Hashirama Reborn

Flames danced wildly in the night and raged in the thick smoke. The entire courtyard had been engulfed in a sea of ​​fire. Countless burning wood and charred soil were splashing everywhere on the ground. The firelight shone on the faces of everyone outside the courtyard, making their expressions extremely distorted. Fujita in the crowd showed a smug smile on his face, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Fujita smiled and gave an order: You just stay here and prevent the fire from spreading. Tomorrow morning, bring me the remains of the ninjas. After that, he turned around and tried to leave. However, a hot wave suddenly came, carrying choking smoke, blowing the soldiers who had just relaxed their vigilance all over the place. Coughing sounded one after another, and Fujita stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground in fear.

Snapped!

Fujita lay on the ground in a panic, coughing non-stop, but he was confused: Eh, it doesn't hurt? He looked up and saw that the soldiers around him were still shaking their bodies, and from time to time someone fell to the ground and shouted in fear.

The wind had stopped. What were they doing? Fujita had no time to vent his anger before he felt his body begin to shake uncontrollably. His face suddenly changed, and he touched the "ground" that was constantly rising and falling under him in panic. As the smoke gradually dissipated, a terrible scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

The courtyard that was engulfed by the raging fire was now tightly surrounded by countless thick branches. These branches were entangled together to form a huge tree cocoon, wriggling on the ground and continuously extending outward. The reason why everyone was shaking was that the ground under them had been filled with these branches at some point, as if they were standing on a dense forest.

Fujita gnashed his teeth and roared: Attack! Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and his skinny body was thrown into the gap by the undulating branches. His body was firmly bound and unable to move. Fujita wanted to call for help, but the feeling of suffocation could only make him gasp loudly.

Not only Fujita, but even those well-trained soldiers were at a loss in the face of this sudden change. They tried to chop with swords, burn with fire, and even tried to escape, but they could not get rid of these terrible branches. In the blink of an eye, all the soldiers were dragged into the trees and lost their ability to move along with Fujita. They could only roar in fear and unwillingness, and the sound echoed in the night sky, which was particularly shrill.

At this time, the wooden cocoon in the courtyard slowly opened, and the figures of Hashirama and his group appeared in the sight of Fujita and the soldiers. The soldiers who had lost their fighting consciousness muttered to themselves in horror: They are actually fine? !

This... this is simply a monster!

No, don't come over!

Hashirama looked coldly at the terrified crowd in front of him and said, "Mizunoe, are you going to continue?" ... No one spoke. Hashirama waited for a while and walked forward. In an instant, the soldiers shouted in fear and collapse.

Monster! Monster, don't come over here!

Please, don't come over here!

Let me go, don't kill me!

Fujita struggled hard, his old and flabby face was shrouded in the shadow of death. His original confidence had disappeared, leaving only panic, and he kept cursing: "How dare you, I am a minister of the Rain Country, you are attacking the Rain Country, the Rain Country will not let you go!" Seeing Hashirama approaching without hesitation, he turned to Mizunotsuki beside him and said quickly: Zhengjun, stop him quickly, you have accepted the commission, you must protect me!

Looking at the motionless Mizunotsuki, Fujita's eyes flashed with a fierceness, and he threatened sharply: "Don't forget, I paid you, you must protect me. Isn't the mission the most important thing for ninjas? Is the Mizunotsuki clan trying to lose all their employers now? !

Mizunotsuki was slightly agitated, and Mizunotsuki Masaru took a step forward subconsciously. Seeing this, Fujita's eyes flashed with joy, and he wanted to continue talking, but was interrupted by Hashirama, who said: From the moment you planned to kill Mizunotsuki along with his life, they could have given up the mission. You don't even care about other people's lives, so why do you have the confidence to ask them to risk their lives to protect you?

Fujita roared without any guilt: "It's because you want to assassinate me! If it wasn't for saving my life, how could I come up with such a plan? What's more, the life of a mere ninja is nothing compared to mine. I am a noble of the Rain Country! A minister of the Rain Country!"

Mizunotsuki lowered his head and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his feet stopped moving. Hashirama shook his head and said no more. He stood in front of Fujita, raised the kunai in his hand, and faced death. The fear in Fujita's heart surged like a tide. He struggled and tried to use money to save his life: I will pay double, no, I will pay ten times the money! As long as you don't kill me, I can give you everything you want!

No, I will give you half of all my property, as long as...

A burst of white light streaked across the sky like lightning. Fujita opened his mouth, as if he wanted to continue begging for mercy, but only a loud breath came out of his mouth, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. He lowered his head in confusion, and saw a red mark on his neck gradually getting bigger, like a blood-red snake slowly swimming. The surrounding soldiers shouted in panic, but their voices became so distant in Fujita's ears.

An inexplicable fear surged in Fujita's heart. He thought hesitantly, "Ah, my trachea has been cut." His consciousness began to blur, and finally he lowered his head weakly.

Hashirama ignored the screams around him and looked back at the tied-up Mizunotsuki youths. With a thought, the branches squirmed and released them. As soon as they regained their freedom, they evacuated to a corner of the courtyard with their injured companions and looked at Hashirama vigilantly.

Hashirama shrugged and said helplessly: You can leave now, don't worry, if I want to do anything, I won't let you go.

Mizunotsuki's expressions changed, but still did not take any action. Mizunotsuki Masaharu coughed twice and said: Senju, are you really willing to let us go?

Tobirama's expression changed and he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Hashirama's eyes. Hashirama nodded and looked at Mizunotsuki and the others with deep eyes. They looked at Hashirama with a complicated look, turned around and left quickly.

Tobirama rushed to Hashirama anxiously and whispered angrily: Brother, why did you let them go! They did it on purpose!

Hashirama smiled and put his index finger in front of his mouth, blinking his eyes quickly. Tobirama's anger stagnated and he subconsciously shut up. Hashirama watched Mizunoe leave, then turned to look at the soldiers who were still tied up.

He walked up to a burly man wearing a helmet and a mask, leaned close to the ear of the man who was gasping in fear, and whispered: If you want to live, make a deal with me. I can let all of you go, and you take me to find the remaining fuel and where the fuel was found. How about it?

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