[Naruto] Warrior of Love Uchiha

I picked a good time to do it.

Before I acted, the Inokacho squad was dispatched for revenge. In order to prevent Shikamaru and the others from being damaged due to insufficient strength, Kakashi also left the village as a temporary guide.

Tianzang is still in charge of supervising Naruto's practice, and Teacher Lujiu is giving me free-range education.

No one will know what I did.

No one can stop me from doing what I want to do.

The long night is over, and the sky has a pale light.I restrained my breath and quickly passed through the bushes.

If Danzo is a mystic who has no partner or children and has no relationship with other people except his roots, I have to go undercover for two years to track and excavate his related information.Then the information about the two consultants who have lived in Konoha all their lives, grew up here, and rooted here is more like a piece of information that has been made public.

Among the two Hokage consultants, I chose to attack Zhuanzhu Xiaochun first.

One of the disciples of Koharu's Second Hokage, who was married to an ordinary Jonin in his early years, and had a son and a daughter.After her husband died on the battlefield, her children also died one after another.

Even if the widowed old lady died at home, no one would immediately notice anything unusual.

It's easier to get it than Mitomen Yan's big family that has given birth to grandchildren.

The early morning sun climbed into the sky from the other side of the horizon, and the old man who had a light and short sleep had already opened his eyes at the same time as dawn.I saw through the window that the old lady turned around to pour hot tea, and I immediately stepped on the foothold on the outer wall and turned in from the unlocked window on the second floor.

It landed on the floor without a sound, and I drew out the dagger that came out from the root Anbu I had killed.

Naturally, this thing is not as sharp as the Kusanagi Excalibur, but in this special situation, it is quite convenient to use the straight-edged short knife uniformly distributed by Anbu as a murder weapon.

I took the knife and went downstairs quickly.

The first cup of hot tea in the morning was put on the table just after drinking half of it, and a thin tea stem stood up in the cup.Turning to bed Xiaochun was facing away from me at the moment, staring intently at the pot of miso soup on the stove. The soup boiled and brought the salty smell to all parts of the room.

I go forward.

The old lady who was concentrating on cooking seemed to be aware of it and turned her head. I took a wrong step and walked around to the corner of Xiaochun, and covered her mouth and nose tightly with one hand, in case there was any sound that would disturb others. , with the other hand resting on her exposed throat with a dagger.

The metal soup spoon fell to the ground with a "squeak", and even the small dishes for tasting the taste rolled away all the way.

Turning to Sleep Xiaochun tried to struggle a few times, and when she found that she couldn't break free, a very low cry for help overflowed from her throat.

I changed my position and loosened the grip on her slightly, but I didn't let go of the hand covering her mouth.The weak old lady turned her head cautiously, and her eyes widened in disbelief in my gentle smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Advisor."

I laughed so hard that my eyes became two thin lines.

"Say hello to the third generation for me."

Cut his throat with a knife.

Blood squeezed out from the broken throat and sprayed into the boiling soup pot.The tofu soup made by white miso was stained red by the rich blood, and the hot soup boiled the blood, which filled the room with a strange fishy smell.

I let go of my hand, and Xiaochun fell to the ground.

She's not dead yet, but she won't live long.I accurately avoided the aorta, and only cut the trachea. When she was struggling to breathe, blood would flow out from the broken part of her trachea.

The air flowed in and out of the broken throat, making a "ho ho" sound.The old lady, who always looked at me not so pleasingly, twitched and died slowly, painfully.

I calmly stepped over the corpse, stepped forward and turned off the gas stove that was boiling miso soup.The boiling soup pot calmed down, and the scarlet soup surface reflected my smiling face that could almost be praised as harmless to humans and animals.

I put away the smile on my lips, turned around, and condescendingly looked down at Zhuan Xing Xiaochun's body.

"There's one left."

She was dying.

Next, I need to think carefully about how to kill Mitomonyan.

