People in the ninja world, interpreting the coming of the myth

The daimyo of the Fire Country cut his other wrist with his slender fingertips, and took out a small porcelain white bowl that he got from somewhere. The blood that dripped from the wound was placed in this bowl.

"Drink it, maybe you can still hold on until little Tsunade and the others arrive here, but if you refuse, then I'll sacrifice your head here."

The small porcelain white bowl filled with the blood of the Ghost King was thrown in front of Jiraiya. What was incredible was that the blood in the bowl did not splash out, but was held steadily as if by an invisible hand. Landed in front of Jiraiya.

Looking at the rippling blood of the Demon King in the bowl, Jiraiya couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He wanted to continue to rely on his mouth to delay time, but when he looked up and saw the blood-colored eyes of the Fire Country Daimyo flashing with murderous intent, , instantly trembled.

The other party is no longer joking. If he refuses now, the only thing waiting for him is death!

The Daimyo of the Fire Country did not urge Jiraiya to make a decision immediately, but generously gave him time to think: "Are you still thinking about it? Forget it, I will give you 3 minutes to think about it, and I will give you 3 minutes to think about it. Let the person next to you cut off your head with his own hands."

3 minutes, 180 seconds, a wash time.

Hearing the sound of the middle-aged man in samurai uniform drawing a sword next to him, Jiraiya felt anxious like ants on a hot pot.

If you drink it, you will become a cannibal; if you refuse, your head will be chopped off.

This is simply putting yourself in a dilemma!

As Jiraiya, who is determined to maintain peace in the ninja world, it is better to die directly than to become an evil spirit that brings trouble to the ninja world.

But when faced with the threat of death, who can die calmly and calmly?

Jiraiya's face was tangled and hesitant, looking at the blood in the bowl. It was an ominous thing full of curses and disasters, but it was also the only key to hope that could keep him alive.

Time passed bit by bit, and the three-minute countdown made Jiraiya feel like the days were passing by. His heartbeat in his chest was accelerating, and even his own heavy and rapid breathing was so clear to his ears.

At this moment, Jiraiya had never felt that life was so beautiful.

Listening to Jiraiya's heavy breathing, the Fire Country Daimyo began to urge: "Sa~ The time is almost up, start making your choice? Drink this bowl of blood and I will let you go, hurry up Just drink it..."

"Hurry up and make a choice, become a ghost and live, or be decapitated!"

Jiraiya lowered his head and asked in a slightly trembling tone: "If I really drink it, if I really become a ghost, will you really spare my life?"

Looking at Jiraiya who seemed to have made up his mind and asked in a pleading tone, the daimyo of the Fire Country raised his lips with a slight arc and said: "Yes, as the daimyo of the Fire Country, I guarantee that the Ghost King will be killed as soon as possible. Drink the blood!"

Jiraiya raised his head and refused righteously with a resolute and serious expression: "But I refuse! One of my favorite things, Jiraiya, is to say NO to self-righteous guys!!!"

The Daimyo of the Fire Country was stunned for a moment. Hearing Jiraiya's heroic words and his free and easy expression that didn't care about life and death, he couldn't help but cover his forehead with one hand and look up to the sky and laugh.

"As expected, Jiraiya, you are a very interesting boy. You are worthy of being Tsunade-chan's companion. I almost thought you were going to drink that bowl of blood just to survive."

After laughing, the Fire Country Daimyo felt much happier and showed a playful smile: "It's really a pity that you die like this, but I have no intention of letting you go!"

"Since you don't plan to take the initiative to become a ghost, let us help you become a ghost and feed him to drink."

The middle-aged man in samurai uniform nodded slightly, bowed his waist and picked up the small porcelain bowl containing the blood of the Ghost King on the ground. With his other hand, he grabbed Jiraiya's chin and squeezed it hard, directly squeezing Jiraiya's jawbone. Dislocated, he poured the bowl of bloody water into Jiraiya's mouth from ear to ear in one breath.

Jiraiya, who was force-fed the Ghost King's blood, retched and tried to spit out the blood and water he drank in his stomach, but to no avail.

The blood of the Ghost King quickly reacted with the body. Jiraiya's eyes were so wide that they were about to bulge. The whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. The skin of his body with bulging veins gradually turned red, and his body temperature soared. When the temperature reached [-] or [-] degrees, it almost felt like my body was about to melt, and I let out bursts of miserable wails of pain.

Staring intently at Jiraiya who had entered the ghost state, the Daimyo of the Fire Country smiled and said: "I'm really looking forward to it. When little Tsunade comes here and sees her companions turning into evil spirits, she chooses to do it for herself. Will the village kill Jiraiya, or will they be selfish to protect him?"

Looking at the Daimyo of the Land of Fire who was laughing and laughing on the throne above, the middle-aged man in samurai uniform said: "As a Daimyo of a country, you have such a bad taste. You actually like to watch this kind of plot where relatives and friends kill each other."

The Daimyo of the Land of Fire looked at the middle-aged man in samurai uniform and asked, "Ittosai, your disciple Ryunosuke was killed by them. How do you feel now? Don't you feel sad and angry?"

Ittousai replied with a cold face: "That's because Ryuunosuke's character is too fragile. He can't blame others for being killed. He obviously has stronger power than those people, but he didn't even kill a small gangster. Such a situation This guy is not worthy of being my disciple."

"You are really ruthless, Ittousai. No wonder you were replaced by the current general of the Iron Kingdom and expelled from the Iron Kingdom. Guys like you are unpopular." Listening to Ittousai's words, the name of the Fire Kingdom seemed to He said with a non-smile.

Ittousai said nothing, and looked at the Fire Nation daimyo who was mocking him with an expressionless face, completely unmoved.

At the same time, Jiraiya's screams gradually weakened, the body's high fever temperature gradually dropped back to its original normal temperature, and his red skin also turned into its original dark yellow color.

The strong chains binding his body broke apart inch by inch, and Jiraiya, who had regained his freedom, slowly got up and looked at his current body, which seemed to be no different.

His eyes quickly passed over the Fire Nation daimyo on the throne and Ittousai next to him. He calmly considered the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Jiraiya resisted the urge to take action and jumped with a few ninjas, turned around and fled from the palace.

Looking at the unhurried daimyo of the Land of Fire, Ittosai asked: "The prisoner escaped, aren't you going to catch him again?"

"There is no need to do anything unnecessary. That guy has turned into a ghost. He is the mortal enemy of ninjas and even all mankind. He is destined to stand in our camp."