Anime Heroine Who Travels Through the Blackened Way

"Hmph! My luck is really bad this time, I happened to run into Kakashi and a brat like that. But, don't worry."

Zabuza's eyes narrowed slightly. As a jounin who had experienced hundreds of battles, he was not intimidated by the lethality displayed by Hinata and the others, but analyzed rationally and calmly: "Although they did win by luck. But in my opinion, their combat experience and combat performance are undoubtedly that of novices. Although I don’t know why they can perform attribute changes that can only be used at the Jonin level, I can feel that they are not Unskilled.”

Looking back at the scar on his waist, Zabuza's words were not showing off. Just as he said, although Hinata and the others had indeed used the Holy Fist Gloves to acquire the attribute-changing ability that only jonins could use, they were still too immature to apply this ability to destruction.

For example, Hinata, Orosaki, is very problematic.

Originally, Orochimaru was a technique that focused on spraying flames in a concentrated range at close range, causing damage to the enemy like a high-pressure gun. However, the burn area on Zabuza's body was as large as a hat, even though it looked like it was The wound was horrific, but it was basically just a flesh wound.

In other words, Hinata has not concentrated the power of Orochimaru's flames to a sufficient extent. This is also because she can only release Orochimaru with her entire palm, which is equivalent to the flame jet opening being the width of her entire palm. , flames of the same quality and heat will naturally have extremely weak lethality within the range.

The original user of this move, the descendant of the Kusanagi family, released the Orochi Pheasant from the range of the index and middle fingers of his right hand. In other words, one of the criteria for measuring the power of the Orochi Nagi is, It is to the extent that it can be released with a few fingers. Under the same exertion force, the fewer fingers used, the more concentrated the power of Orochimaru is, and the greater the range of lethality.

"If that white-eyed girl could use two, no, three fingers to release that weird fire escape, maybe she would have burned a hole right through my body."

The tone of voice clearly confirmed this fact, and there was a hint of sternness in Zabuza's eyes: "This is the first time in so many years that someone has left such scars on my body, and this debt will not be settled just like this. "

"Then, Zabuza-san, please have a good rest. After you recover, we can go out to fight together."

The beautiful young man known as Shiro smiled softly, and then put a thin towel on Zabuza's wound. Obviously, he was the partner who rescued Zabuza when he was defeated.

"Hmph! As long as your Ice Escape is here, I'll leave those brats to you next time."

After saying what he said, Zabuza closed his eyes and began to recuperate. This is the life of a ninja.

Even if he is seriously injured, even if his life is in danger every time, the endless fighting and fighting will never stop.

(PS1: Ah~~I’m so tired~~Because I attended the Book Club’s annual meeting today and ran all day long, I’m really tired~~It’s just one session today~~)

(PS2: Blackened face (σ｀д′)σ, you actually think it will always be sweet? Don’t get me wrong, except for the people who need to be won over, the rest of the people also have their destined value and destiny~~ Well ~!)

'Extra'

The seaside scenery in the Country of Waves is pretty good. As long as you can ignore the residents with sallow faces and thin eyes, the scenery of the sea and sky, as well as the mist-shrouded atmosphere on the sea, are quite artistic.

"Yes~ It's the posture of holding the sword in your arms. The eyes should be melancholy and have a sense of eternity. I'm not asking you to look at me, I'm asking you to look at the sea, right~"

Hinata, holding a camera, stood on the shore very dedicatedly and took a photo album of Zuo Lin. Different from the noble son Zuo Lin who originally lived in Kyoto, Zuo Lin now looks more mature and vicissitudes of life, and The clothes he wears are not a luxurious gold-embroidered kimono, but a shabby but extremely neat ronin suit.

"Hey, is this really okay?"

Standing on the water, Sasuke frowned and followed Hinata's instructions to look up into the distance. With the clothes on his body and the sword in his arms, he really had the aura of a wandering swordsman.

"what you mean?"

Satisfactorily filming Sasuke, Hinata obviously had her own ideas. Judging from the plot of "Fox Talk", she didn't intend for Zuo Lin to become a weak man like Xu Xian, so, Zuolin must have a strong transformation. Then, a transformation that is in line with Naruto's world view will not be more effective than 'fighting for the past life'.

And now the special extra shot filmed for Zuo Lin is a partial interpretation of this ‘past life’.

"I did some private research on what happened last time at the end of the crane. Although the people I asked were unwilling to speak, I still got the information after getting an old guy drunk: Naruto and Eleven Years The nine-tailed demon fox that attacked Konoha has a lot to do with it, you already know this, right?"

Putting down the tachi in his arms, Sasuke closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly. This posture was obviously a necessary posture for young people to communicate, and this made Hinata slightly raise the camera slightly with satisfaction, focusing on this handsome guy's face. A close-up, this posture of closed eyes and contemplation is indeed very attractive.

【Hello! You two guys! ! 】

With a very rude cold drink, a tall figure appeared on the edge of the river bank. The shabby kimono on his body and the sword worn on his waist all showed the danger of his identity, and the greasy cheeks were like It looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. As the clogs moved under my feet, it seemed as if some unexplainable debris might fall down at any time.

