Hokage: Beginning Awakening Dead Bone Pulse

At this time, seeing that the water bomb was about to hit Murakami, who was immobile in place, a figure appeared in front of Murakami, and the water bomb was scattered with a knife.

I saw that Muraki held a slender and wide blade in his hand, matching his low and sturdy figure, which seemed a bit simple and honest.

He raised his head and grinned at the captain on the roof, seeming to be joking about his courage.

Jōnin, he is also Jōnin!

The squad leader's face was solemn, he was able to smash the water bombs with a single knife, and his figure did not retreat in the slightest. This kind of power was definitely at the Jōnin level.

"Damn it."

Looking at the pounced Muraki, the team leader hurriedly backed away to parry.

The two fought on the roof, and the sound of weapon collision attracted everyone's attention. Seeing someone fighting, they scattered and avoided.

"Well, in this case, there is no need to converge."

After the team leader blocked a blow, he jumped into the air and quickly formed seals in his hands.

"Water Style·Great Waterfall Technique."

A torrent of water descended from the sky, directly collapsing the roof, and rushing to the people on the ground.

The team leader wanted to interfere with Murakami's surgery below. As long as he destroyed the water prison and freed the Chūnin below, there was still hope to capture the opponent.

Unfortunately, he was entangled by Muraki for a while, and in that moment, Murakami had completed the end of the technique.

"Steaming oil to kill!"

Murakami took out a large bucket of hot oil from the scroll with one hand and poured it into the water jail without mercy.

The high-temperature oil instantly heated the water to 100 degrees Celsius, and the steam was diffused, and the expanded volume produced a violent explosion. The screams sounded for an instant and stopped abruptly.

"asshole!"

Seeing everyone died, the team leader was furious.

However, this also made him make the decision to retreat. The odds of winning one enemy two are too small, and he must report the matter to his superiors.

The strength of the two short brothers is Jōnin, and elite ninjas must be sent to assassinate them.

Muraki rushed forward and stopped a few moves, but still let the team leader escape.

"Brother, he escaped."

Murakami jumped onto the roof, his clothes deformed by the impact of the water.

"It's okay, we have to leave as soon as possible."

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Now they have killed most of the assassinated ninjas, and the one surviving person rushed back to report, and no one could reveal their whereabouts.

After discovering that Mist Shinobi had assassinated the ninja, the two chose to stay in place, not only because of tactical considerations, but also because of their strength.

As the Genin of the Third Mizukage, they were appointed to important positions in border management. The strength of the two is not low, and they are already at the level of Jōnin.

It was only because of running a restaurant that the mission history was insufficient, and I couldn't get promoted through Jōnin, so I was stuck in Chūnin.

The strength of the two senior Jōnin is their confidence to make this action.

The tavern has been half destroyed by the Great Waterfall Technique, and it is considered abandoned here.

Before leaving, Murakami looked at the dining area below his eyes, but didn't see the three of them.

"have they gone?"

Murakami murmured, and then left with his brother.

As the battle subsided, ordinary people finally dared to get closer.

The security guard bit his head and walked into the tavern, but after not finding the enemy, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When they came to the kitchen, looking at the shattered wooden pieces above their heads, most of the roof was destroyed, and the guards felt nervous.

This is the power of the ninja. If ordinary people are here, they will definitely be affected, and there is a possibility of disability and death.

They continued to search to see if anyone was buried in the rubble.Wow!

The sawdust was removed by a small part of it. Seeing the scene inside, several people suddenly stood up.

"It's dead, it's all well cooked."

The guard stepped forward to check, then turned his head, and said shocking news.

"This is Kirigakure's ninja."

A mid-year-old guard recognized the clothes on the deceased and the strange mask.

"you know?"

"I have encountered related cases in the second place before. The old guard said that when you see people wearing such masks, no matter what they do, it is best not to intervene. They are Kirigakure's special ninjas."

"That's it." The inquiring guard sighed for a while, but he didn't expect that the ninja would also die, and die so miserably.

"Report this to your superiors, we can't handle it."

The middle-aged ninja spoke to everyone and asked a guard to report, while the others stayed at the scene.

......

The two brothers Murakami and Muraki have gone through several rounds, and now they are running in the wild at night, with dark jungles on both sides.

Suddenly, Murakami stopped and looked straight ahead.

