Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior

"Your Highness!"

Kaka! Click!

All the warriors arranged around broke in, and a blood-red mist rose inexplicably in the hall.

The blood-stained lamps reflected dark red light, making the luxurious and glorious hall a blood-red mess.

On the round table carved from rare black wood, the carved grooves flowed with red and white colors, like a vine dyed red from the roots, making the atmosphere in the hall particularly coquettish and terrifying.

However, those nobles whose heads were opened are still alive.

The white heads were exposed to the air, and their eyeballs were shaking wildly.

"You, you guys..."

Isibi slumped down on the chair, trembling all over and watching this scene with horror on his face, looking at the sudden and completely unexpected scene in front of him.

What was originally a wonderful dinner party has now become extremely bloody, and everything in front of you is terrifying.

What's going on? how so? !

Bah! !

Mifune raised his hand and swung out a very fast knife, instantly cutting off the wrist of the woman behind him, while at the same time knocking back the old man behind Isibi.

"Your Highness."

Seeing the strange figures gradually gathering around him, Mifune clenched the katana in his hand, guarded Isibi and said in a deep voice: "These guys are not like the ordinary civilians you call them."

The woman who was originally standing behind Mifune distanced herself and raised the hand whose wrist was cut off by Mifune.

Under the solemn or surprised gazes of Mifune and the samurai, the hand actually grew flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This Lord Warrior really doesn't know how to show mercy to others."

The woman wiped the corner of her already red mouth with a severed finger. The rich smell of blood filled her lips and teeth, and the bright red blood flowed down her beautiful red lips and down her snow-white neck.

She was actually still laughing, laughing unbridled and sarcastically.

It was as if he wanted to vent out all his resentment for several years at this moment.

It was also at this time that a slightly mocking voice followed from outside the door.

"I'm still wondering. The atmosphere in Daming Mansion seems to be too quiet today. It turns out that it's because there are fewer barking dogs."

After the words fell, Yilong stepped into the hall. The warriors blocking the front were kicked away, and those "ghosts" made way for them. Seeing the nobles whose heads were knocked open, Yilong's eyes flashed. A hint of color.

It seems that Mr. Yunchuan has already been prepared and has been waiting for this moment for who knows how long.

The top leaders of the Kingdom of Rain are all here, controlling it silently.

At dawn, the entire Kingdom of Rain will be included, and there won't even be any ripples.

"So, it's never the place that's dirty, it's the people."

Asa, who was wearing a black robe, followed him into the hall. He looked at the nobles who could not move and sneered: "People are dirty, and they will be dirty if they touch others."

Bang! !

The warrior, who was holding the weapon without arms and legs, was thrown directly onto the wooden table by Asa. It made a dull and suppressed sound, as if it hit Mifune's heart, making his heart suddenly sink and the expression on his face became somewhat sulky.

Another warrior from the Kingdom of Iron was humiliated by having his hands and feet chopped off!

"Three, Mifune-sama!" The warrior's face was ferocious due to pain, and he struggled and wailed, "They are the rebels in the northern part of the Rain Country!!"

But Mifune stared at Yilong's somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar face, subconsciously narrowed his eyes, and hesitated: "Are you... Yilong?"

The Kingdom of Iron is the place with the most samurai and swordsmen. In order to hone his sword skills, Musashi went to the Kingdom of Iron for advice many years ago.

At that time, Yoshitaka was Musashi's youngest disciple and the one who was least valued by him. Mifune was just an unknown soldier in the Iron Kingdom at that time, and the two had a brief exchange.

Although Yoshitaka's talent in kendo is not very good, Mifune is not that arrogant person. Because they have similar enthusiasm for kendo, the two get along and communicate quite happily.

Mifune admired Yoshitaka's persistence and loyalty very much, but he never expected that after not seeing each other for many years, they would see each other again like this...

"Long time no see, Mifune." Yoshitaka said hello, but there was no smile in his eyes, "But it's really unlucky that you're here."

Feeling the coldness in it, Mifune clenched the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Aren't you a disciple of Lord Musashi? Why do you join in with those rebellious people? Where is your loyalty as a samurai?!"

"Complicity? Loyalty? Hahahahaha!" Yilong laughed, as if mocking himself, suddenly raised his finger and pointed at Isibi, and said with a sinister smile, "I have to ask His Highness behind you."

