The Water Mist Assassin from Hokage

God's favor among people cannot be generalized.

For example, when Mushu died in his previous life, the sun was very bright and there was no rain for two weeks. God wished that Mushu's bones would be cremated a second time.

On the day when Goju Yagura's wife was buried, it rained heavily. The raindrops fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. From a distance, it looked like a cloud of mist was rising from the ground of the entire village.

Mushu stood under the tree outside the cemetery with an umbrella, looking at the funeral in the distance.

Goji Yagura did not hold an umbrella, and stood in front of his wife's tombstone in the heavy rain. The atmosphere was terrifyingly depressing.

Tamako, who was standing next to Yagura, held a little baby and presented flowers to the woman. It seemed that she also felt the atmosphere on her back, or knew that it was his mother buried underground. The baby couldn't help crying. .

The baby's cry also made Yagura, who had been burying his head in missing his wife, look up. The rain streaked across his face, and the boy's eyes had completely lost their look.

"Leave him to me." Yagura said, reaching out to hold the baby in his arms. Seeing this, the people around him quickly put dry cloaks on Yagura's body, and another person quickly held an umbrella for Yagura. .

"Thank you." The little baby no longer cried in Yagura's arms, but leaned against Yagura's arms with his eyes closed. Everyone centered on Yagura, which seemed to be able to dispel all the coldness.

"Let's go." Yagura said and stepped forward, and a group of people dressed in black left.

Mushu just watched them leave, and then walked to the grave of Yagura's wife alone.

"Sorry, I couldn't save you." Mushu took out a bouquet of flowers from his arms and placed it under the black umbrella in front of the tombstone. This black umbrella was also the last one Yagura held for his wife.

Mushu stood in front of the tomb with his eyes closed and mourned for this woman whom he had only met a few times. The rain hit Mushu's black raincoat hard, as if God was punishing Mushu.

"You don't have to be so sad." The sound of treading water came from behind, and Yu walked over holding an umbrella.

"The weather is really bad today. Your health is not good yet, so you shouldn't come here." Mushu turned to look at Yu, unable to see Mushu's expression because he was wearing a mask.

"Musu-kun, you really don't have to blame yourself too much. This matter has nothing to do with you." Yu placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the woman's grave and said to Mushu.

"I don't blame myself, I just feel sad for my own strength." Mushu recalled the moment when the woman's throat was cut. Mushu saw early, but the speed of the body was so slow that even if Having seen the thrown blade early on, Mushu was unable to stop it.

Assassination is what Mushu is best at, but he may not be so good at it in this world. This is Mushu's shame as a killer.

"Musu-kun is always different from ordinary people in many ways." Yuya felt that what Mushu said was serious, so he could only respond awkwardly.

"Let's go back and recover from your injuries. I have already recommended you to Master Qinghe as the captain of the ninja-hunting team in the future. You should recover from your injuries as soon as possible before you can compete with others." Mushu looked at Yu Shabai's lips and said, It was obvious that the road from the hospital to the cemetery was freezing in the rain. "Don't die, for your opponent's sake, otherwise he will not be able to take office even if he wins."

"Sure enough, Mr. Mushu is a cruel man." Yu looked at the dried persimmon Mushu and thought in his heart, but did not say it out loud. Otherwise, based on his understanding of Mushu, he would probably not have a good life in the future. .

Mushu sent Yu back to the hospital and walked into his own office in the Mizukage office building with ease.

Although Mushu will not stay in the office for a long time in the future, after all, Yagura will always have to keep an eye on him, but the room is still kept spotless.

Hang the raincoat on the hanger, and the chakra movement throughout the body will quickly warm up the cold body. This is also a little trick for applying fire-type chakra.

Mushu sat at the table and looked at the various files on the table. He sighed and opened one of them. It recorded all the recent activities of Yagura's subordinates. Everyone's information was divided into categories and listed in a specially printed On the timetable, everyone’s movement trajectory was quickly revealed.

What Mushu had to do was to find out if there was any problem with the trajectory of these people, to ensure that Yagura, who was about to serve as the acting Mizukage, and his subordinates had any hidden agendas.

As Mushu marked everyone's trajectories and schedules on the map, Mushu looked at the dense routes on it and pressed the phone on his desk.

There was only a "beep" sound, and the phone was picked up. There was no sound from the other side of the phone, but it was just waiting quietly for Mushu's instructions.

All Mushu had to do was provide them with a person's name and ninja number, and the group would act on their own.

In the afternoon, a confidential file will appear on Mushu's desktop, containing all the testimonies of those whom Mushu considers to be suspects.