Mito Menyan's first wife died of illness more than 20 years ago, leaving him only a son with poor qualifications.Today, his son is also married, and the children of his two grandchildren grow up in this Japanese-style mansion of the Mitomon family.

I squatted motionless on a tall tree branch outside the fence, quietly observing every move of the people living in this mansion in the courtyard.

The numb but not dull brain sorts through all the information it receives, selects those that are useful to me, and keeps them firmly in mind.

Mitomon Yan's son left Konoha a few days ago for a mission, and he will only come back this afternoon. It is probably Mitomon Yan's daughter-in-law who is in charge of the house now.

The woman urged her son to order food with a gentle voice, and asked her brother to send him to the ninja school after breakfast.

The little boy in his early ten years obediently agreed, and then begged his elder brother, could he use the mission bonus to buy him a rare kunai.

Even Mitomon En, who never had a good attitude towards me when we met in Hokage, laughed: "If you were half as motivated as your brother, you would be a Jonin by now."

"Forgive me, Grandpa, I really don't have that talent."

The older grandson responded with a smile.

My hand shook violently, and the straight-edged dagger almost fell out of my hand and fell below.Holding down my trembling right hand, I closed my eyes and took two deep breaths.

...What am I hesitating about? Didn't I make up my mind a long time ago?

The matter has come to this point, even if you regret it, you can't go back.

I have no way out.

During the conversation, the youngest son had already finished his breakfast and yelled for his brother to send him to school quickly.

The breath of the two people left the mansion.

Mitomenyan is the same as Zhuanzhu Xiaochun, as a consultant, he does not need to go to Hokage Studio to report every day.In addition, they are totally disgusted with Tsunade who has different ideas and disobedient discipline. Now as long as there are no major incidents, the Hokage consultant who was once on an equal footing with the third Hokage has almost retreated to the second line.

The woman tidied up the house in a hurry, but Mitomonyan stayed in the house the whole time.

I waited from the sun's high to the setting sun, the dusk came and went, and the night dyed the sky again.In the evening, the man who should be Mitomon Yan's only son returned home, and a little later, his eldest grandson and youngest grandson also returned home one after another.

The light came out from the gap in the window, I watched blankly, the atmosphere of family members gathering in the house was noisy but warm.

The blood soaked in the non-slip bandage on the knife handle had dried up, and the sticky blood clotted on the bandage, almost sticking Anbu's gloves and the dagger together.

In the laughter, I jumped down from the tree and jumped over the wall.

Mitomonyan is already a pampered old man who no longer has the strength of the past, and his descendants do not have any outstanding ninja qualifications.The only one with decent talent is a kid who hasn't graduated from ninja school.

I'm sure no one can stop me if I do it.

I Jieyin used the technique of shadow clone, silently using code language gestures to tell the shadow clone to cut off the power supply circuit of this house, while I quietly stuck to the wall and waited for the opportunity to do it.

Taking the sudden extinguishment of the lights as a signal, when the old house was plunged into darkness, I lifted the ninjutsu, carefully opened the doors and windows and sneaked in while holding my breath.

In the house where all power supplies were cut off, the corridors everywhere were plunged into darkness.I stood in the dark, and heard the sound of someone coming out as the wooden door at the end of the corridor opened and closed.

Holding a candle, the middle-aged woman who seemed to want to see if there was something wrong with the circuit walked quickly through the corridor. The woman who was not even a ninja naturally ignored my presence hidden in the darkness.

I flashed behind her, raising the knife in my hand, and the only sound I made was the sound of water as blood sprayed on the floor.The middle-aged woman didn't even know what happened, so she closed her eyes forever.

Steadily catching the candle that fell from her hand, I blew out the big candle.

I casually dragged the woman's body to the door on one side of the corridor, I coughed twice, changed my voice, and called out with a vivid female falsetto: "Husband, come and see, the fuse is It's not blown—"

"I'm coming."