Being stared at by him with cold eyes, Isibi's body couldn't help but tremble, but he quickly adjusted his demeanor and pulled out a smile on his lips: "You guys go back now, how about I recognize your independent status?"

Before Yilong could speak, a slightly childish voice suddenly came.

"Go back? Go back and wait to die?!"

"Hey! You..."

Long, who was originally hiding outside the door, suddenly broke in. Behind him, A She also had a look of helplessness on his face. He spread his hands to the frowning Asa, saying that he couldn't stop him either.

Mifune looked at the boy who looked to be in his early ten years, frowned and said, "I can give you some money and food back."

"Money and food?" There was a hatred that did not suit his age on Hao's young face. He pointed at Isibi and sneered, "The common people in the entire Rain Kingdom have no food to eat. No matter how rich you are, can you be richer than this guy? ?”

"This so-called Daimyo His Highness has not been able to feed everyone for many years. How many people can you feed with your money? Can you feed everyone?!"

Isibi's forehead had veins popping out, and he said ferociously: "I can't, can that Wushan brat do it?"

"I have been away from Daybreak City for several years. I joined Daybreak City when it was first built. I don't know if anyone is still starving to death, if anyone is freezing to death, or if anyone is dying of exhaustion."

The old man suddenly spoke, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "But when there is not enough food, that adult will starve with everyone. When there are not enough clothes, that adult will suffer with everyone, and there will be endless work. When the time comes, that adult will be tired with everyone.”

"False! That's his disguise!" Isibi said in a gloomy tone, with hatred, "He is just a liar who deceives the public. Only you idiots and untouchables will choose to believe him!"

The old man didn't even look at him, and said calmly: "Whether it's fake or disguised, at least the liar you call me is still willing to pretend, isn't he? You nobles are not even willing to pretend."

After saying that, he turned to look at Mifune, who had a gloomy expression, and said with a smile: "Sir, you said you are willing to give us money and food? I know you are a good person, thank you for your kindness."

"But I can only tell you that even if you give money and food, the money and food will be confiscated."

Mifune withdrew his gloomy glance at Isibi, stared at Yoshitaka and Asa beside him, then looked at the expressionless ghosts around him, and said in a deep voice: "I don't understand, don't you know the consequences of the rebellion? ?”

"This is a serious crime that cannot be redeemed or forgiven, and will even affect your family and neighbors!"

The old man bent his waist and smiled slightly: "Of course I know."

Mifune turned to look at the old man and asked: "Since you know it, why do you still know your mistakes and make mistakes? Why do you still want to be a rebel? Why do you still betray the daimyo? Why..."

"Because we are hungry, because we hate, because..."

The old man paused slightly, his scarlet pupils shrank, and he looked at Isibi, his tone full of hatred: "We have no neighbors anymore, our home has been destroyed! We have no family members anymore, they have starved to death!"

"The meaning of our lives is now only hatred!"

As a samurai who followed the pure samurai spirit, Mifune couldn't bear the pity for the weak in his heart, and said straightforwardly: "After the rebellion is suppressed and the war is over, I will urge His Highness Isibi to give you justice."

"Fair? Fair?!"

As if he had been stabbed in some painful spot, his emotions became excited and his tone became hysterical: "When my whole family died and I was the only one left, who would give me justice?"

"My parents would rather starve to death than leave the last morsel of food for me, but when others take it away, where is the justice in your mouth?"

"Now, you say you want to give us justice? Hahaha!"

Hao couldn't help laughing, laughing so hard that he laughed wildly and wantonly. Maybe he was laughing at himself, maybe he was laughing at Mifune in front of him, maybe he was laughing at this "incomparably fair" world.

He finally understood, finally understood the purpose of the Lord asking him to come here, and finally understood the faces of these so-called samurai, daimyo and nobles.

"Hahaha!"

The laughter gradually stopped. He looked at Mifune and said ferociously: "This is not justice. This is just to make up for the mistakes I have made! But, it is already too late!"

"You say that rebellion is a serious crime, you say that rebellion will result in death, you say that you can live without rebellion, you are the liars! You are the real liars!"

The penniless, thin and short boy was pointing at the generals of the Kingdom of Iron and the high-ranking Daimyo of the Kingdom of Rain, and loudly laughed at everything they said: "But you can no longer deceive anyone. "

"You, you deserve to die!"

