The King of Fighters

The war came and ended quickly, and the only thing left might be the pictures left in the memory of the survivors and the grief-stricken memories of their families.

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Konoha No. [-] and No. [-] Ninja Combat Units Joint Camp, outside the tent where the medical unit belongs.

As soon as Minato Namikaze returned to the camp, he would take Dao and others here, and then went to the command post to report the mission.

With a knife on his face, a piece of gauze was leaning against the pillar outside.

Looking at the busy Konoha ninjas in front of him, his eyes with knives floated a little, he was stunned and questioned himself in his heart.

Regret?

Maybe not!

No matter if Namikaze Minato can come or not, you will never regret bringing a knife!

if you can do it again

If he could, Dao thought he would turn on ex mode as soon as the battle started, and that way, the war would be over soon.

Bantaro and the others won't die either

"Bring a knife, come with me." Just when the knife was fascinated, Minato Namifeng came over.

"Ah? Hello, Minato-senpai." Bringing the knife back to his senses, he responded, hesitated for a while, and then tentatively asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Hey, Jiraiya-sensei wants to see you," Minato Minato Namikaze replied.

"Master Jiraiya?"

Seeing what he was doing, Jiraiya brought this doubt with a knife, and followed Minato Minato to Jiraiya's tent.

As soon as he entered, a large and thick figure came into view.

The movement of the curtain being lifted caught Jiraiya's attention, he put down the document in his hand, raised his head and looked over, his eyes lit up, he immediately got up and leaned over, very skillfully pressing a knife on the knife. On his head, he said carelessly, "Bring a knife, nice job!"

"Master Jiraiya."

I had seen Jiraiya when I was in swaddling with the knife, and was hugged by the other party. Although I didn't do anything to shoot from the face, the sense of familiarity was still there.

Whether it's animation or reality, this is a person to be respected!

Although the other party didn't know that he remembered him, he still stood up straight with the knife and responded respectfully.

"Don't be so restrained, I hugged you when you were a child." Zilai also seemed to be recalling, staring at the knife for a long time, shaking his hand, and said.

With a knife, he didn't make a sound, kept his posture, and waited for the other party's next words.

"take it."

I saw Jiraiya also turned around, took a short knife from the table and handed it over, and said with a smile, "I heard that your short knife was damaged on the battlefield. I happen to have one here and give it to you."

"Thank you, Lord Jiraiya!"

I took the short knife with the knife and waved it a few times subconsciously. Although it is not made of chakra metal, it is still smooth, and because it is not a chakra metal, the quality is much higher, so I immediately said thanks , and then put the short knife into the scabbard and tied it to the back.

"Ah."

Zilai also nodded and smiled, and continued, "Don't be so polite, by the way! Come out with me, I have something to tell you."

After saying that, Jiraiya greeted Minato Namikaze beside him and left the tent.

Standing on the spot with a knife, looking at the empty tent, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he sighed helplessly. Although he felt very confused, he still chose to follow him out.

After a while, the three of them came straight to an open space in the center of the camp. The arrival of the three people attracted the attention of many Konoha ninjas, and all of them surrounded them at the same time.

"Come on with the knife, attack me!" Zilai also looked at the situation around him, nodded secretly, then moved his wrist, stared at the knife with a tight eye, and said solemnly.

"??"

Oitao was stunned for a moment, then looked left and right, and found that Minato Minato was staring at him and nodded with a smile on his face. He was about to ask, but the latter just made a refueling gesture at Oitao.

With a knife, he had no choice but to focus his eyes behind Jiraiya with a confused look, looking at the other party's serious eyes, pointing to himself, after confirming that it was correct, he asked inexplicably, "Lord Jiraiya, what is this? ?"

"Attack me!" Jirai did not answer, but repeated it again.

"call!"

Unsure of the situation, the knife took a deep breath, and decisively took out the newly acquired short knife, and quickly entered the fighting state.

After waiting for a long time, Zilai also launched an attack without seeing it. With the knife, he immediately understood and thought about it in his heart.

It is estimated that it is an assessment, after all, many elders like to come to this set.

What an old toothless routine!

But why choose a place with so many people?

With this doubt, Dao Dao sneered at the belly, and tightened the short knife in his hand. An explosion broke out under his feet, and he rushed over quickly, shouting in his mouth, "In that case! Then I'll go up, and I'll invite you, sir. Sorry!"

"Come on!" Jiraiya responded loudly with his eyes tightly focused on the body with the knife.

"Whoosh!"

