning with one against two are too small, so he must report this matter to his superiors.

The two short brothers are Jnin and must send elite ninjas to assassinate them.

Muraki rushed forward to block a few moves, but still let the captain escape.

"Brother, he escaped."

Murakami jumped onto the roof, his clothes deformed by the impact of the water.

"It's okay, we have to leave as soon as possible."

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Now they have killed most of the assassination ninjas, and the one who survived rushed back to report. No one can reveal their whereabouts.

After the two discovered that Kirigakure had assassinated the ninja, they chose to stay where they were, not only because of tactical considerations, but also because of their strength.

As the third-generation Mizukage's ninjas, they were appointed to important positions in border management. The strength of the two is not low, and they have long been at the level of jounin.

It was only because of running a restaurant that the task experience was insufficient, and there was no way to get promoted through the Jonin, so I was stuck in the Chunin.

The strength of the two senior junin is their confidence to take this action.

The tavern has been half destroyed by the Art of the Great Falls, and it is considered abandoned.

Before leaving, Murakami glanced at the dining area below, but did not see the three people.

"have they gone?"

Murakami muttered something, and then left with his brother.

As the fighting subsided, ordinary people finally dared to get a little closer.

The security guards walked into the tavern resolutely, and heaved a sigh of relief when they didn't find any enemies.

When they came to the kitchen, looking at the broken pieces of wood above their heads, more than half of the roof was destroyed, the guards felt tight.

This is the power of ninjas. If ordinary people are here, they will definitely be affected, and they may be disabled or die.

They continued to search to see if anyone was buried in the rubble.

Whoa!

The sawdust was removed by small parts, and when they saw the scene inside, the hairs of several people stood on end.

"It's dead, it's all ripe."

The guard stepped forward to check, then turned his head and said the horrifying news.

"This is the ninja from Wuyin Village."

A mid-year-old guard recognized the clothing on the dead man, as well as the strange mask.

"you know?"

"I have encountered related cases in the second place before. The old guard said that no matter what they do when they see people wearing such masks, it is best not to intervene. They are special ninjas in Wuyin Village."

"That's it." The guard who asked the question sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that the ninja would die, and he died so badly.

"Let's report this matter to your superiors, we can't handle it."

The mid-aged ninja spoke to the crowd and asked a guard to report while the others stayed at the scene.

The two brothers Murakami and Muraki have been around for several times, and now they are running in the wild at night, with dark jungles on both sides.

Suddenly, Murakami stopped and looked straight ahead.

Under the shadow of the big tree, a figure stepped out.

He is of medium height, half a head taller than the two short men of Murakami and Muraki.

White hair, with two vermilion dots on the forehead, like a diva in a high-end club, elegant and beautiful.

However, under the indifferent eyes of the person in front of him, this kind of beauty looks quite gloomy.

"It's you!"

Murakami recognized that the person in front of him was one of the three people who were dining in the tavern today.

Murakami still remembers that steel-like toughness.

Jun Malu walked towards the two of them slowly, without saying a word.

"I'll go meet him."

Muraki drew out his long blade and was about to step forward.

"Don't act rashly."

Murakami narrowed his eyes solemnly, and stopped his younger brother's reckless behavior.

Without knowing the specific strength of the opponent, it is best not to get close. The few Kirigakure assassination ninjas who died today will be the end.

Junma Luguang made Murakami vigilant by virtue of his aura, and there was no way to tell if there was any killer move that would kill him with one blow.

"What about the other two?"

Murakami glanced to both sides, paying attention to whether there was an ambush around him.

Jun Malu didn't delay, and rushed forward after finding a certain position.

The road was narrow, and the two brothers had nowhere to dodge. In order not to lose their first move, they could only step forward to confront the enemy.

Jun Malu held two kunai, and in the situation of one against two, he did not lose the wind in the slightest.

The sound of the weapons waving, the piercing sound of friction and collision silenced the field with occasional animal calls.

The wind of the knife tore through the trees, and Muraki held a wide blade and swung it all over his body. He actually formed a set of knife skills to protect his whole body.

In Junmalu's limited knowledge of Wuyin Village, he remembered that there was a team directly under Mizukage, consisting of seven ninja swordsmen.

This team seems to be a special team that inherits the most powerful sword and sword technique.

Muraki's sword technique is wide open and closed, which is very similar to the beheading sword.

Jun Malu was trained as a weapon of war since he was a child, and people in the clan told him about the characteristics of the village's ninja seven, in order to train Jun Malu so that he has the ability to deal with them.

Jun Malu took advantage of the gap between Murakami's saber movement and suddenly exerted force. With a few slashes, the short knife in Murakami's hand was thrown flying. Then, before Murakami could react, he aimed at his heart and stabbed fiercely.

"Get out of the way!"

At this time, Muraki swung his sword, as if to protect his brother, Muraki's eyes were red, and his strength soared.

Jun Malu changed his attack and kicked Murakami in the stomach, kicking him back.

Then he turned back and hit the side of the blade, deflecting the light of the blade.

The big knife tore through the ground and knocked down the first big tree along the way.

"Is that all there is to it?"

Jun Malu's eyes were cold, and his tone was cold.

Muraki's scalp went numb, and cold air rose from his back.

"when!"

Jun Malu didn't give him another chance. Although the power of the sword is huge, that's all there is to it.

Muraki's sword technique is on the defensive, and with his huge strength, he can better protect himself.

Unfortunately, when Jun Malu attacked the village, he was upset.

He was so desperate to protect his elder brother that he put all his strength into swinging the sword, so after he slashed sideways, he left a deadly gap when he was about to retract the knife.

