Remnant bones

Under the dark blue night, a white shadow flew across the sky quickly, like a phantom, without leaving the slightest trace.

Standing on the roof of the hotel, on the edge of the town away from the downtown area, it is extraordinarily quiet in the middle of the night.

Looking at the dimly lit festival in the distance, the little lights merged into a long stream of light ignited by human sparks.It is not as splendid as the starry sky and the Milky Way, but it also does not have the illusion that seems out of reach, and the arrogance of being aloof.

The "light" and "darkness" of human beings are contradictory like this, but they cannot lose the unique existence of either of them.It seems that without the night, the beauty of a little bit of starlight can no longer be reflected.

Black night, Xinghui... I'm afraid, I'm destined to miss the latter.

Slowly lowering her eyes, the corners of her lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling revealed a touch of bitterness that soaked into the hearts of the people.I turned sideways and put down the black veil that I lifted up in my hand. My whole body seemed to be shrouded in a black mist floating with the wind, looming.

It's almost time...

Turning his gaze, he didn't ignore the white glow that flashed past that day.I tied a brown-red wooden sign around my wrist and waved my hand in the direction where the white shadow disappeared. After a while, I saw the real shape of the white shadow gradually flying towards me.

The rare white goshawk, stretching out its gorgeous and heroic slender wings, landed firmly in my arms.The sharp claws were deeply embedded in the black sleeves. If it hadn't been covered with a layer of leather, it would definitely not be considered gentle this time.

As a well-trained letter eagle, except for the slight sound of flapping its wings, it did not make any sound to alarm others.

After stroking its lower jaw, he took out another piece of jerky and fed it as a reward.I took out the wooden box tied to its feet, and tied the wooden box I wanted it to bring back.

I patted it on the head, and I whispered softly: "Please." Then I let go and threw it upwards.

"Pa-ta-pata..." Spreading its wings to stabilize its body, the white eagle circled around my head before flying away in the wind.

Under the eyes of different colors, a hidden smile flashed undetectably.I can already foresee Yae's wonderful expression of "surprise" and joy... It's just a pity that I can't watch it on the spot.

and……

Open the box, ignore the eccentric pink decoration on the scroll, and write down the contents in the shortest possible time.After a while, I concealed that rare emotion and narrowed my eyes coldly. "Work", it's better to deal with it as soon as possible...

The dark blue fire in his hand ignited, turning the wooden box and the scroll into gray powder, which fell from between his fingers.The black figure melted into the night in a blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.

"Huh~huh...uh, heh..." Biting the bamboo stick with the meatballs in his mouth, he hummed a strange rhythm out of tune.A scruffy man with a strange big knife on his back, holding a half jug of sake in one hand, and playing with dice for gambling in the other, strolled leisurely along the forest path with a full face.

If it is early morning or noon, there is nothing worthy of others' attention.Such untidy, undisciplined and unrestrained romances can be seen everywhere in any suburban town without thresholds.However, if the time and identity were changed, this kind of scene would be full of weirdness everywhere.

In the depths of such a lush forest where the sky cannot be seen up and the ground cannot be seen when the head is down, even the sound of insects has disappeared without a trace.In a dark and difficult-to-control environment, even most Jonin dare not relax their vigilance.Not to mention those ordinary people whose legs and feet are probably already so frightened at this time.

And such a rebel with a Kirinin forehead guard with a crack engraved on his neck, when he was supposed to be hunted down by the Kirigakure assassination team all the time, walked so leisurely and lazily in the middle of the night. Deep in the forest.If he was just passing by, no one would believe this lie full of loopholes.

However, the truth of everything, even if both parties know it well.Before there is a real confrontation, no one can jump to a conclusion. "Prey" and "Hunter"... who is the one who is "hunted" can only speak with strength!

The scruffy man with black slightly curly curly hair seemed unaware of the danger coming, and his lazy and frivolous smile never disappeared from the corner of his mouth from beginning to end.

Is it true that you didn't notice?not give a damn about?Still disdain?Followers in the dark can't see it.I can't see it either, but I can catch a glimpse of it from the gleam in his eyes that passes by by chance.

The "hunter" thought his "prey" was a goat with sharp horns.Although surrounded by several people, he will resist, but it is not fatal.However, they didn't realize that what was hidden under the sheep's skin was a lone wolf who had betrayed the wolf pack.Cruel, cunning, and ambitious, without loyalty to the group, what they are best at is waiting for the "prey" to fall into the trap under camouflage.

The other party is just such a wild wolf who uses disguise to wantonly humiliate life in the killing and blood... I clearly know that it is relying on the intuition of being a "kind".

However, isn't it boring to simply compare patience like this?

Leaning on the top fork of a big tree more than 300 meters away, I used the "good" physical fitness of the Kaguya clan to the extreme.With the complete original left eye alone, through the unintentional cover of layers of treetops, he observes the "good show" that has not yet started in the distance.

Although I didn't buy tickets, I'm still an "audience" after all.It's not a good habit to keep the "audience" waiting for so long... With a flick of my hand, a dark kunai appeared on my fingertips.

Looking at the "uncle" who was strolling leisurely in the distance, there was a gloomy killing intent in the eyes of the strange color: "Let me see, that knife... is worth your head."

Aim at the "red heart" - the forehead of the slovenly man, the black sharp awn flashes away from the swaying dense branches and leaves.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound of metal hitting a stone, and one dice was missing in the man's hand.On the tree trunk a few meters away, the sharp black blade went straight into the wood, leaving only a round buckle covered with non-slip bandages.

