I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"I……"

Sith's heart felt like a heavy blow, his whole body was tortured from his soul, and he felt an inexplicable suffocation.

"Sure enough, you are all the same. Even if you save me, you are actually just trying to feed me."

Her voice was low and her smile was a little sad. She was a ninja who had lost her hometown. Even if she died, her soul could not find a way home.

Sis didn't dare to lower his head. He was afraid that if he lowered his head, the fire in his chest would be unstoppable. He rubbed the red hair with his right hand, his voice had a rare tenderness,

"In this crazy world, don't people live to be used by others? Including me, including you, since you don't want to be a poor thing who can be sucked by others, then come and be my shadow. You are all being used by others, then Why can't the person who uses you be me?"

She kept raising her head upwards, wanting to imprint the face of Sith into her heart. Apart from this body, she had nothing to lose. She wanted to become stronger, she wanted to become stronger than everyone else. In order to change Strong, she is willing to do anything.

She wants to ask the world why she is the one suffering?

She has obviously never hurt anyone, but why does she still have to endure this kind of suffering when her family is gone and her clan is gone?

If this world can only bring her pain, then from now on, let the world feel pain! ! !

"Have you decided? I may not be able to give you a stable environment, or even let you live in the sun."

"Then can you make me stronger?"

"Well, I can at least teach you how to extract chakra."

"Okay then, I'll go with you."

"Do you have a name?"

"Nu, from now on, you can call me Uzumaki Wu. Apart from you, I have nothing now." She turned her head, and her ruby-like eyes met Sith's eyes. She seemed to have regained control of her life. direction.

The corners of Sith's lips curled up.

"It's really a middle-class name, but whatever you want!"

After saying that, Sith stood up from the ground, with Uzumaki hanging on his left arm, as if he couldn't feel the slightest weight.

"Hey, who are you?" A grass ninja suddenly appeared at the door. He glanced around and found two figures lying in a pool of blood, with split eyes. "Taro, why! You bastard, who are you? who?"

Sis hugged Wu and spun around in circles.

"As you can see, I'm just a wandering wanderer."

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

He roared in pain, pulled out the kunai from his waist, and rushed towards the Sith with a ferocious expression.

"Hmph." A nasal sound came from his nose, and the corners of Sith's mouth were raised high. Compared with Kusanagi, he looked like a polite gentleman. He held Uzumaki Mui in one hand and held the knife in the other, "Nu, I want to Do you want to see me dance?"

Uzumaki opened her eyes wide and nodded towards Sith. She actually wanted to see the strength of her new boss.

The Sith didn't hesitate, the darkness rose, the shadows drew the curtain for him, and the show began.

He stood up with his sword drawn, and the long sword drew a cold light. Even a ninja who had experienced many battles was as helpless as a baby in front of him. He only had time to scream, and blood spurted out from his neck.

Uzumaki looked at this scene, her heart was not shaken, this person had bitten her before, she had neither the sadness of someone's death, nor the pleasure of revenge, she was as alienated as two people. people of the world.

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

Whoosh—bang!

A firework rose in the sky, it was the signal flare of Kusanagi Village.

Sith hugged Uzumaki a little tighter, "How is it? Are you scared?"

Uzumaki shook his head, trying hard to smile.

"The worst outcome of being hunted is death, but sometimes death is a luxury for me."

Sisi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react.

"In that case, then I will take you out and let you taste the feeling of brushing against death."

The Sith's injuries were not completely healed, but the Country of Grass was not the Country of Earth, the Grass Ninja Village was not the Rock Ninja Village, and the two Jonin who occasionally appeared were not Lao Zi.

Not every small country is called the Country of Rain, and Sith is going to tell them this today.

Sometimes, the ninjas in the big ninja village and the ninjas in the small ninja village are completely different, even if they are the same number.

He stepped on his feet, and his slender body created a sonic boom in the air. Since he wanted a perfect curtain call, how could he not choose a big stage? It was not his place to perform a dance of blood and blades in the slums. Style, how about the rich area of ​​Kusakunin Village?

There are big shots in the mouth of the drug farmers, so they must like this intense and exciting closing performance.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, someone has invaded, someone has invaded, the other party is a ronin, he has robbed the valuable property of our Grass Ninja Village." An alarm sounded in the night sky, mixed with the shouts of the ninjas, just like the climax of a stage play.

More and more ninjas gathered from around, and the Sith did not pause or hesitate. As a ninja, from the moment he put on his forehead protector, he should have imagined the scene when he died.

"Who are you? A samurai from the Iron Kingdom?"

Another ninja fell down, with unwillingness still in his eyes. In his eyes, only the Kingdom of Iron still had such powerful warriors.

Sith shook his head, his eyes narrowed like a crescent moon.

"I'm sorry, I'm a wandering wanderer!"

There are more than a hundred enemies around, most of them are genin, the genin of the small ninja village.

The genin of the five major countries, except during the war years, are required to master at least one kind of three-kaya technique. As for the genin of the small ninja village, they are just a group of people who hold kunai and have initially mastered chakra.

"Art fire escape ho fireball!"

There was a loud shout not far away, and a huge fireball rushed towards him. After fighting for so long, Sith finally saw some decent ninjutsu.

The shadows around him were twisting.

"Shadow Jump!"

His body was covered by a vague shadow, and the long knife in his hand was illuminated bright red by the whistling flames. His body froze, and the tip of the knife pierced his heart in an instant.

"If you want to deal with me, you're not even close."

"Samurai, what are you doing? Does the Iron Kingdom want to start a war with us?"

Suddenly, a huge shuriken came through the air with an unparalleled edge, whipped by strong winds.

Sith frowned and hurriedly raised his knife to block. His body staggered and he took several steps back. He could not stop until he reached a pillar.

Big man?

With a raised beard, a middle-aged man with brown hair picked up the shuriken from mid-air. He is the leader and village head of Kusanagi Village, but he is Akiyama Yuuki who cannot be called a shadow.

His face was livid, his red eyes were staring at Sith's face, and he asked:

"Samurai, do you, the Iron Kingdom, want to launch a war against us?"