Under the shadow of the big tree, a figure came out.

He is medium-sized, half a head taller than Murakami Muraki's two short men.

White hair, with two touches of vermilion on the forehead, like a singer in a high-end club, elegant and beautiful.

However, under the indifferent eyes of the person in front of him, this beauty seemed quite gloomy.

"It's you!"

Murakami recognized that the person in front of him was one of the three who ate in the pub today.

Murakami's memory of that steel-like toughness is still fresh.

Kimimaro walked towards the two slowly without saying a word.

"I will meet him."

Muraki pulled out the long blade and was about to step forward.

"Don't act rashly."

Murakami dignifiedly narrowed his eyes and stopped his brother's reckless behavior.

Without knowing the specific strength of the opponent, it is best not to get close. The Mist Shinobi who died today assassinated the ninja, it is the end.

Kimimaro made Murakami wary with his imposing manner, and he could not say that there was a killer move.

"Where are the other two people?"

Murakami glanced to the sides, watching whether there was an ambush around him.

Kimimaro didn't delay time, and rushed forward after finding a position.

The road is narrow, and the two brothers have nowhere to dodge. In order not to lose the first move, they can only step forward to the enemy.

Kimimaro holds two kunai, and when one is against the two, he doesn't lose the wind at all.

The swords were swaying, and the harsh rubbing and crashing made the field where there were occasional animal calls instantly silenced.

The wind of the sword tore through the trees, and Muraki held a wide blade and swung it all over his body, forming a set of swordsmanship that protects the whole body. Unlike Kirigakure's ordinary swordsmanship, it seems to be a unique genre.

In Kimimaro's limited knowledge of Kirigakure, I remember that there was a team directly under Mizukage, the Ninja Seven.

This team seems to be a special team that inherits the most powerful sword and sword technique.

Muraki's swordsmanship is very similar to that of a beheading sword.

Kimimaro was trained as a war weapon since he was a child. People in the clan told him about the characteristics of the Seven Ninja Swords in the village to train Kimimaro so that he could deal with them.

Kimimaro took advantage of Murakami's knife position and suddenly exerted his force. With a few slashes, he picked up the Short Sword in Murakami's hand. Then, before Murakami could react, he aimed at his heart and stabbed it fiercely.

"Get out of the way!"

At this time, Muraki's broad sword swung toward him, as if to protect his brother, Muraki's eyes were red and his strength skyrocketed.

Kimimaro changed offensively and kicked Murakami back.

Then hit the side of the blade with a reversal blow, and the blade angle was missed.

The big knife tore the ground and knocked down the first big tree along the way.

"Is it the only way?"

Kimimaro's eyes were cold, and his tone was cold.

The skin of the village was pocked, and the air-conditioning rose from his back.

"when!"

Kimimaro didn't give him another chance. Although the power of the broadsword was huge, it was only like this.

Muraki's swordsmanship is on the defensive, and with his immense strength, he can better protect himself.

It's a pity that he was upset when Kimimaro went to the village.

He wanted to protect his elder brother so eagerly that he spent all his strength on the slashing, so he left a deadly gap when he was about to close the knife after he slashed.

Kimimaro punched Muraki's forehead without hesitation. This punch used the technique of weird power, but it also slightly converged, otherwise Muraki's head might be directly broken.

Muraki's ears roared, and he felt that the sky and the ground were cracked, and he collapsed limply.

"Muraki!"

Murakami's eyes were rosy, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that his brother fell in front of him like this.

"Damn it!"

Murakami staggered and climbed up. The kick just now didn't weigh too much. Now Murakami has actually suffered serious internal injuries.

"Enough is enough, lie down obediently."

Kimimaro looked at Murakami who was roaring in anger and desolation in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he came to him in an instant, and then slapped him fainted with a palm.

There was almost no time for Murakami to reflect during the whole process. Kimimaro was a little interested before, so he played with the two for a while.

But now that Murakami seems to be desperate, fortunately, he stunned and took it away.

His task is not to kill two people, but to bring them back.

So Kimimaro didn't use the killer move just now, and it was fairly modest and humbly.

He picked up the bodies of the two of them and returned in the dark.

In the hotel, Jing Ming and Xiang Rin were playing a card game, and the door opened.

Kimimaro came in carrying two sacks, "It's done."

"As expected of you, Kimimaro, the two Jōnin were defeated by you like this."