As for the ninja who was captured and interrogated by ANBU, it will be his greatest misfortune if he survives. In many cases, death is often a kind of relief after experiencing ANBU interrogation. At least the village will give you a life based on your past considerations. A more respectable death report.

Looking at the time, Mushu left the office and went to Mizukage's office. At this time, standing in the room were Oni Dengsu, Goju Yagura and the entire group of elders.

Oni Dengsu and Goju Yagura sat on the main seat, while the elders sat on both sides of the room. Mushu walked from the middle to behind Yagura, and the brief handover ceremony of the Mizukage position began and ended.

"What a disgusting way of trading." Watching the elders leave, Yagura stared at the documents in front of him and sneered.

The people on the file are basically all ninjas who "sacrificed heroically" in the past few days. These people died because of various weird and secret missions. There are even some genin and chuunin among them. If outsiders see it, they might be praised. It is not an exaggeration to say that a hidden village is full of loyal people.

Yagura held the paper in front of him in his hand, so hard that his nails penetrated the paper and pierced his palm. Mushu stood behind him and watched coldly, without making a sound to stop him.

On the contrary, Demon Tousu, who was also acting as Mizukage, patted Yagura's shoulder and hesitated for a long time before saying an apology from his mouth.

However, at this time, Yagura no longer had the intention to look at Ghost Tokisu. Instead, he stood up and left the office building and plunged into the heavy rain. Mushu knew that he was going to his wife's grave again.

"It's such a depressing atmosphere." Ghost Dengxu couldn't help but said as he looked at Mushu who was still standing in the room.

"Well, it's not easy." Mushu said as he climbed out of the window and headed towards the cemetery.

Ghost Dengsu looked at Mushu's figure flickering on the roof outside the house and Yagura's back that could still be seen faintly on the street. He couldn't help but sigh and took out a document from the drawer. The contents of the document were obvious. It was a document stating that he had voluntarily withdrawn from the Mizukage selection.

Ghost Dengxu looked at the document in his hand for a long time, and then looked at the appointment letter he just got today. After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind. Ghost Dengxu got up and took his resignation letter and headed towards the place where the elders of the village lived.

Mushu stared at Yagura standing in front of his wife's grave. If he didn't move, Mushu would naturally not move either.

At this time, Yagura stared at his wife's tombstone. The dates of birth and death on it were so eye-catching. He clearly promised to let this woman spend her life in peace, but in the end he still failed to protect her.

Yagura lowered his head and cried dry tears long ago. He looked at the paper in his hand that had been torn by the rain. The names on it were no longer clear. Yagura no longer cared about how many people were involved. In the end, these people were just A kind of deal between the elders and him, the name is just a number, to please him as a bargaining chip. In the end, the problem of the village itself is still these families.

Yagura looked at the rotten paper in his hand, and the muddy ink in front of each name. Even if outsiders could not identify it, as one of the top officials in the village, how could Yagura not recognize which families there were.

"I will avenge you." Yagura promised silently in his heart. Knowing that Mushu was on the tree not far behind him, Yagura naturally would not say these words.

Because he thought of Mushu, Yagura naturally thought of the scene of his battle with Mushu that day. Although he was defeated by Mushu that day, in the final analysis, he was too anxious, which led to a decline in physical strength and chakra, and he lost to Mushu.

But this did make Yagura notice a problem, that is, Mushu with two ninja swords was extremely difficult to deal with.

"Seven Ninja Swords..." Yagura seemed to have thought of something, and stopped standing in front of his wife's grave, but returned to the village.

That afternoon, a brand new document was issued in Mizukage's office, that is, the selection of seven people was about to begin.

All the ninjas are gearing up. After all, the so-called selection of the Seven Ninja Swords is often not based on strength. The compatibility between the individual and the sword has a very high ratio. After all, anyone who can be recognized and accepted by the Seven Ninja Swords must be quite talented. Even if the ninja's strength is really poor, with the cooperation of the ninja sword, it is not an opponent that ordinary jounin can handle.

The big sword, Samehada, and thunder sword in Mushu's hands were naturally recycled, but Mushu didn't remember it. After all, these two knives were dispensable to Mushu, especially Samehada, Mushu The compatibility with this knife is extremely bad. If it weren't for Mushu's forcible suppression, this knife would have run away long ago.

It is a pity for Mushu, Thunder Knife and Fang. After all, Thunder Knife and Fang has quite a wide range of uses, especially Mushu’s own fighting style. Once someone gets close, Mushu prefers to continuously weaken the opponent’s strength, so Thunder Knife ·The fang is a relatively useful weapon against Mushu.

