Chapter 362 Murakami Daichi's trump card

As he spoke, a gleam of wisdom flashed in Murakami Daichi's eyes.

Based on his observation and analysis of Suzumiya Musashi after entering the yard, he had a preliminary guess.

Casual, sunny and unconventional.

Standing there, his whole body exudes strong self-confidence from the inside out.

This is the feeling that Suzumiya Musashi gave him.

In addition, there is a huge gap in status between the two sides at the moment. One is a team-leading jonin, and the other is a graduate of the ninja school. He is 98% sure that after he says "I'm going to attack", the latter will give him the opportunity to take the initiative and then strike back.

In fact, his inference was correct.

After he spoke, Suzumiya Musashi just remained on guard and did not take the initiative to attack.

At this time, Suzumiya Musashi had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

When Daichi Murakami took out a pocket watch and waved it in front of him in an attempt to hypnotize him, he thought the other party was just joking with him.

Unexpectedly, after a while, he really felt a little sleepy. And he didn't even see how the other party's hypnosis worked.

outrageous.

Fortunately, the opponent's hypnosis was too weak, and the effect would be interrupted as long as he didn't stare at it.

After the hypnosis failed, Murakami Daichi took out a few porcelain bottles from his body.

He pulled out the cork and circled around Suzumiya Musashi, muttering to himself as he did the same thing.

After a few breaths, Suzumiya Musashi's nostrils twitched slightly.

Then he looked at Murakami Daichi in surprise.

It's poisonous gas!

There is more than one!

He silently circulated his chakra to force out the poison gas he had inhaled. Now that he had noticed the other party's method, Suzumiya Musashi naturally had to take action to stop it.

He flicked his fingers gently, and suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the courtyard.

The wind came up suddenly. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, the clouds were picturesque, and there was not even a breeze. But in the yard, a gust of wind suddenly blew up. And it only blew in front of Murakami Daichi.

The next second, the evil wind rushed back and hit Murakami Daichi's mouth and nose. Murakami Daichi's expression froze, and in less than two seconds, he rolled his eyes.

He frantically took out a few porcelain bottles from his arms, hurriedly pulled out the stoppers and put them in front of his nose, took a few deep breaths, and then exhaled a long breath.

"Is this your method?" Suzumiya Musashi said softly: "If this is all you have, you can't become a qualified Genin."

"Don't worry, Mr. Musashi. I still have some tricks up my sleeve."

After saying that, Murakami Daichi took two more deep breaths until he felt his brain was no longer so dizzy from inhaling the poison gas. He then stretched out his hands and quickly formed seals on the spot.

Chen - Chou - Mao...

After making seals, he placed his hands in front of his eyes and shouted, "Water Style: Water Wave Technique!"

Suzumiya Musashi: "(￢_￢)..."

Didn't feel the fluctuation of water attribute chakra.

Moreover, he doubted very much whether the current Murakami Daichi was really capable of performing C-level ninjutsu?

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt something strange under his feet.

A wave of chakra came from the soles of his feet. Accompanied by a clear vibration, the next second, the ground rolled over!

Ropes made of mud shot out quickly and headed towards Suzumiya Musashi's feet.

A look of surprise flashed across the latter's eyes. He looked at the earth escape rope that was coming at him. While his mind was turning, he did not move, but let the mud wrap around his ankles.

Silently feeling the force of the mud entangled on his feet, he looked at Murakami Daichi, and finally there was a hint of approval in his eyes.

"The hand seals of water escape are actually water escape, which has a certain confusing effect."

"Although it's still a little short of the level of C-rank ninjutsu in terms of power, it's pretty good considering your age."

"Hehe." Murakami Daichi smiled and raised the corners of his mouth when he heard that, then realized that such a smile did not match his "out-of-this-world" temperament, so he immediately lowered the corners of his mouth and said.

"Teacher Musashi, this is just one of the results of my research in school."

Suzumiya Musashi nodded slightly upon hearing this and said, "Very interesting results."

"If I'm not mistaken, the seal you just made wasn't a useless trick, right?"

"Not bad." Hearing Suzumiya Musashi's words, Murakami Daichi admired the other party's vision in his heart, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel complacent.

"The purpose of forming hand seals is to better activate chakra and release ninjutsu."

"Each type of seal has a corresponding chakra running route."

"But after my unremitting research, I finally developed a seal-making method that is different from the normal one."

"When you make the Zi seal, the chakra will flow in the manner of the Mao seal. When you make the Chou seal, the chakra will flow in the manner of the Wei seal."

"This way, the opponent won't be able to see any clues from the way I make hand seals."

Suzumiya Musashi thought for a moment and commented: "Well, it seems that there is something to your research."

"It's not bad to be able to come up with results." Seeing that Murakami Daichi couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth, he changed the subject and said, "But..."

“It’s just fun.”

"Your current strength is still too weak."

"Although the Indian-style reorganization is interesting, it really has limited impact on your combat effectiveness. If you are not strong enough to defeat the enemy, it won't be long before your methods are clearly observed."

"The efforts made by the research institute will be in vain. So..." Suzumiya Musashi paused, exerted light force with his feet, and with a "bang", the rope transformed by the earth escape technique broke into pieces.

"not enough."

Murakami Daichi's expression froze.

He didn't expect that Suzumiya Musashi could break his earth escape technique so easily, and he didn't expect that his research was not highly regarded by the other party.

His face turned slightly red, and he argued with his neck twisted: "What do you mean by useless work?"

"Can research be called a waste of time? I'm just trying to gain experience for greater achievements in the future."

"Teacher Musashi, although you are a jonin, you are a taijutsu ninja after all. You don't understand what you are researching. There are many complicated issues here..."

Then, he started mumbling things like "If you don't make a sound, you'll make a splash" and "Thirty years at Nanhe River, thirty years at Hokage Rock".

Suzumiya Musashi chuckled and said, "Alright, alright."

“I didn’t say your research results were bad.”

"If that's all, then you're definitely the last one in this team."

"I... I'm not the last one!" Murakami Daichi suddenly became a little anxious.

He admitted that his frontal combat ability was much worse than Uchiha Aoi, not to mention Hyuga Hanabi. However, he would never admit that he was the last one dragging the team down.

He has his own research results, his own wisdom, and many hidden cards.

He said stubbornly: "I...I still have some tricks that I haven't used yet!"

"Oh, really?" Suzumiya Musashi heard this and said something that made him regret it very much: "Then use it and let me see."

"Just use it!" Murakami Daichi gritted his teeth.

He turned around and looked at the two girls, then, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly took out a scroll from his arms.

He broke the rope, raised his hand, and the scroll unfolded before his eyes.

Suzumiya Musashi's eyes narrowed slightly. Looking at the scroll that Murakami Daichi unfolded, which was somewhat similar to Tenten's, an idea flashed through his mind.

[Is it psychic? ]

In doubt, Murakami Daichi held his right hand in front of him and changed his posture.

"open!"

"Bang~" Several streams of smoke suddenly burst out from the scroll.

Along with the smoke, figures appeared in front of Suzumiya Musashi.

The veil is half-covered, and she wants to speak but hesitates.

A round fan covers her face and she lowers her head with her golden hairpins.

There was a soft whisper, and in the smoke, the scent of powder slowly dissipated.

"Me*?" Seeing this, Suzumiya Musashi blurted out.