Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yahiko disappeared.

Although the lights above illuminated everything in the room clearly, few children could see clearly how Yahiko moved, and only a handful of children had time to see a dark shadow with their peripheral vision.

Until Yahiko's figure appeared in front of Yoshitaka, the bamboo sword in his hand burst into flames.

As if there was still a trace of reason in his mind, the bamboo sword, which was as thick as a wrist but had no edge, fell down and struck Yilong in front of him with a scream.

Bang! !

There was a dull sound in the gym, and dozens of children exclaimed.

Seeing that Yilong was like a rag doll filled with sand, he was directly knocked out and hit the wall of the classroom before stopping.

The Chinese character "Dao" hanging on the wall was knocked off, covering Yilong who slipped from the wall to the ground. The only thing exposed from the Chinese character was his arm and the broken bamboo he was holding tightly in his hand. sword.

Three meters away, Yahiko maintained the movement of drawing the sword, and the bamboo sword in his hand was only half in half. The fracture was densely covered with burrs, and the black marks of burnt marks and white smoke were clearly visible.

There is no doubt that Yilong was beheaded.

Although he was able to block the bamboo sword directly in front of him at the last moment, if Yahiko was holding a real sword, the blow just now would only cut off his torso and arms.

"call!"

Yahiko put away the bamboo sword in his hand and slowly exhaled a stream of white mist. A trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes: "I agree."

There was silence in the classroom. Everyone was still immersed in the blow just now, and no one had realized what happened.

What was that burning crimson blade just now?

Some kind of fire escape ninjutsu?

Impossible, Yahiko did not form a seal.

clap clap!

There was applause in the dead-silent classroom.

After everyone came back to their senses, they looked subconsciously and saw Yun Chuan smiling gently and applauding, and applause started one after another.

The children stared at Yahiko holding a sword with gleaming eyes, as if they had known him for the first time even though they had known him for a long time.

Nonoyu quietly walked to the banner on the ground, opened it with two fingers, checked Yilong's breathing and condition, and finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

She lowered her head and glanced at the clothes on Yilong's body. The clothes on her chest had exploded, leaving a strip of slight burn wounds.

Yahiko's sword struck him in the chest, and the huge external force caused him to suddenly suffer from heart palpitations, which caused cardiogenic syncope.

"Huh?" Nonoyu frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Logically speaking, with the physical quality of this teacher Yilong, even if he fainted due to such an injury, he should wake up soon.

Could it be that he was interrupted by Yahiko and passed out without even taking a breath?

Thinking of this, Nonoyu suddenly smiled inexplicably.

But it's not a big problem, he probably just got knocked unconscious.

"A few people will come and send Teacher Yilong to the infirmary."

Yunchuan also came over at this time. After seeing Nonoyu nodded to him, he picked a few strong children and said with a smile: "Although it is just a temporary syncope, we still need to check it carefully. If something goes wrong... not good."

After saying that, he glanced down slightly and met a pair of depressed eyes.

"..." As if he realized that he had been discovered, Yilong, who was lying on the corpse, closed his eyes instantly.

There is no way, I really can't afford to lose this person.

"Breath of the sun?" Yilong thought with a complicated mood, "Is this the real skill?"

It goes without saying that Yunchuan must have taught him the moves that kid used just now.

It seems that it is a technique used to strengthen the cardiopulmonary function, thereby absorbing a large amount of oxygen in a short period of time, greatly increasing the physical ability in an instant, and thus temporarily possessing super physical fitness.

In other words, when killing Musashi, Kumokawa did not try his best at all.

The opponent simply relied on the pure concept of swordsmanship and defeated the former "Sword Master" just like the pure samurai and swordsman he once was.

Just like Yumikawa said to him Yoshitaka in Yuyin Village.

'For a swordsman, it doesn't matter what he did, whose head he cut off, how many legs and feet he cut off, these things have no meaning. What gives them meaning is the person wielding the sword. '

'If you wield the sword for justice, then the head will be cut off for justice. If you wield the sword for hatred, the head will be cut off for revenge. The more it is for justice, the more determined the knife will be to cut off the head. The more it is for revenge, the more the knife will be used to cut off the head. The more fierce it becomes. '

'The old man was once called the strongest swordsman because he drew his sword for victory. In order to maintain the title of number one, he could not retreat, he could only kill people, faster and faster, moving forward in an unstoppable manner, using all possible means. . '

'The same goes for me. In order to kill my enemies, I have tried every means to set up traps, using the corpses of their companions as bait, then slashed through the rain curtain with one knife, chopped off their heads heartily, and fed their corpses to wild dogs. Let their teachers rage with incompetence. '

'It is a very bad thing to wield a sword without purpose or belief. Only with belief can you be purer and make further progress. '

'And Musashi is old. Maybe he can still wield the sword, but he has lost the desire and belief to wield the sword. A sword without desire and belief is like an eagle without wings. That kind of thing can't do anything. . '

'You should have noticed, right? Follow a guy like this and your faith will rot and your knife will become dull. '

'So, follow me, the world may change, but I remain the same. '

Yunchuan's gentle voice full of pride seemed to still be echoing in Yilong's ears at this moment.

Beliefs and desires?

Consistently?

Yilong seemed to have thought of something, and smiled in his heart.

To be honest, I can't see what Yunchuan has any desire for.

Female lust? Kumokawa did not raise slaves and concubines at home like the daimyo did.

wealth? Building such a city would probably consume all the inheritance left by his father.

status? The other party did not try to seize power after killing Musashi, but took away some of the rain ninja who were willing to follow.

But it was this performance that made Yilong more and more certain that what Yunchuan wanted was far beyond imagination.

If you don’t seek small profits, you must have a big plan!

"Then let's give it a try." Yilong was inexplicably excited, "How far can you go like this?"

But the next moment, his thoughts were interrupted, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled sound.

Four students, including A She, trotted up to him, not caring about the identity of Yilong's injured person. They each raised one arm and another, muttering to themselves about the "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" He carried Yilong and ran out of the classroom in a hurry.

After a few people left, Xiaonan hung the calligraphy and painting with the elegant word "道" on the wall again, and stood quietly behind Yunchuan.

"Sorry, old...teacher, I was too harsh." Yahiko said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter." Yun Chuan picked up the broken bamboo sword from the ground, ran his fingers over the stubble on it and said with a smile, "Teacher Yilong is tolerant and will not care about this."