farewell , konoha

Chapter 17 Taking the bait

Three mist ninjas without forehead protectors returned to the beach with the fishermen's supplies.

The chuunin lightly tapped the thief's hand of a genin and said casually: "How many villages are there that have not been collected?"

The genin who was beaten felt excited in his heart. He silently took his hand back from the bag and said with a smile: "There are three more villages. I wonder if those can be richer."

"These villages are each poorer than the last. I can't even get anything out of their hands."

As he said that, he carried a bag of things behind his back, showing a bit of dissatisfaction, feeling that he had suffered a huge loss.

Another genin said: "Just be content, others won't be able to take their turn even if they want to come!"

The chuunin looked at the two of them and sighed in his heart. They, civilian ninjas, were competing for such unscrupulous interests. They were simply something that others looked down upon.

With a somewhat numb expression, he said: "Hurry up and finish it as soon as possible. Don't cause any trouble. If something happens, the village will not recognize our identity."

When the two genin heard this, they nodded quickly and stopped arguing. They were here to do dirty work, and their reputation was not good.

If you encounter a troublesome idea, you can only deal with it yourself. If you are captured, it's okay if you can save it, but you can't.

hehe!

What greeted them was the Mist Ninja's exclusive assassination team, who directly silenced them without any reason, and their identity also directly became a traitorous ninja.

When they quickly arrived at the beach, the Chuunin's expression changed and he made a move.

【Something is wrong!】

Seeing this, the two genin looked at each other, put down their supplies, and pulled out their kunai.

Whoosh!

The three-man formation spread out and headed towards the seaside boat from which they came.

As soon as the steps stopped, the scene that came into view was a small port on the seaside. In front of their boat, two people wearing the same clothes stood there with their backs turned to them without any cover.

With the chuunin's gesture, the two genin stopped to prepare for battle. He took a step forward and said, "Who are you two? Don't know what you are doing in front of our ship?"

Although he had no premonition, as someone who came from the war years, his experience could make him feel a little uneasy.

boom!

The ground shook, and vines shot up from the ground. The two genin jumped up, but they couldn't move faster than the vines.

In less than a breath, the two of them were entangled and rolled into rice dumplings on the ground.

The chuunin reacted much faster and took a moment to breathe. The kunai in his hand was so hard that he couldn't leave any traces.

The pupils shrank!

Wood escape?

There was no time to be surprised, so he used his strength to retreat in an instant, and ran towards the sea without looking back, quietly forming seals in his hands.

"Um?"

Like a sharp wooden spear, it exploded from the ground, instantly penetrated the chuunin, hung in the air, and turned into a pool of water falling down in a moment.

"Water Release: Kirigakure's Jutsu!"

Tsk~

Countless mist spurted out from the chuunin's mouth, and soon covered the coast.

The fog is getting thicker and the line of sight is completely blocked, and the visual distance is less than ten meters.

Naoki covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and with a slight flick, the dead wood mask appeared on his face, revealing the scarlet Sharingan.

Naoki was inexplicably disgusted with this kind of ninjutsu released from the mouth, and always felt a little dirty.

Under the Sharingan's field of vision, there is thin chakra everywhere filled with mist, making it impossible to see through.

"It is indeed the most practical ninjutsu of the Mist ninja. The effect of confusing perception is very good, but it is a pity..."

Shengshu leaned over and pressed one hand on the ground. The ground suddenly began to squirm, and wisps of green rose from the rocky beach.

It's as if spring has arrived, everything is resurrected, vines rise from the ground, spread crazily, and wrap around everything they touch.

In the thick fog, next to a genin, a chuunin holding a kunai was trying to cut the vines on the genin's body. After several attempts to no avail, he cursed secretly.

"Damn it, why are you so hard!"

"not good!"

As a result of the feedback from the Kirigakure Jutsu, a large number of things rose from the ground and grew crazily.

And his Kirigakure Technique, this thick fog that is difficult to disperse, is getting thinner and thinner.

The chakra contained in it is decreasing, and the mist is being swallowed by the vines and becoming the opponent's nourishment.

"Is this Mudun?"

"It's so scary!"

As he marveled in his heart, he had already retreated. The two genin were unable to come out. Even he himself was no match for them and had to escape.

Snapped!

At some point, a vine tightened around his ankle. The mist had dissipated, and he lost his ability to sense.

Rich experience also means dependence on certain things, such as the perception provided by Kirigakure no Jutsu.

He never expected that the Kirigakure Technique, which the Kirito ninja could not dispel, would disappear so quickly, without even allowing him to react.

The swollen vines wrapped him into a rice dumpling the moment he staggered, constantly devouring his chakra, making his body weak and his feet weak.

No wonder they showed no signs of struggle after being wrapped up. With this thought flashing through their minds, they fell down unwillingly.

A voice also came to my ears: "I almost capsized the boat in the sewer and let you escape. It seems that my combat experience is still a bit lacking."

The rope tree was now standing in front of the chunin, and the huge vines hung the three of them in mid-air.

Looking at the three mist ninjas, I saw a gap in the vines and took away the forehead protectors from their arms.

The logo of the Mist Ninja is four curved lines that symbolize water flow. It is very simple, but also full of meaning. It perfectly represents the characteristics of the Mist Ninja.

"Sure enough, it's the Mist Ninja. I guessed right!" Holding the Mist Ninja's forehead protector in his hand, Nao Shu looked at the three of them.

There are many ways to disturb the fog ninja, and what he is doing now is just one of them.

Although these people are just civilian ninjas, if they lose a certain number, it will have a big impact.

Quan also came over at this time, looked at the three fog ninjas, and looked at the rope tree: "Are you going to kill them?"

The rope tree shook its head slightly, waved at the vine that hung the three people up, and turned back into a tree with three mist ninjas hanging on it, much like Frieza in Dragon Ball Hell.

"They are still useful, but we need to see if they are willing to speak."

"We won't even open our mouths until we die, so there's no need to waste our efforts." The chunin faced the rope tree, expressing his loyalty to the mist ninja.

"If you don't want to, you can just hang it here and use it as a humanoid chakra power bank."

At the last three words, Naoki prolonged the last words, as if he didn't hear the Chuunin's words. He looked at the two Genin and smiled slightly.

The two genin felt a wave of malice, their backs felt cold, and their clothes had no effect.

"How are you going to force them to confess?" Quan didn't have any corresponding means for this.

Shengshu smiled: "I'm afraid you need to avoid this for a while."

(End of chapter)