Several similarly dressed figures appeared behind this figure with malicious intent. Obviously, these were a group of wandering warriors. They were undoubtedly thugs affiliated with the Cardo Group. After having a good meal today, they happened to watch Two cleanly dressed outsiders arrived, so they naturally became evil-minded.

"Why do you think of asking this? Don't you always hate that idiot?"

Hinata easily raised her hand to smooth the hair on her temples, and then continued to give the order: "Okay, let's take an action photo of the fight. Now, the shooting of the special extra episode of "The Tale of the Fox" begins, which is called ~”

Extra chapter of "The Tale of the Fox" - The Swordsman of the Reversed Blade.

【This is our territory! Who are you? What are you doing here? ! 】

On the dusky coast, the turbid seawater is constantly surging with the rolling sea breeze, and on the dirty beach, the two forces are confronting each other. The party that asked the question first was undoubtedly powerful in numbers, while the other party had only one person.

【...】

Pulling out the sword from his waist, the young swordsman didn't say anything, but slowly walked from the water to the shore. Seeing his movements, the wandering warriors also posed with their swords ready to be drawn. , and Hinata jumped to the side at the right time, and put the two groups of people confronting each other into the lens of the camera.

【how? Do you want to fight? Bastard~ Chop this guy up for me, and that woman over there will enjoy it slowly! 】

Angrily being ignored, the samurai leader took the lead in drawing out the tachi from his waist and rushed towards him. However, the young swordsman easily avoided his slashing blow and struck him on the neck with the back of the sword, killing him. He was simply knocked unconscious, and the remaining ronin wielding weapons roared and rushed over. Zuo Lin was like a gull crashing into the waves, dodging freely in the cold light emanating from the weapons. Turning forward and retreating, using only the dull and thick handle of the sword in his hand, he knocked down the samurai who were trying to hunt for his life with ease.

When the last hostile warrior fell to the ground, the young swordsman stood there, the blade in his hand never stained with blood.

[Only by the back of the sword... Who are you? 】

The warrior leader who was the first to be knocked to the ground reluctantly asked Zuo Lin who was standing in front of him, his tone full of unbelievable reluctance.

The swordsman, whose hands were never stained with blood, waved the blade in the air with a calm expression. The sound of wind that broke through the air made it clear that this was indeed a weapon capable of killing people, but the person who used it was not killing people. By.

【I am just a traveler. 】

The swordsman put the sword in his hand back into its scabbard and stood there and said these words calmly.

Yes, this was the world-famous swordsman at that time, a samurai named Zuolin.

Although he followed the way of a warrior and walked around the world wearing a sword, he always had an extremely weird personal commandment: he never killed anyone.

Even if his opponents were such despicable and filthy bandits and rubbish that smeared the name of a samurai, he would never take their lives. Following his sword, it has never been stained with anyone's blood until now.

However, he is not flawless like this. On his left cheek, there was a strange sword mark, a cross scar formed by two sword wounds intertwined.

As a warrior with superb swordsmanship, he did not become a slave of the daimyo like others. Instead, he always followed his own path, constantly traveling around the world, constantly pursuing something.

People did not know his name, but gradually remembered him as a strange warrior with a cross scar on his face. Although he was a warrior, he never regarded himself as a warrior, but called himself a "traveler".

At that time, the world was in chaos, the daimyo were constantly attacking each other, wandering warriors and thieves were swarming around, people were dying in large numbers due to wars and diseases, and the whole world was in chaos like collapse.

Moreover, because too many people died, corpses and resentments accumulated in large quantities, this allowed another terrifying existence to get the most sumptuous feast and development, thus increasing its number unprecedentedly.

This kind of existence feeds on human flesh and soul, and continues to grow and multiply by devouring human corpses and resentment. Even humans themselves will become a part of them because of resentment and malice. The name of this terrible creature is— -monster.

The civilians who do not know when they will be eaten by monsters or die in the war are waiting like zombies in despair and despair. This waiting is not for the expectation of the future, but for the hope of the future. The resignation of death and the end.

The swordsman with a cross scar on his face quietly walked into the town in front of him at his own pace. Just like other towns he had seen, the people here looked at him with lifeless eyes. They, their sallow and thin bodies were hunched and weak. The owner of the shop lay faceless and sleepy beside the empty counter. On the sunny side of the street, some civilians with disheveled clothes and covered with dirt were lying haphazardly. .

There is no doubt that this is exactly the scene that unfolds after despair has completely penetrated human society. This should not be the world that humans should have.

The young swordsman stopped, a small but real anger forming a narrow frown between his eyebrows. After that, he continued to take his steps and left this dead town.

Yes, the young swordsman is not looking for something special.

He does not pursue the power and status given by the daimyo, nor does he pursue the bravery of those fierce generals who decapitated enemy generals in the midst of thousands of armies, nor does he pursue the legends of swordsmen who have reached the pinnacle of excellence with their swordsmanship and are known to the world. He only has a very small and simple wish.