Jun Malu punched Muraki's forehead without hesitation. This punch used a strange force technique, but he restrained himself a little, otherwise Muraki's head might be smashed to pieces.

Muraki's ears roared, and he felt that the sky was falling apart, and he fell limply.

"Muraki!"

Murakami's eyes were rosy and his eyes were wide open. He couldn't believe that his brother fell in front of him like this.

"hateful!"

Murakami staggered up, the kick just now was not light, and now Murakami has actually suffered serious internal injuries.

"That's enough, just lie down obediently."

Jun Malu looked at Murakami who was roaring in anger and desolation in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, walked behind him in an instant, and slapped him unconscious with a palm.

There was almost no time for Murakami to reflect on the whole process. Before Junma Lu became a little interested, so he played with the two for a while.

But now seeing that Murakami seemed to be desperate, fortunately he was knocked out and taken away.

His task was not to kill the two, but to bring them back.

So Jun Malu didn't use his ultimate move just now, and he was quite modest.

He picked up the bodies of the two and returned in the dark.

In the hotel, Jing Ming and Xiang Lin were playing a card game, and the door opened.

Jun Ma Lu came in with two sacks, "It's done."

"As expected of you, Junmaro, the two Jonin were defeated by you just like that."

Jing Ming teased that Jun Malu had been out for so long, and if he didn't find something to do for him, he would almost be bored.

"It's still far behind, compared with Jing Mingjun and you."

Jun Malu shook his head and sat down beside him.

"It's your turn, Master Jing Ming."

Xianglin reminded.

"Okay, okay, Jun Malu, take over, and I'll deal with these two."

After Jing Ming played a card, he taught the card in his hand to Jun Malu, then picked up the sack and walked out.

"Really, Master Jing Ming always finds an excuse to slip away every time he is about to lose!"

Xianglin looked depressed.

"Okay, you win a game with me before you say this."

Jun Malu scolded Xianglin mercilessly, maintaining Jing Mingjun's tall image.

Outside the hotel, Jing Ming took the two of them into a cabin, and there was a comatose person inside, who was the team leader who escaped today, and Jing Ming took him down without any effort.

"How miserable."

Jing Ming looked at the two injured people in the sack, and said, tsk-tsk.One of them, probably the younger brother, had his head swollen like a pig's head.

After treating them for a while, Jing Ming waited for them to wake up.

"Well, where is this?"

Murakami was the first to wake up, opened his squinted eyes, and looked at the dimly lit ceiling.

He remembered that he wanted to flee to other countries with his younger brother, but was intercepted by the enemy on the way. His younger brother was severely injured and unconscious, and he was subsequently poisoned.

"Am I not dead yet?"

Murakami pushed himself up, stretched the damaged muscle group, and gasped.

The first is the abdomen. After being kicked by the enemy, the internal organs have been damaged to varying degrees.

Then there is the neck, the bones seem to be broken, and I can't lift my head.

"That's right! Muraki!"

Murakami regained his composure, and hurriedly turned around to look backward. When he saw a fat man lying beside him, his breathing suddenly became short of breath.

"Muraki, Muraki!"

Murakami stepped forward to check on Muraki's situation, and when he found that his brother was still alive, a big stone fell from his heart.

It seems that the enemy does not want to kill them. What is the purpose?

intelligence?coolie?
Are those three ninjas from Wuyin Village?

No, no, if it was the ninjas of Wuyin Village, they would not let us go from the beginning, they are obviously so strong.

Murakami raised his head with difficulty, and saw that the person on the other side was the leader of the Kirigakure assassination team who attacked them today.

Even he was caught!
Murakami was shocked. It seems that the other party is not only a ninja from Wuyin Village, but also planning to attack Wuyin Village.

"are you awake?"

At this time, a joking voice sounded, and Jing Ming appeared in the dim cabin, looking down at Murakami.

"Chef, we meet again."

Murakami leaned back and saw the face of the visitor clearly. He was the tallest of the three in the tavern today.

"Who are you guys? Why did you attack us?"

Murakami stood in front of his younger brother and asked Jing Ming a question.

"Don't be nervous, I just wanted to chat with you when I arrested you."

Jing Ming moved a wooden stool, sat down and talked to Murakami, so that he didn't have to lie down and talk.

"I heard that you were three generations of Mizukage's confidantes?"

"."

Murakami was silent and did not immediately answer Jing Ming's question.

"Being able to analyze the crisis from the situation in Hidden Fog, and escape without hesitation, shows that you are a person who can judge the situation. Now you have been beaten stupidly, have you not recovered?"

Jing Ming folded his hands on his chest, looking at the embarrassed and rebellious Ren who was sitting against the wall in front of him.

For this kind of hard-tempered but smart people, give them some time to analyze the pros and cons.

Smart people often make the same decision, which is a decision that is beneficial to themselves.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, Murakami opened his eyes, "That's right, we used to be three generations of Mizukage's confidants, we were not blood-successor ninjas, and we were born in a commoner family, these circumstances meet the three generations of Mizukage's trust conditions, and later, three generations Mizukage fell in love with Muraki's natural supernatural power, and then we were secretly recruited into the assassination team for training."

Murakami looked at his younger brother Muraki, with a gentle light in his eyes.

"Muraki's physique is excellent, but his brain is dull and stubborn. Under the influence of Kirigakure's special training, I worried that he would become a weapon that only knows how to kill, so I applied to Mizukage Mizukage to return to the restaurant to continue operating. The seven swordsmen elected, and Muraki lost, so Mizukage Mizukage agreed, but Mizukage Mizukage assigned us a secret mission, which was to collect information about the Blood Successor family in the restaurant."

(End of this chapter)