Ninja World: Pass Fire from Konoha

The wind and snow were getting stronger, and the biting cold wind carried the snowflakes, hitting their faces and causing pain to the Iron Kingdom warriors walking in the forest.

But compared to the physical pain, the mental humiliation was even more unbearable for them.

lost...

completely lost...

To their own embarrassment, in the later stages of the battle, they completely lost the courage to fight, fearful of the overwhelming strength of the "ninja demigod" Hanzo.

Fortunately, no matter what, Mifune-sama was lucky to survive.

In the middle of the team, Mifune was walking with a limp. After taking the antidote to detoxify the sansho fish, his strong physical fitness quickly allowed him to recover a little. Although he was still weak, he had already taken basic actions. ability.

Although his body was fine, his heart was very cold.

The battle between the Kingdom of Iron and Hidden Rain Village was undoubtedly lost.

As a defeated country, although he survived by luck, he was bound to sign many unequal treaties as compensation.

Silence lingers in the hearts of every Iron Kingdom warrior.

Suddenly, the samurai advancing in front stopped, which caused the rear to also come to a standstill.

"what happened?"

Mifune pushed aside the samurai blocking him and came to the front of the team.

But the scene that caught his eye made him shrink his eyes.

At the top of a big tree with only bare branches not far away, a silhouette in armor and holding a knife, covered in gray mist, stood quietly.

As the wind and snow approached him, it seemed to be affected by some invisible force and spread out, forming a strange-looking oval air cover.

An unspeakable atmosphere enveloped the scene.

"Who is your Excellency? Why are you blocking our way!"

Mifune took a deep breath and said loudly.

The aura on the opponent's body was hazy and elusive, making it difficult for him to estimate his strength. What's more, he was seriously injured now. If he could not do anything, it would be better not to do anything.

However, his words did not receive any reply. At the same time, a heavy sense of oppression appeared in the hearts of all the warriors present.

"Chong-"

The clear sound of the blade being unsheathed sounded.

Seeing the figure in gray mist armor not far away slowly drawing his sword, Mifune knew that the other party was obviously preparing to take action.

Not daring to be careless, he resisted the physical weakness and held the handle of the knife with his right hand, ready to strike with thunder at any time.

"call……"

The heavy snowflakes fell one after another, and in just an instant, the figure in the gray mist with the sword disappeared from everyone's eyes.

A frightening silvery white light shone, and the ten B-class samurai who were comparable to chunin standing behind Mifune had no time to react before bright blood blossoms exploded from their necks.

So fast!

The pupils shrank sharply, even turning into needle-point shapes, and sweat broke out in Mifune's right hand holding the katana.

As soon as the other party made a move, he had a preliminary judgment on its strength.

This is an existence whose physical skills are not inferior to those at his peak.

If he hadn't been injured, he would have been confident in fighting him.

But the problem is that he is now seriously injured, and the warriors behind him are also exhausted from a war.

The combat effectiveness is less than half of what it was in its heyday.

How to fight this?

While Mifune's mind was racing, the silver-white sword light flashed through the samurai team again, and another 10 samurai died under the sword, including even a seriously injured A-ji samurai.

The enemy's position could not be clearly seen, and they looked like ghosts. With just the flicker of the sword, ten of their companions died. An unprecedented sense of fear surged into the hearts of the samurai, after they had just been destroyed by Hanzo, the "ninja demigod". , the fighting spirit that had finally been gathered together suddenly collapsed.

Among the crowd, no one knew who dropped their weapons first and ran away in confusion. Then, almost all the warriors fled in all directions.

"Shhhh-"

Three more sword lights flashed, and Hinata Untaki forcibly spared the lives of about 2 samurai, including 30 A-level samurai. As for the others, they were too far away and there were no high-level samurai, so there was no way to pursue them. Value, just let them go.

The cold wind was cold, but it was far less than the sadness in Mifune's heart at this moment.

His hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, expressing both the anger of the tragic death of many warriors and the sadness in the hearts of the warriors who fled again.

He turned around and looked at the figure in gray mist armor standing next to the bloody warrior's corpse with his sword back in its sheath, and said in a hollow voice:

"You are the bounty ninja who has been assassinating our country's samurai during this period, the sword demon."

"You are very good, very good, very good, hehe, hehe, hehehe..."

At the end of the sentence, Mifune's voice was already crazy. He stared at the gray mist armored figure with bloodshot eyes, and said word by word:

"Here! Me! Die!"

With the roar, he rushed forward, the katana at his waist was instantly unsheathed, and the unparalleled sword-drawing Iai Slash appeared again. Only half of the blade was left without affecting its edge at all, pointing directly at the heart of the figure in gray mist armor. .

At this moment, Mifune's power and speed of drawing his sword and slashing were not inferior to those at his peak, or even better.

Hinata Untaki lowered his eyelids, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, and he couldn't see the joy clearly.

He has never been a good person, and he will not feel guilty about killing these warriors who have no grievances against him.

All disputes in this world stem from conflicts of interest.

He needed soul power, and killing these exhausted warriors would bring him a huge amount of soul power, so he chose to take action, that's all.

His right hand was holding the handle of the knife, and his eyes reflected the silver-white blade coming towards him.

Combat skill - [Iai], activate!

The extremely condensed spirit slows down the flow of everything in front of him. The air, cold wind, snowflakes, and the broken blades coming towards him are like a slow-motion movie, passing frame by frame.

"Chong!"

Exploding sparks flashed in mid-air. In the wind and snow, Hinata Yutaki and Mifune had exchanged positions at some point, and both of them remained motionless as they waved their swords.

After a few seconds, Hinata Yutaki slowly sheathed the sword and sheathed it.

He touched the wound on his neck where the skin was cut and blood was oozing out, and for the first time since he appeared here, he spoke:

"The legendary Iaizhan master is well-deserved."

After saying that, he walked away into the distance, and his body disappeared into the wind and snow.

Mifune stood there, blankly looking at the broken blade in his hand. Before he died, he finally sighed: "Sword Demon, Sword Demon..."

With a sigh, his body fell forward and hit the snow. The bright red blood dyed the ground into bewitching blood flowers.

General of the Iron Kingdom, S-class samurai, legendary Iai slayer master, Mifune, die!