The Thousand Faces of Konoha's Weird Man

35 night tour

"sucking"

In the crystal clear glass test tube, there is a red solid that has been frozen into ice slag. The hexagonal prism-shaped crystals attached to the wall of the test tube are like blood-red gems.

As these crystals entered the mouth of the wretched man, a sense of satisfaction from the soul burst out from the inside out, and his face was filled with a look of intoxication. The crystals gradually melted due to the temperature of his mouth, and the residue that was not swept into his mouth quietly transformed into another form. Some scarlet liquid gradually dripped down the corners of his mouth, and the room was filled with a lingering smell of rust.

"It's a bad start." Not seeing the expression he expected from the wretched man's face, Lord Nakayan picked up a pen and directly crossed out the name on the raft that was the same as the name on the glass test tube, "Continue But your technique is not reliable after all."

"Lord Kujo, you should have confidence in me after we have cooperated for so long. What I use is the forbidden technique of the evil god. You must have some respect for the evil god. What's more, your plan is like a lottery. Now It’s just that when it’s time to draw the lottery, it’s definitely a good thing if you win, but even if you don’t win, it’s just something you expected.”

"You see clearly." At Kujo Kunimitsu's signal, the wretched man then swallowed the crystals in the second test tube.

"No response again?"

The atmosphere of disappointment continues to permeate the house. Just like what the wretched man said, Kujo's plan is obviously a small probability of success. This result is probably the correct way to open it.

As the number of test tubes in the metal box was decreasing, the disappointment in someone's heart was also gathering. Finally, when the eighth test tube was reached, something changed.

The frost covered the test tube so tightly that through the cracks in the frost, one could see the word "日" written on the note attached to the test tube. The lower part was no longer legible. When the wretched man poured the crystal into his mouth and slowly enjoyed it, his tongue suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, and then the wretched man's eyes suddenly opened.

"Yes, I have a reaction." Kujo Kunimitsu leaned out of the table with a happy face.

"Yes, the owner of this blood sample is nearby. Based on the distance, he should be in Konoha." It turned out that these test tubes were filled with frozen blood.

"Is this the eighth sample?" Kujo said to himself, and he suddenly became energetic like a shot of chicken blood. Then he frantically flipped through the paper items he carried in his luggage, "Here, here, here, I remember it was here.”

The sound of flipping through papers continued. Even after the wretched man drank the remaining two tubes of blood and quietly came to Kujo's side, the excited guy still didn't distract even a little bit.

As time passed by, the fingers that kept flipping the paper finally touched the hard seal, and Kujo's lowered head finally lifted up: "Is it over yet?"

This sentence is directed at the wretched man.

"Ah."

Obviously, the remaining two samples did not surprise them again.

Closing the page with satisfaction, Kujo was very satisfied with the result: "Finally, I didn't return in vain, and I finally gave an explanation to His Highness."

After thinking for a while, Kujo issued another order: "Go down and tell the people in Konoha that we are going to the village now. You can take me to see that guy. Remember, to appear more casual, determine the target first. Let’s find another time to get in touch.”

"It's an adult"

Soon, under the moonlight, a group of four people started wandering around the streets of Konoha. At this time, only izakayas and some specialty restaurants are open.

However, Kujo was obviously not in the mood to taste Konoha's special delicacies, but he could only pretend to be interested.

He was like a puppet with strings pulled, following the wretched man's "finger", wandering wantonly along the streets.

"What do they want to do?" The ones responsible for the security mission of the Fire Nation tonight were Yamashiro Aoba and Shiranui Genma. The former was quite puzzled by the behavior of Kujo and the others.

"As long as they don't go to places they shouldn't go, everything else has nothing to do with us." Shiranui Genma, holding a thousand books in his mouth and looking carefree, didn't have any special emotions, except for occasionally complaining about having to squat on the roof late at night. Other than that, I am quite satisfied with this leisurely job.

What's more, he and Yamashiro Aoba are not the only two teams responsible for protecting the Daimyo envoys around here. The group of ANBU people are also squatting in some invisible corners, quietly paying attention to the situation here, and there are even Danzo's men.

"I think they won't go to any sensitive places." Yamashiro Aoba, who has followed Kujo for several times, judged this, because they were heading towards the outskirts of Konoha Village, and were even about to reach their own. Near the residence, the most "famous" specialty in this area is probably the "bachelor".

"If they don't have any special hobbies, it seems like they are just taking a walk."

"It's just that guy looks weird." The guy Yamashiro Aoba was talking about was the wretched man.

"Have you seen it before?" The way the wretched man walks is indeed a bit strange. After all, few people will repeatedly stick out their tongues in weird ways while walking. Are you trying to spy on Orochimaru? But getting used to this kind of thing is inherently strange. There are even people who like to eat their own noses, so Shiranui Genma is not prepared to comment much on the behavior of lewd men. The only thing he was worried about was that this wretched-looking guy might be some unknown traitorous ninja.

If Kujo was also a victim who was kept in the dark, then whether something happened to him or Konoha at this point in time, the group of ninjas responsible for security work would not be able to escape responsibility.

Thinking about this, Shiranui Genma felt nostalgic for the era of the Uchiha Guards. At that time, it seemed that his group only needed to focus on daily tasks, but now they often have to deal with all kinds of chores, which is really troublesome. .

While Shiranui Genma's mind was spinning, Yamashiro Aoba also sorted through his memories, but did not find any useful clues.

The IQ of ninjas who are good at illusions is not too low. After all, weaving dreams requires strong memory and logical thinking ability. Since there is no such guy in my memory, then there must be a natural incompatibility between the two. This guy's aura Yamashiro Aoba instinctively felt disgusted.

"It doesn't look like a powerful character, and I don't remember where I've seen such a guy."

"For safety reasons, I will still report this situation to the Third Generation and suggest that the ANBU investigate this guy."

"You guys are still so careful."

"After all, as the eldest brother, I need to take care of you rough guys."

While observers from above are inspecting their targets, the targets are naturally staring at them.

"They can't discover your technique, right?" Kujo Kunimitsu was still a little worried. Guys who like to do small tricks are always cautious.

"Please rest assured, Lord Kujo, that my power comes from the evil god, and the evil god does not exist in this world at all, and my technique is not a traditional escape technique, and it does not rely on chakra to operate. Since there is no flow of chakra, So even the best sentient ninja can't see what I'm doing."

The voices of the two were so low that even the attendant not far behind them could not hear what they were saying.

After being comforted, Kujo put his heart back into his chest a little, and they continued to move towards the goal.

Soon they arrived at the place perceived by the wretched man: "This is it, Lord Kujo."

"I know, you can slow down, but don't stop." When passing by this apartment, Kujo glanced at it with the corner of his eye, but unfortunately he didn't see the last name he remembered. "We will investigate tomorrow. He Which room do you live in?"

"Yes, Kujo-sama then"

"Leave the rest to me. I will definitely take him with me when I leave Konoha."

ps: After seeing the plagiarism of the I Am Not the God of Medicine poster, I realized that it is so easy to be an artist nowadays. You can copy here and there, and you can easily find inspiration by going to B.com. I watched another video in the evening. The neon songs of the 1970s supported Hong Kong. It turns out that many of the songs I listened to before were covers. Hey, it's good that the Internet is developed, but it's really boring when the Internet is developed.