Finally, Isibi, who was repeatedly offended by the untouchables in his eyes and considered himself superior, was completely angry and scolded: "Musashi didn't dare to speak to me like this when he was alive. Who do you think you are, and you dare to question me?!"

After that, he looked at Mifune who was protecting him in front of him and said sternly: "Mifune! Kill them all! Kill all these untouchables! I support you unconditionally and the Iron Kingdom unconditionally!"

Hearing this, Mifune suppressed his somewhat disordered breathing, retracted his disgusted glance at Isibi, turned to look at the people in front of him, clenched the knife in his hand, and there was a trace of hesitation and hesitation in his eyes.

After a moment, he raised the knife in his hand, pointed it at Yilong and the others, and said in a deep voice: "I don't want to kill you, but I also have my own position. As a general of the Iron Kingdom, I must abandon my own selfish desires and give priority to the interests of the country. "

"So, for the last time, I advise you to leave, and I don't have to take action against you!"

Although Mifune didn't like Isibi and was a little disgusted by what he said and did, he understood his position.

He now needs Isibi's commitment, and the Iron Country now needs the support of the Rain Country. If he wants to make the Iron Country a neutral country, Isibi's proposal is the fastest way.

"Ha, Mifune, you are strong, I can feel it."

After hearing Mifune's words, Yoshitaka praised from the bottom of his heart: "Even Lord Musashi is not as good as you are now. You may go further than anyone else in the way of swordsmanship, but..."

He pulled out the short sword from his waist and faced Mifune's bright sword light. There was no fear in his eyes, and he sneered: "Not to mention whether you underestimate me, so what if you can kill me?"

"You can kill me, you can kill the kid behind me, and you can kill everyone here who wants to rebel, but can you finish killing those people outside who don't have enough to eat?"

Mifune was silent for a long time, and finally squeezed out a few words from his throat: "I am good at talking words. I hope your swordsmanship can also be of this level!"

What responded to him was the short sword raised by Yilong.

"Then let's talk with the knife!"

As soon as the words fell, the two figures disappeared instantly.

Bang! Bang! !

The speed of both of them was pushed to the limit, and the solid wood floor under their feet was cracked by their feet. Appeared on the wooden table almost at the same time.

Yoshitaka raised his dagger and stabbed Mifune in the throat, but Mifune was even faster than him.

Swinging the long sword, he shook off the short sword that was piercing his throat, and then slashed it down diagonally, intending to cut Yilong in two directly with his counterattack.

But at the next moment, two white mists overflowed from the corners of Yilong's mouth, and his already extremely fast speed became terrifying.

Clang! !

The blades of the swords intertwined, and the long forged steel blades cut out with bright sword light. Sparks exploded and rained down on the table. The sound of the blades rubbing against each other was sharp and harsh.

The short sword bit Mifune's famous sword tightly. What Mifune saw was a pair of gray eyes and an ugly scar under the corner of the eye.

In those eyes, Mifune saw no resentment, no resentment, not even anger, only a passionate fighting spirit.

Mifune's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice, "I thought you were wielding your sword out of hatred."

"I'm the same as you!" Yilong grinned, "I also love the shuriken! I will risk my life and my whole life for something inexplicable, stupid and stubborn!"

Clang! Clang! !

As the words fell, the long blades clashed with each other, the blades crisscrossed, the jingo crossed, the harsh friction sound resounded in the ears, and the falling sparks seemed to ignite the wooden table under their feet.

Every time the sword was swung, they heard the crisp sound of breaking through the air, and the two of them felt pleasure from the bottom of their hearts. Every time they slashed, their souls were also excited when they saw the direct speed of the two swords cutting before their eyes.

"I'm different from you too!"

The blades bit together again. Facing Mifune's gaze, Yoshitaka licked his lips and sneered: "I am not a samurai. I will do anything to win!"

As the words fell, his chest rose and fell, and his body's potential surged and roared in his flesh and blood!

Rain is water, but water is not rain. Water is changeable and penetrating, ice is hard and cold, and air is hazy and lingering. So, what are the characteristics of rain as "rootless water"?

The answer is penetration. The raindrops continue to fall towards a point, and over time they can penetrate the rock. This is the appearance, but the essence is...

--corrosion.

"Rain's Breath·One Type·Flying Ink!"

The short sword in Yoshitaka's hand that was biting with Mifune was drawn out, causing a string of bright and burning sparks between the two of them.

When the sparks bloomed, Mifune's pupils seemed to reflect black ink raindrops.