Jing Ming joked, Kimimaro was out for so long and he would be bored if he didn't find something to do for him.

"It's still far, compared with Jing Ming-kun you."

Kimimaro shook his head and sat down aside.

"It's you, Master Jing Ming."

Xiang Lin reminded.

"Okay, okay, Kimimaro, you will take over. I'll deal with these two people."

After Jing Ming played a card, he taught Kimimaro the card in his hand, then lifted the sack and went out.

"Really, Master Jing Ming always finds excuses to slip away every time he is about to lose!"

Xiang Rin looked depressed.

"Well, you can beat me by one game before you say this."

Kimimaro ruthlessly scolded Xiangrong, maintaining Jing Ming-kun's tall image.Outside the hotel, Jing Ming led the two into a small wooden house. There was also a comatose person inside, the team leader who escaped today. He was taken down by Jing Ming effortlessly.

"It's miserable."

Jing Ming looked at the two injured in the sack, and said. One of them should be the younger brother, whose head has been swollen into a pig's head.

After giving them some treatment, Jing Ming waited for the two to wake up.

"Well...where is this...?"

Murakami woke up first, opened his squinted eyes and looked at the dimly lit ceiling.

He remembered that he wanted to flee to other countries with his younger brother, and then he was intercepted by the enemy on the way. His younger brother was severely injured and unconscious, and he was subsequently killed.

"Am I not dead yet?"

Murakami propped up, pulled the damaged muscle group, and took a breath.

The first is the abdomen. After being kicked by the enemy, the internal organs have suffered varying degrees of damage.

Then at the neck, the bone seemed to be broken, and he couldn't lift his head.

"Right! Muraki!"

Murakami came to his senses and quickly turned to look back. When he saw a fat-eared man lying beside him, his breathing suddenly rose.

"Muraki, Muraki!"

Murakami stepped forward to check the situation of the village tree, and found that his brother was still breathing, a big rock in his heart fell.

It seems that the enemy does not want to kill them. What is the purpose?

intelligence? coolie?

Are those three Kirigakure ninjas?

No, it's not right. If it were Kirigakure's ninjas, they wouldn't let us off at the beginning, they were so strong.

Murakami raised his head strenuously and saw the man on the other side, who was the captain of the Mist Shinobi assassination squad who had acted on them today.

Even he was arrested!

Murakami was shocked. It seemed that the other party was not only Kirigakure's ninja, but he was also ready to attack Kirigakure.

"are you awake?"

At this time, a playful voice sounded, and Jing Ming appeared in the dim cabin, looking down at Murakami.

"Great chef, we meet again."

Murakami leaned back and saw the face of the visitor clearly. He was the tallest of the three in the pub today.

"Who on earth are you guys? Why did you act on us?"

Murakami asked Jing Ming in front of his younger brother.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to chat with you when I catch you back."

Jing Ming moved a wooden stool, sat down and talked to Murakami, so that he didn't have to lie down and talk.

"I heard that you used to be a cronies of Third Mizukage?"

"..."

Murakami was silent, and did not immediately answer Jing Ming's question.

"Being able to analyze the crisis from the Mist Shinobi situation, and run away without hesitation, shows that you are a person who will judge the situation. Now you have been beaten stupid, haven't you alleviated it?"

Jing Ming put his hands on his chest and looked at the embarrassed Betrayal who was sitting against the wall in front of him.

For this kind of temperament, but smart people, give them some time to analyze the pros and cons.

Smart people often make the same decision, which is a decision that is beneficial to their own side.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, Murakami opened his eyes and said, "Yes, we used to be Third Mizukage's cronies. We are not ninjas, and we were born into a commoner family. These conditions met Third Mizukage's trust conditions. Later, Third Mizukage saw We got to Muraki's natural and supernatural physique, and then we were secretly recruited into assassination troops to train."

Murakami looked at his younger brother Muraki, with a gentle light in his eyes.

"Muraki has a very good physique, but his brain is dull and a muscle. Under the influence of Mist Shinobi's special training, I am worried that he will become a weapon that only knows to kill, so I applied to Third Mizukage to return to the restaurant and continue to operate. In the election of seven people, Muraki was defeated, and Third Mizukage agreed, but Third Mizukage assigned us a secret task, which is to collect information on the blood-family family at the restaurant."

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