The strange tone came to an abrupt end, instead of looking around to find the shooter like ordinary people, the man slowly bent down and picked up the ivory dice that was split in two under his feet.The long bangs followed his movements, covering the half-squinted black brown eyes, so that people could not see the emotion in his eyes, but the curvature of the corners of the lips could be vaguely seen.

Just as he was about to get up, there was a slight sound of grass shaking behind him.

Several blades against the light flashed dazzling white light in the air.The black shadow that appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by fierce murderous aura, pierced the man's back.

With a sound of "Clang!", the sharp blades clashed in an instant.

The good show... has begun.

Standard assassination techniques, if you miss one hit, you will retreat.

The three masked black-clothed Anbu, at the moment when the attack failed, retreated immediately without the slightest desire to fight.The other two Anbu, who did not participate in the attack behind him, took the time and completed the last handprint in their hands: "Water escape. The art of fog concealment!"

The dense white fog mixed with CKL filled the air in an instant.Let alone human figures, tree trunks within three meters cannot be seen clearly.

The slovenly man didn't panic at all, and still had a leisurely expression on his face that made people feel embarrassed.However, sensitive people can find that his aura has changed.If he was still a wolf who was always pretending to hide his strength before, then now he is a hunter who has begun to show his sharp fangs.

And those poor "preys" obviously forgot...the person they are chasing now is the "Demon Slasher" who is the leader of the seven Kirinin-Narugi Onizuka.If it is said who is the best at silent assassination among Mist Ninja, if he is ranked second, no one dares to be the first!

"Oh, what a group of lovely juniors..." A cold smile spread from the bottom of his eyes, Eraki Onizuka slowly drew out the broadsword behind his back, as if he was not at all worried that he would be attacked by surprise.In fact, all creatures within ten meters around him have been locked by his aura.Even if there was a sneak attack, I'm afraid the end would be to be cut in half.

It seems that the members of the Wuyin assassination team are not all idiots... For the sneak attack before, I gave neither high nor low evaluation, at most it was barely a pass.Anyway, from the very beginning, I didn't expect those little mice to help me weaken the opponent's strength.This kind of pediatric appetizer is probably not even up to the warm-up level for him.

However, at least I can see the "true face" of Naraki Onizuka... that big sword.Even if they can't find out what's special about it, they can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

The flickering glimmer of the snake pupil in the right eye, covered with the thick fog of CKL, could not affect its vision.Although it is not as close as the naked eye observation, it is enough for me to see its outline.

Leaving aside the rags wrapped around it, Nishiki Onitsuka's broadsword was nearly two palms wide, with a hollow structure about three fingers wide in the middle, double-edged, and the tip of the knife was in the shape of a slanted fracture.It is not so much a broadsword as it is a half-cut horse sword.Even so, according to my visual inspection, it has a length of nearly two meters including the handle.

This is quite different from the tachi and samurai swords I use in my daily life.But in fact, in my opinion, appearance is second, as long as it is strong enough... There are not many knives cast from special iron ore that can withstand CKL!Most of the ninja's weapons are mainly Fuma shuriken, kunai, hand sword, and even special props such as fans. I can't be too picky, and some of them are good.

You can't let me grab Orochimaru's Kusanagi sword!That thing is of the thunder attribute, other than that, there is nothing special about it except that it is sharp.I don't need to offend my current partner for a knife that doesn't suit me.

Moreover, if you want to fully own a knife that belongs to you, its former owner should kill the grass and roots...

On the other side, the face-to-face confrontation did not last long.The difference in level made Kirinin Anbe feel uncomfortable under the pressure of Nishiki Onizuka.The two younger Anbu in the team, who had already been aroused fiercely, were the first to lose their composure.

One upside and one downside, they, who had not been completely dazzled by the killing intent, simultaneously emerged from the back of Onitsuka Rimaki, silently attacking each other's vitals.

The man casually holding the big knife hooked the corners of his mouth as if he didn't realize it, and suddenly turned his head and smiled: "My lovely junior... The teacher didn't teach you, should you respect your seniors...?"

Anbu's horror did not show on their faces in time.The spattered scarlet blood rendered the nearby dense fog into a magnificent sunset.

No one knows how he found the trace of the other party.Not to mention that no one saw when the big knife, which seemed to have never been moved, was stained with the blood color that symbolized "death".

After licking the blood that splashed to the corner of his mouth, the lazy smile on the man's face remained unchanged from beginning to end.However, compared with the harmless one before, this expression at this time makes people feel a chilling horror.It was as if the mockery of dismissing the weak "prey" deeply stimulated the nerves of Anbu.

However, the tragedy of the pioneers did not stop them from "moths to the flame".

Kirigakure's cruel treatment of ninjas who fled the battlefield without completing their missions is enough for them to make choices about their future.

Death is not scary sometimes.What is terrible is the despair of wanting to die but not being able to die.

This is a massacre under the shadows, where the "strong" is condescending.

Not even using a single ninjutsu, the sloppy man in the sea of ​​blood is surrounded by laziness and decadence that cannot be washed away even with blood.Like a lone wolf wandering on the edge of life and death under the night, he uses that careless smile to cover up the darkness and filth in his heart... The ambition to win everything, the greedy degenerate.

Suddenly, he easily picked up the heavy sword with one hand and pointed it at the black figure standing a hundred meters away behind layers of green curtains.

"The little guy watching the theater over there..." Limu Onizuka couldn't hide his evil chuckle, and offered an "invitation" that seemed to come from Shura Hell: "Aren't you coming out to say hello...?"

Eyebrow raised lightly, I sneered in my heart.