I Practice Martial Arts At The Hokage

Glancing at one of the skinny corpses, the Yokota Ronin carried a hint of teasing, and then pulled the simple wooden cart that transported the corpse and walked back.

Yusuke Hiraoka's nervous heart in the pile of corpses was about to pop out, and he felt a little uncomfortable with a corpse pressed against his lower body, and the fishy smell of corpses around him also made him dizzy.

With the last clarity of consciousness, he listened carefully to the sound of wheels gurgling away.

It was only when the sound of the car was completely absent in his ears that Yusuke Hiraoka relaxed. He took a big breath of air, because he had not dared to show too obvious a sound before, so he controlled the frequency of his breathing, held it for a while, and then quietly inhaled, and so on.

The smell around "gag~"

was too strong, and Yusuke Hiraoka couldn't stop retching.

It took a while for him to slow down.

Feeling the depression of his lower body, he sat up, and a boy's body was pressing against him. He looked around, it was a very long tunnel, full of the corpses of children, and in the blurred vision he also saw decomposing corpses, this eerie and oppressive scene made him creepy.

Pulling his body out from under the corpse in shock, Yusuke Hiraoka didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Although the tunnel was long, it was not too deep, so with a little effort, he still climbed out of the pit. Yusuke Hiraoka finally couldn't help crying, although the sky was still so dark, it still couldn't affect his feeling of escape.

Looking back on the tragic experiences of the past few months, at only six years old, he feels that the whole world is full of malice.

He missed his mom and dad, missed the partners he used to be with, and missed all the people in the village. However, no matter how much you hope to do so, those who have passed away will never return.

He remembered Shota's agreement with him again, and then wiped away his tears with a wave of his hand, even though the scratched and scabbed wound on his arm cracked, he clenched his fist hard to stop crying.

"Gee!"

"Little ghost, is it very powerful, it is interesting to be able to pretend to die from under the nose of that adult! What a fun! Yusuke

Hiraoka, who was still comforting himself, was suddenly startled, his eyes were full of panic, he stiffened, turned his head to see the cross-flesh ronin standing behind him, and his whole body suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Yokoro Ronin saw Yusuke Hiraoka, who was paralyzed by him, smiling viciously, his eyes were full of pleasure, like teasing a bug, this feeling of controlling the life and death of others was really intoxicating.

"Run!"

"I had to run faster, obviously it was hard to escape."

"Damn, I can't move my legs, why, why is it at this time?!"

Yusuke Hiraoka yelled in his heart, he can't just die here, he still has revenge, he must take revenge!

It seemed that Yusuke Hiraoka's efforts had worked, and his disobedient legs finally moved.

Run!

Yusuke Hiraoka turned his head and ran desperately.

"Oh? I can still stand up, well, it should be an appetizer for Lord Ben. "

The Hengrou ronin knows how fierce and vicious his appearance is, and he has killed many people, there will be that kind of fierce momentum, and a little fart can get rid of the influence of his own momentum, which is enough to make him feel excited."

Moreover, knowing that he would be able to find a village in the near future, he would naturally be able to go at that time, and then he would not only be able to make a small fortune, but perhaps he could also find a woman to cool off before killing him.

Therefore, he watched Yusuke Hiraoka run as if he was dead, and began to follow unhurriedly like a cat and mouse, very relaxed and comfortable.

Just such a small figure was trying to escape, and a tall figure was chasing slowly.

......

"Hey~

" "Little ghost, keep running?"

"Uncle, I'm not happy yet, you have to know that people who spoil my mood don't end well."

The sky seemed extremely dark, and the earth seemed to be shrouded in an unspeakable shadow, this invisible depression seemed to make people unable to breathe, helpless and fearful.

On the rough road, a thin figure stumbling heard the teasing sound behind him, his body couldn't stop trembling, and he stepped on a pair of tattered straw shoes, and fell to the ground after a soft sound.

This thin boy named Yusuke Hiraoka suddenly felt like a dead heart.

"Please, please don't kill me!"

Yusuke Hiraoka turned his head with desperate and terrified eyes to look at the person who was slowly approaching, his clothes barely covered, his whole body was dirty and smelly, his feet in torn straw shoes were tattered and full of scars, and tears occupied his small face.

"If you can continue to make Uncle and me happy, it's not impossible to spare your life."

Standing in front of Yusuke is a ronin with his clothes open to his chest and a large bald patch in the middle of his head, commonly known as the Mediterranean, but his hair is unusually lush except for the middle, a strange hairstyle called Tsukiyotou.

The ronin looked at him with a fleshy but teasing face, looking ugly and ridiculous, but there was only fear in Yusuke Hiraoka's eyes.

He waved a katana full of notches in front of Yusuke Hiraoka, looking at the little bug that was trembling with fright, and was very satisfied.

"Thank you... Thank you, my lord! Between

life and death, Yusuke Hiraoka, who finally plucked up a trace of courage, thanked the ronin with a crying smile, and pleased the person in front of him with his last bravery, all just to live.

"Uh-huh, not bad."

The ronin happily took the katana and patted Yusuke Hiraoka's little face with the blade, but the ronin, who was about to pretend to be tolerant and forgive the little bug, suddenly smelled a foul smell.

The originally happy eyes suddenly became terrifying.

Glancing at Yusuke Hiraoka's pants wet with urine, his face with a teasing expression gradually became bloodthirsty and crazy, "Damn bugs, dare to tease Lord Ben!" The

ronin retracted the blade in an instant, and then stabbed fiercely.

With the sound of skin and flesh cutting, Yusuke Hiraoka, who just wanted to plead and defend himself, was stabbed through the chest and fell into a pool of blood made of his own blood.

Yusuke Hiraoka felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he slowly lowered his head. Seeing the hideous wound on his chest, he thought of the good times he had in the village.

He also experienced once again the despair of that night, the screams of the villagers, the desperate eyes of his parents...

He was so powerless, so weak.

"Sorry, Shota, I'm going to die!"

"Everyone's hatred, please you."

This is Yusuke Hiraoka's last voice after his consciousness has faded.

"Hmph, discouragement!"

The ronin looked coldly at Yusuke Hiraoka, who was gradually losing his life, spat fiercely, and swaggered away with a knife on his shoulder.

At the moment when the ronin turned around, a streak of starlight shone on Yusuke Hiraoka's body, emitting a faint light.