Konoha's task master

Three tornadoes form the most perfect defense. Those transparent winds sting the skin like sharp swords, making people want to stay away subconsciously.

However, those three tornadoes released a terrifying attraction, as if they were going to pull the person into the interior of the storm, and then cut him to pieces. He could no longer retreat in front of this terrifying gravitational force.

This feeling was very similar to a small game he had played before. Every time the protagonist walked over a brick, the brick would fall into the lava.

At this time, the protagonist loses the right to retreat. Even if there is a big BOSS with hundreds of thousands of blood in front of him, he can only bite the bullet and rush upward!

"It doesn't matter if you are a night crow or a jackdaw..."

"You're dead...I said..."

This storm is the best cover, preventing Reiko Aoyama from spying on the situation inside, so he doesn't have to hold back.

The transparent wind blade struck, but disappeared in front of Yakumo, as if it was swallowed up by an unknown force.

That's shadow-level chakra!

The electric light roared, and the flame-like texture on the blade seemed to come alive, and the entire blade looked like a burning purple flame.

Clear water splashed over the blade, and the purple fire blade had a slight arc, but it was not obvious. It looked soft but full of deadly edge.

Swing the knife! Swing the knife! Swing the knife!!

Pushing forward, it was a fierce and brutal slash, forming a dense network of knives, and the entire space was filled with chilling.

He pushed forward step by step into the violent tornado, gradually increasing his speed. He was adapting to the skyrocketing amount of chakra. His body became lighter and faster, and his attacks became more powerful. Yakumo estimated that he could last for about forty minutes.

fighting.

Finally, he broke through the thick wind wall and faced Night Crow, who was dressed in black. The two looked at each other. In an instant, Yakumo started to move, and he raised the purple fire.

"drink!"

Yakumo shouted softly, and pointed the blade of Zihuo directly at Ye Crow's chest. He began to rush forward quickly, and his whole body continued to accelerate towards Li Xian's sharp arrow... until leaving a dense afterimage.

Fast, extremely fast!

The strong wind blew past both sides of his body, dragging a thin purple line in mid-air, like a sharp spear breaking through all the obstacles in front of him. The two weapons collided in the lightning flash, and a loud roar erupted.

The originally violent waterspout lost control and slowly dispersed. The pressure like a natural disaster dissipated at the same time. The dense fog that had been suppressed began to gather and roll. Yakumo withdrew the chakra from his body and began to swing his sword again.

The coordination of steps, breathing, and sword moves, this is the secret code that the Hatake family has honed for hundreds of years. At this moment, its ferocious appearance exploded in Yakumo's hands.

Night Crow's sword skills were very strong, a skill honed through hundreds of life-and-death fights. He was as dangerous and sharp as a swift and cunning assassin. However, when he met someone stronger, he was completely crushed after just a few encounters.

He could only use ninjutsu to continuously widen the distance between the two, and he was quickly stuck to Yakumo. In this life-and-death fight, what he lacked most in combat experience was quickly being replenished.

"Mist burial."

The mist originally suppressed by the waterspout rolled back and spread to the entire battlefield. Night Crow's attack speed became slower in the mist, and Yakumo seized the opportunity to hit the enemy one after another.

The shadows of the swords were chaotic, and the two people separated quickly, and then collided in the next second. The only sound in this world was the howling wind.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Night Crow throws a kunai with a detonating talisman, and Yakumo will only temporarily retreat to avoid the range of the detonating talisman. This gap just provides him with time to inject the forbidden drug.

The blood vessels are congested and the corners of the eyes are red.

The calm water surface became turbulent again, and the eight-point seal created two shadow clones. They used the four-star chain bead to suppress the night crow's seal within a range of dozens of meters away from the two people.

As long as the thick fog is still there, the four-star chain is as accurate as if it were equipped with an automatic navigation device, and can always interrupt the night crow's seal. When the ninja loses the ability to form the seal, six points of his strength are cut off.

"bump…!"

One of Yakumo's clones was eliminated by Night Crow, and then Yakumo pulled away and formed another seal to create three shadow clones.

Night Crow panted heavily and looked at Yakumo.

He is certain to die, it's just a matter of time.

He was thinking about how to take the enemy away...

At this moment, a strand of black hair suddenly emerged from under Ye Ya's feet and tightly wrapped around his ankle. Yakumo's speed suddenly increased and he slashed Ye Ya's throat with a knife. The purple fire rotated and changed direction, and stabbed Ye Ya fiercely.

Crow's heart.

The change came suddenly, but the outcome was already decided.

At the same time, the thick fog slowly dissipated, and a few hundred meters away, Reiko Aoyama was looking at the core of the battlefield with a worried face.

"I can't help it because of the mission."

"I guess you must have been thinking about how to die with me just now, but you don't understand that killing with one strike is enough, there is no need to be so fancy..."

"That big tornado is very handsome, but it's a pity that it's useless."

"They say being handsome is a lifetime thing, but what's the use of being handsome if your life is gone."

"The Ksitigarbha Needle technique is indeed very suitable for sneak attacks... Jiraiya-sama uses it just for show. It's a pity that he didn't learn the Earth Escape Technique, otherwise this technique would be even more perfect."

As Yakumo muttered to himself, the pupils of the night crow gradually expanded, and he felt like he could not rest in peace. The effect of the forbidden drug gradually receded, and Yakumo realized that his body was so shriveled, as if all the blood had been drained, and even

There is very little blood seeping out from the wounds on the chest.

Yakumo showed a surprised expression and squatted down to look at Night Crow's body. At the same time, a notification sound of mission completion came to his ears.

"What, you are simply a night crow!"

"This is the effect of burning blood, converting blood into chakra. Once this process starts, it will not stop until the blood is exhausted and you die."

Suddenly, a strange man's voice came from beside Yakumo. Yakumo raised his head stiffly and saw the man's full head of silver hair.

"Lord White Fang, when did you come..."

Yakumo asked very carefully, silently removing several shadow clones who were pretending to be dead in the distance.

"My mission includes safely protecting you and Reiko Aoyama when they return to the Hidden Leaf Village." Hatake Sakumo spoke in a low voice, and his eyes were very calm, which made Yakumo feel a little nervous...

In fact, Hatake Sakumo's mission only included Aoyama Reiko, a precious medical jounin. As for Yakumo, he could be abandoned when necessary, but he did not tell the boy in front of him this cruel truth.

In the past few days, he had been using shadow clones unscrupulously, but he didn't want to be seen by this great god.

"He saw it... He must have seen everything..." Yakumo thought to himself. "How do I explain..."

As for silence...he didn't even dare to think about it...

"You are very good, even better than what Kakashi and I described. You can come to visit me at home tomorrow afternoon, and I will teach you sword skills... By the way, I want to take his body away. Just leave the follow-up questions to me.

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In the blink of an eye, Hatake Sakumo's figure had disappeared, along with the shriveled body on the ground.

"He doesn't seem that unkind!"