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People's potential is truly infinite. Shisui, who was hidden in genjutsu and even Jōnin couldn't detect it, was seen by a woman with low strength.

Perhaps it's her innate ability to perceive things, or perhaps it's her desire for hope amidst Ultimate's despair that makes her immune to the interference of illusions. Shisui prefers the latter.

But it was nothing. The woman stopped breathing in front of Shisui with a relieved smile. The look on her face was not resentment, but peace of mind and full of hope.

She has reached her limit long ago. In Shisui's perception, her vitality has been exhausted to the Ultimate level. Her skin has lost its luster. Her long red hair, which represents the vortex bloodline, has long turned into three thousand white threads. In fact, she should have died long ago. , even the vitality of the Uzumaki clan cannot withstand such consumption, but Shisui knows very well that in order to protect her children, her strong will supports herself to reincarnate and suffer in this hell.

He knew who this was, and when he saw such a tragic situation, he knew that Shisui's mother, a mother who rarely appears in the original work, but is gentle and great, Shisui has always had a great influence on the people of the Uzumaki clan. Part of my favorable impression is Kushina, and part of it is because of the original work.

Shisui gently laid her down on the ground, took out a long windbreaker from the package, and gently covered her body.

Then he turned around and faced a group of beasts facing him with fearful expressions on their faces.

Staring at these beasts, Shisui's face was as cold as ice, and his whole body exuded a huge murderous aura.

He remembered the novel he had read in his previous life, in which the killer took a dime from a little girl, turned around and killed all the child trafficking organizations in front of him. At that time, he thought the killer was cool, and he used it as an example for a time, but now, he He didn't feel cool at all, his heart was bleeding, and he wanted to cry from the corners of his eyes. He somewhat understood the killer's mood when he picked up the blood-covered coins that fell at his feet, and when he looked at the little girl's body, he felt like The blood of crazy killing is boiling.

The same is true for Shisui today, his face is cold, his blood is boiling, his eyes are already Mangekyō, the scarlet light is turning, the Murasame Maru is trembling in his hand, as if he is eager, cheering, and the blood is sprinkled all over the blade.

A Kusagakure ninja stepped forward, with a murderous aura as deep as the sea, and said with a trembling voice, "Uchiha's clan emblem, you are from Konoha, right? Why are you here? Kusagakure and Konoha are allies, you ..."

He could no longer say the next words, because his throat had been completely severed. The last impression in his mind was that of a young man holding a sword, his eyes sunk in shadows, exuding a scarlet and bite-like brilliance. Like a furious lion.

"Are you worthy of being my ally?"

"You." A ninja said.

Shisui jumped like a tiger, holding a knife in both hands, and slashed it from the air, splitting it in half. He did not dodge or dodge, and let the blood spill on his body, as if this could calm the anger in his heart, but the blood did get better and better. strong.

"Kill him. With so many of us, are we still afraid of a little kid like him?" Someone yelled in secret, and countless ninjas rushed towards the water.

Shisui's face was cold, and he couldn't hide his rage. He held Murasame Maru upside down, with Mangekyō flowing in his eyes, looking at the dozens of ninjas rushing over in front of him, as if looking at dead people.

Drawing the knife, chopping, slashing, lifting, slicing, cutting, Murasame Maru is in Shisui's hand, like an extension of the arm, streaking through the air with white sword light after another, with a cold chill, like water-like sword light. , scratched through one body after another, blood was spraying, severed limbs were flying, Madara Madara's blood was sprinkled on the wall, and the plasma gradually pooled on the ground.

At this moment, Shisui's whole body has been dyed red by plasma, as if he was salvaged from plasma, but the bright red blood cannot cover his scarlet Mangekyō at all, and Shura lives inside.

No Susanoo, no Wood Style ninjutsu, no Bloodline, ninjutsu, genjutsu, just sword skills. Only the feeling of the knife cutting into the flesh can calm the rage in his heart.

"The devil, he is the devil." Even a ninja who has experienced war can't stand this kind of crazy killing. He came from hell, his body was stained red with blood, and his long knife was like snowdrops without touching it.

Horrible wails sounded, and a ninja fell directly to the ground, with his hands in the blood, covering his wrists. He had collapsed, being killed by such a terrifying killing, by that boy who looked like Shura.

…Please give me flowers…

"Devil?" Shisui stepped forward, split him in half with a knife, and his head rolled on the ground: "Oh, don't judge me from a human perspective, you beasts.

This is the last ninja in the hospital. Shisui stepped on the plasma and walked towards the outside of the hospital. Behind him, countless heads were rolling.

Since you like living in hell, then I will turn this place into hell.

Outside the hospital, it was the warm sunshine of spring. It was noon and the sun was shining all over the earth.

But it didn't give any warmth to the ninjas present.

Karikusa is the shadow of Kusakure. He has just led the team here and looked at the hospital in front of him with a solemn face. The strong smell of blood inside can be smelled from a long distance away. The screams come one after another, making people scared and heart-wrenching. Frightened, suddenly with the last wailing sound, the hospital instantly became quiet.

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"Tap, tap, tap." The strange and heavy footsteps sounded from the hospital in front. It was low, as if they were stepping on some viscous liquid, stepping on everyone's hearts. "It makes people breathless."

Karigaku raised his right hand slightly, and hundreds of Kusugaku ninjas gathered at the entrance of the hospital.

In the shadow of the door, a bloody figure emerged. His face could no longer be seen clearly, and his murderous intent was so rampant that even standing at a distance could make people tremble with fear. It seemed as if invisible knives had cut through both sides, leaving blood on his body. down, gathering into a blood puddle on the sole of the foot.

"Kill him." Karicao yelled a little crazily, with beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead. Even he couldn't bear the murderous aura. Just shouting out his voice was already using up all his strength.

With an order, the Kusanagi ninja, who was already on the verge of collapse, used various ninjutsus to attack the bloody figure in front of him desperately.

Sharp wind blades, scorching flames, thunder and lightning, earth and rocks, hundreds of ninjas attack with all their strength, even more powerful than a Kage-level strongman attacking with all his strength.

The roar continued, smoke and dust filled the air, and the shock wave of the explosion spread in waves around, seemingly endless. .