Neither the breath nor the voice revealed any flaws, and the man walked out of the room without any doubt.

To me, there is no difference between killing a Chunin and killing a normal person.A tall man is also like his wife, as long as there is a slight cut on the neck...

I lowered my eyes to wipe away the new blood on the dagger.

This time, I didn't even bother to hide the corpse, and let the blood overflowing from the man's neck flow to my feet.

I stepped over the corpse on a pool of blood, leaned against the door expressionlessly, and imitated the man's rough voice and shouted: "Dad, where is our toolbox?"

The person who came out this time was finally Mitomon himself.

"Didn't you put it away after you used it up last time? How would I know where you put it?"

The unsmiling, rigid and cold consultant in Hokage Studio is just an ordinary and nagging old man at home.He pushed the door open, and raised his head while muttering about his son's bad habit of leaving things indiscriminately.

Caught off guard and met my gaze, Mitomon Yan's voice stopped abruptly.I smiled at him surreptitiously, and before he could react, I slashed across his throat with a knife.

... Tsk, the cut is shallow.

The knife didn't kill him immediately, Mito Menyan clutched the cut on his neck, stumbled back two steps and fell to the floor.

But it made no difference, the trachea had been cut, and sooner or later he was going to die.

In the broken throat, there was the sound of sticky water gurgling blood, and the hissing sound of air flowing through, but still unable to supply oxygen to the body.Mitomon Yan couldn't even speak, so he could only squeeze out his breath and mouth: "Uchi... wave... you, what do you want to do... what..."

"Can't you see it, my lord advisor."

I tilted my head pretending to be innocent, and casually pointed the dagger at the two corpses piled up under the door not far behind, "I'll silence you."

His eyes are tearing apart.

Anger and fear hastened his death, I stood aside and watched coldly, Mitomon Yan soon fell silent.He no longer had the extra strength to cover the wound on his neck, and in the end, just like Zhuan Xiaochun, he also lay there dying.

After confirming that Mitomon was completely dead, I walked quickly in the long and narrow corridor, leaving all the locked doors behind me.

Standing at the door of the last door, I tapped on the door with my fingers.

"Come on—"

The young boy's voice was cheerful, and the sound of stomping footsteps was getting closer and closer to the door.

The fundus of my eyes is slightly hot, and the chakras are flowing in them, and the pattern of the eternal kaleidoscope Sharingan quietly blooms in the eyes.

The wooden door was pulled open with a "swish", and the little boy who was not as high as my chest bumped out recklessly.

He didn't see the family he expected, so he raised his head in doubt, and saw me who he didn't expect, his expression was stunned for a moment and then turned to surprise: "You, who are you?!"

I looked at him without saying a word, and the child who hadn't graduated from ninja school collapsed limply to the ground under the gaze of Sharingan.

The boy's brother stood up from the table in astonishment, looking like he wanted to rush over, but was pinned in place by the cold Chakra contained in Sharingan, suppressed by the killing intent and dared not move: "Captain? My brother... ...No, no. This knife... Where are my parents! Where are my grandpas! What have you done to them!"

"They're all dead, I killed them."

In his frightened questioning, I was not so much unmoved as I could not handle my current feelings at all.The brain scribbled over the situation at the moment, and the emotions were all covered up, leaving only the mechanical and numb response to the situation in front of it.

I raised the dagger and pointed the tip at the young boy's extremely fragile and delicate neck.

"The next one is you, Yahiro... No, Haruya Mito."

The author has something to say: In these chapters, I didn’t do anything other than distribute bento...

I felt guilty while writing yesterday, how do I feel that in the Naruto novel I read, even if the protagonist has a deep hatred, he didn’t say that he wrote the murder in detail like me, it feels like everyone has just mentioned it...

emmmmm, but Cha Lazhu is not a good person, he could do the thing that tortured Sai in the first place.

Thanks to the little angel for throwing the overlord ticket =3=Thank you!Comparing my heart to you!