The figure with the knife arrived in an instant, and with a twist of the wrist, the short knife was held upside down in one hand, hidden by the side, and when it was close to Jiraiya, it took advantage of the situation.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, with the knife, he only saw Jiraiya's arm gently wave, and then his wrist suddenly hurt, and he almost couldn't hold the short knife in his hand.

"not good!"

With an alarm bell in Dao's heart, he exclaimed, and quickly turned his body to the side, using the left foot as the axis, the right foot quickly pulled up, and with the help of centrifugal force, he fiercely kicked it.

"boom!"

Jiraiya lifted his leg with ease, and firmly supported the foot. With the knife, he hurriedly exerted force, and his entire body quickly popped out. He landed with two backflips in the air, and propped up with one hand, and his body slipped back. After a while, he stabilized his body.

"Is this the Sannin?"

He raised his head with the knife and looked at Jiraiya who was motionless in the same place. The pressure doubled in an instant, and the pride in his heart that had just risen on the battlefield in the rock forest disappeared all of a sudden.

Although Dao Dao didn't explode with all his strength, Jiraiya must also have a playful mentality.

But it was just a fight, and the opponent didn't even blink.

The pressure Jiraiya put on him made him suddenly return to the feeling when he was training with Hatake Sakumo, as if every movement of his own was completely seen through by the other party.

"Is this not going to work?" Zilai also raised his eyebrows, looked at the hesitant swordsman, and shouted slightly mockingly.

"Humph!"

With the knife, he tightened his aching wrist. Although he knew that Jiraiya was irritating him, he was still a little unhappy, snorted coldly, and rushed up again.

This time, the movement with the knife was exactly the same as last time. Seeing this, Jirai shook his head and said, "I use the same move twice, and it's still useless. That's what Sakumo taught you before?"

With a knife, he didn't answer. Of course, he knew that using the same move twice would be useless, so

I saw the moment when the knife was about to approach Jiraiya, the palm loosened, the short knife fell naturally, the body turned, and the left hand just held the handle of the short knife, turned over and chopped.

Left hand knife!

Butterfly Fan!

cut!

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This series of transformations with the knife not only escaped the palm of Jiraiya, but also jumped up, reaching a height equal to Jiraiya.

The newly acquired short knives were swapped left and right, and when they crossed their heads and lowered their heads behind them, the blades "buzzed" in the air. According to the method of Shiranui, they raised them high, and then slashed along the way!

"Ok?"

Jiraiya's hand was empty. He didn't intercept the right hand with the knife like the first time. He was slightly surprised. The sound of the blade still caught his attention, and his eyes followed.

Seeing this, Jiraiya's heart was immediately filled with surprises, and the surprise brought by the knife seemed to be not bad.

However, although the change of moves was still quite lively, it did not exceed Jiraiya's expectations.

I saw his other hand protruding quickly, accurately blocking the path of the knife with the knife, firmly grasping the left hand with the knife and holding the knife, and then began to quickly recover that hand, and then punched, the target. Point directly at the waist with the knife.

"boom!"

This punch was also blocked by the knife. Although he was in the air and couldn't move his body, the knife decisively raised his knee and hit the fist with his knee. He directly confronted Zilai.

"Good response!"

Ji Lai also grinned and praised loudly.

"It's not over yet!" Dao Dao grunted, and then the anti-shock force quickly retracted his knees, and then his feet clinged to Zi Lai's arms, twisting violently.

"hiss!"

In the end, it was just an arm. Under the strangulation with the huge force of the knife, Jiraiya could not help but let go of the hand holding the knife in pain.

"coming!"

Dao Dao's eyes lit up, and his free hand quickly pressed on the top of the hilt, and then slammed into Jiraiya's armpit.

"good."

Zilai's eyes lit up, and he muttered in his mouth.

The brief discomfort was quickly suppressed by him, the arm violently exerted force, the palm of the hand gripped back, and one clamped the arm with the knife, and the blade originally aimed at Jiraiya's armpit also stopped.

The opponent is one of the three ninjas, and the real combat power has already reached the ceiling of this era. Of course, with a knife, he will not think that he can win the opponent by relying on this change.

"drink!"

At the moment when the arm with the knife was caught by Jiraiya again, he immediately released his left hand, and the right hand that was originally pressed on the handle of the knife grasped the handle of the knife and stabbed straight again.

At the same time, his legs were not idle, he aimed straight at Jiraiya's neck, groaned, the muscles on his thighs tightened, and then kicked down hard.

"boom!"

Jiraiya raised the other hand quickly, grasped the sole of the knife with precision, and released the hand holding the arm with the knife, so that the knife lost its focus, and then threw it vigorously, and the knife was given to the knife. Throwing it out, it cracked the straight stab with the knife very easily.

"Good boy!"