Facing Mushu who lost two ninja swords, Fei Squid was very happy. He was even so happy that he did not take the initiative to communicate with Musu, for fear that Mushu would notice his overly excited state. As a very sensible ninja sword, Fei Squid Squid didn't want Mushu to have a bad impression of him.

"So, what are you planning to eat tonight?" Mushu patted Bo Squid, who was shivering in his knife bag. He didn't know why this guy was so excited, but he was trembling subconsciously.

"Grilled fish, boss!" Boiling Squid said and wrapped itself around Mushu's neck, rubbing against Mushu in a very uneasy manner.

"What's wrong? Why are you so clingy all of a sudden?" Mushu took the boiling squid off his neck and put it back into the knife bag. Because of the rain all day, Mushu's whole body was soaked and wet. Coupled with the feeling and the sticky boiling squid wrapped around his neck, Mushu felt that his skin was about to die of congestion and lack of oxygen.

"It's nothing, boss." Boiling Squid also sensed Mushu's discomfort, and very obediently stretched out two tentacles to rub Mushu's shoulders, "Boss, what should we do about our Taijutsu teacher?"

"Ah, you tell me this, Mr. Yuanshi is currently hospitalized, and I haven't had time to ask Teacher Qinghe." Mushu said, picking out a plump sea fish from the vendor, "But I already have a candidate."

Mushu bought two bottles of good wine from the store, carried the big fish and walked towards an elegant house in the village.

Although the house in front of Mushu was extremely majestic, it was deserted and no one came near it. The reason why was probably due to the ominous aura exuded by the owner and tenants in the house.

As soon as he walked to the door, the iron gate of the courtyard opened automatically. Mushu walked into the small courtyard in front of the house and saw that the courtyard was full of huge flowers.

"Kid, you are so brave!" A man sat on the steps in front of the door, staring at Mushu with only one eye.

"If you are timid, how can you be the captain of ANBU's pursuit of ninjas?" Mushu looked at the man in front of the door. He had long black hair, vertical braids and a long beard, thick lips and sharp teeth. The left eye was covered with a black cloth, and the head and neck were wrapped in bandages. When speaking, his eyes were fixed on the other person's eyes, and his hand was resting on an extremely weird knife on his leg.

"Hmm, kid, do you want to try my sword?" The man said and stood up. The scroll on the back of the sword was slightly opened, revealing the unique runes of the detonator inside.

"Muri Jinpachi-senpai, I'm not here to fight with you today, but to become your disciple." Mushu put the two bottles of good wine in his hands on the ground.

Seeing this, Muli Jinpachi also put away his explosive sword.

"Apprentice? I don't think there is anything in me that is worth learning from a genius ninja like you." They are both senior leaders of the village, and they are very familiar with each other. Although Mushu humbly calls him "senior", in fact Mushu He has been in ANBU much longer than him, and Muuri Jinpachi only became famous after obtaining the Ninja Sword in these years.

"Of course I'm not here to see Jinpachi-senpai, I'm here to see Kurisu Kushimaru-senpai."

The famous ruthless duo, Bakuto Murashi Jinpachi and Nagato Kuri Kare Kushimaru are very close friends.

No one wants to get close to the latter because of the crime of killing his teacher. On the contrary, Muuri Jinpachi, who likes big scenes, is very interested in his method of killing his teacher, and the two mentally ill guys often get together.

"Tsk, that's really unpleasant." As if sensing the contempt in Mushu's tone, Wuri Jinpachi couldn't help but snap his tongue, but in the end he gave up the idea of ​​fighting Mushu because of Mushu's reputation as a genius, " Kushimaru is probably practicing in the training ground now, so if you want to find him, just go there and look for him."

"I see, then thank you Jinpachi-senpai for the information." Mushu said, taking a bottle of good wine from the ground and turning around to leave.

"Hey! You guys don't think you can get rid of me with just a bottle of wine." Muuri Jinpachi waved the blasting knife in his hand unhappily. At this moment, he felt a sigh coming from his ears and tears flowing out of his cheeks. A trace of blood.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Putting the boiling squid back into the knife bag, Mushu still looked very humble and smiling.

"I will definitely kill you next time on the battlefield!" Muuri Jinpachi looked at Mushu's back without stopping, and was so angry that he actually waved a detonating knife in his yard, and soon there were bursts of explosions in the yard. The sound was heard, and the good wine Mushu gave him was also destroyed by him.

"I hope Kurikaru Kushimaru is also a good talker." Mushu thought as he headed towards the training ground.