The Thousand Faces of Konoha's Weird Man

78 The beginning of the outbreak

The cold blade and the rusty smell of blood were so close to him.

For the first time, Zoji truly felt what the breath of death was.

This may be the fate that every ninja needs to face. In the years since he came to the world of Naruto, he may have already thought of such an ending, but it was not until he faced the current situation that he knew that he was not ready after all.

Just like those keyboard warriors who hide behind the computer screen, they are mentally retarded and imbecile when they open and close their mouths. They feel that they are superior to others, but when things happen to them, their performance may be even worse. What they are best at is acting as God, criticizing everything they can't understand from the perspective of omniscience and omnipotence.

Looking back at his life, Zoji couldn't help but laugh.

Why am I not a keyboard warrior?

I always think that the person who travels through time is the pride of heaven. The tiger's body shakes, the bastard spirit is revealed, the younger brother kneels down, the beautiful woman sleeps with him, the blood inheritance limit, high-level ninjutsu, and the immortal mode are just things that can be easily captured. Everything, Everything should be smooth sailing.

Many successful people like to say that my success is due to my own efforts.

But damn, don’t forget other people’s evaluations of him. Such-and-such’s success story is just an example and cannot be copied.

This is luck. You can't just grab it if you want to, nor can you succeed if you work hard.

Sakichi's experience in Konoha over the years is that just wanting the nourishment of life is already very difficult.

But now, in order to survive, it is even more necessary to work hard.

Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu are the only people who have vanished into ashes while talking and laughing.

Saki is just a human at this moment, he can be desperate and nervous.

The tumbling blade was getting closer and closer to his face. What Saki could think of now was not a defensive counterattack, but just relying on instinctive avoidance.

Trying to mobilize the muscles in his waist, he wished he was a laptop and could fold it whenever he wanted. The electrical signals from the brain are transmitted along the nerves to the lower body. The muscles slowly squirm in accordance with the commands of the brain, and the waist is slightly bent. With the action of the tendons, Zoji's back stretches, the muscles on the shoulders bulge, and the neck is lifeless. He leaned back and his spine was stretched to the limit.

The hormones all over the body have soared to the limit of life.

Time no longer passes by second by second, but by frame by frame.

Faster and faster

Unfortunately, the cruel reality is that the opponent's blade comes faster. Yubari narrowed the distance of the battle to such a level that they were face to face, and there was no room for Saki to dodge. If this long-planned blow failed, you would let the faces of the candidates of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen hit. Where to put it

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The sound of the sword spinning through the air kept hitting Zoji's eardrums, and it was already too late.

A hint of coolness came from the tip of Zoji's nose, and a trace of blood was already glimpsed under his pupils. The tip of his nose had just had a close contact with the opponent's blade.

The target of the opponent's broadsword was obviously only Sakichi's tall nose. Seeing that the broadsword had arrived at the intended attack area, Yubari, with a ferocious look on his face, pressed the blade down hard.

This is to split Saki's head in two

Desperate Saki closed his eyes. He was not Sakon and Ukon, and he did not have two heads to be chopped off. He was not Orochimaru, and it would be fine if his head was chopped off. He was even less Itachi Uchiha. What was chopped off was not an illusion, but a real one. A truly righteous person.

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With a crisp sound, Zoji's head shook violently like a grate sifting rice. The buzzing in his ears and the nausea caused by the destruction of the balance of ear water did not affect Zuoji's judgment at this time. I am not dead.

Being able to sense abnormal conditions in the body is in itself a very telling thing.

I managed to open my eyes, but everything I saw was shaking.

However, this does not affect Zoji's current mood. The happiness of escaping from death is filling his body.

There wasn't even a trace of blood on the sword that flew high, but a little further away, Yubari's face was filled with surprise.

There was a splash of water, and Zoji, who wanted to roll like a donkey, was out of the opponent's attack range.

Someone who was trying to catch his breath to relieve the pain caused by excessive adrenaline secretion suddenly felt something peeling off his face.

Gudong, gudong. Two sounds.

Something sank into the water, and from the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of two symmetrical pieces of gray-white metal.

"Ridachi Mikazuki Helmet" touched the faint dent on his forehead, and Saki suddenly understood what had just happened.

Yubari tried hard to press the blade down, and Sakichi tried his best to tilt his head back. The final result was that Yubari was unable to open the gourd directly on Sakichi's head, and Sakichi could only use his forehead to meet the blade in embarrassment. Fortunately, the Ritate Mikazuki Helmet, an heirloom of the Hidaka family, played its role. Although it was split in half by the sword, it protected Sakichi's head well.

This is Sakichi's luck and Yubari's misfortune.

Things that can become heirlooms are naturally not ordinary, especially weapons and armors. Their durability is the first issue they need to consider.

Although the Ritate Mikazuki Helmet has suffered some damage over the years, the essence of the helmet has not changed and it is still an important piece of armor used to protect the head. Without those complicated decorations, it returns to its original nature, saving Zoji's life at the most critical moment in his life.

It seems that even objects have emotions. Saki uses it as a carrier of longing to accompany his first friend day and night, and it also contributes its own life when Saki needs it.

Of course, achieving this kind of nonsense-like luck also requires Yubari's cooperation.

Although his sword does not have many mysterious functions of the beheading sword, the gap is not very big in terms of killing people. The sharp blade can easily cut off the opponent's bones, and can easily break through the ninja's vest, even without much force.

It's just that he didn't expect that Saki's tattered helmet, which looked ordinary, had such strong properties.

The blame is only on the attack method I chose. Close combat is not suitable for huge weapons to take advantage of themselves, and the downward attack method does not give the Ninja Sword enough penetrating power.

The two of them cooperated, and finally wrote this wonderful drama of escaping from death.

"You're a lucky guy," he spat viciously, and Yubari's just-soothed mood became irritable again. For people like them, there is nothing worse than letting the prey escape their control when they are about to kill someone.

But it doesn't matter. If you can't kill your opponent with one knife, then use another knife. There will always be one knife that can kill him.

What's more, Zoji's eyes not far away were dull, and he obviously hadn't recovered from the impact just now.

Yubari, who was dragging a big sword, also took off his mask, put on a ferocious expression, and walked towards Sakichi step by step.

"Come and see what else can save your life."

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The broadsword struck with anger, cut through the air, and slashed towards Zoji's head again. With such power, even with the protection of Ritate Mikazuki Helm, Saki would only be split in half.