Chapter 173 Bloody Flowers, the Weight of Life

"Calm down and don't shake your hands."

"I, I'm not shaking."

"..."

Listening to the slightly trembling tone, Bird Thrush looked at the girl's slightly trembling calves, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

Sure enough, no matter how firm he is, no matter how nice his words are, he is just a kid who has never seen blood.

He knew very well the process and reasons for the demise of the Whirlpool Kingdom.

Without the assistance of Lord Kumokawa, the Uzumaki clan would have met a very tragic end, with only one or two big and small kittens left to escape.

Because of the situation at that time, even if the old people in the Kingdom of Whirlpool chose to burn themselves, the most they could do was eliminate the beheading team headed by the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost and give others a chance to escape from the Kingdom of Whirlpool.

However, the Kingdom of Whirlpool is surrounded by sea on three sides, and there is no time to escape by boat. The only option is to escape into the Kingdom of Fire.

However, the Uzumaki clan, who were upright and fiery but betrayed by Konoha, would never be able to ask for the protection of the Fire Country even if they died.

Not to mention, the main force of Kirigakure chasing after them would not be able to let them achieve their wish.

In addition to the betrayal of Konoha, the main reason for the destruction of the Whirlpool Kingdom was to be intoxicated with the false status quo, deceived by the peace in front of them, neglecting to prepare, and failing to respond.

Therefore, when a fatal crisis strikes, it is impossible to respond quickly.

As the daughter of the leader of the Uzumaki clan, she has been held in the palm of her hand since she was born. This is the first time Uzumaki Yoriko has killed someone. Naturally, the instinctive resistance and fear stemming from physical and psychological factors cannot be easily restrained.

After coming to Dawn City, Bird Thrush was forced to read a lot of books because of Yunchuan's semi-compulsory re-education policy.

Among them was "Psychological Observation Recording and Analysis" whose author was signed as a "psychiatrist", which impressed him deeply.

It is written that most ninjas, especially those from the five major ninja villages, especially female ninjas, will generally show resistance and fear during the first killing process.

It is not that they are afraid of the "consequences" that the act of "killing" will have on them, but that they are instinctively fearing and resisting the "process" of "killing".

Birdbird could feel the same way. He was once just a biological researcher, not an empty ninja who needed to kill people. When he killed a white mouse for the first time, he still had instinctive fear.

When a living, furry creature is held in your inexperienced hands, it will struggle, twist, and make unpleasant sounds.

At that moment, your meaning of the word "life" will rise to the maximum in your heart, and you will tremble with fear and feel sick.

Because you will think of the feedback of the cracking touch when you crush its bones and explode its internal organs, and these are the so-called materialization of the concept of "killing".

This is true even when killing a guinea pig, let alone a living person.

In fact, it's exactly what the bird thrush thought.

"call!"

Yiko lay on the flat sandbag platform, holding the sniper ninja tool tightly in her hands, feeling the figure moving at high speed in the distance, and couldn't hold back her deep breathing.

She thought that as long as she had a good attitude, she could treat this as an ordinary target practice, but when Kagura really opened her inner eye and sensed the two figures a thousand meters away, the pressure that fell on her heart made her understand what she was thinking. How ridiculous.

Because of the characteristics of the secret skill of Immortal Clan Talent, Huizhi stood still and ensured the action when facing the attack of Oya Castle Flame. Only the Buddha statue behind him kept punching out, making him look like a statue. Fudo Mingwang.

Therefore, Yiko only had one shot.

There is only one chance to pull the trigger.

If the first shot fails to hit, it will instantly arouse the alertness of the old bald ass. The opponent will no longer be able to stand still and be a living target, and the shooting difficulty of moving targets and fixed targets are completely different.

This thought made her feel as if her whole body was wrapped in a cocoon. The air was locked out and no matter how hard she breathed, she couldn't get it into her nose. Her violently beating heart was about to be expelled from her throat.

This shot requires not only restraining instinctive fear, but also inner pressure.

"Take a deep breath and don't stress."

The bird thrush was half-crouching beside Yizi, with a white dove already standing on its shoulder.

These white pigeons are called "blood pigeons" by them because they are fed with the blood of "ghosts".

With the help of the "blood" connection, they can share vision within a certain range and form a condescending surveillance network to have a panoramic view of the entire city.

The bird thrush is now sharing the field of view with the blood pigeon a thousand meters away, and can see the two figures fighting in the distance from a bird's eye view.

"Think about the shooting and sniping skills that Mr. Kumokawa and I taught you." He comforted and reminded in a low voice.

"..."

Yizi's tongue gently passed through the dry and crusty lips, and the familiar and gentle voice seemed to be heard in her ears.

‘Yiko, don’t breathe randomly when sniping, but don’t hold your breath deliberately. ’

‘Breath-holding can indeed “still” the body, but if the aiming time is too long, the accompanying long-term breath-holding will also cause serious negative effects such as brain hypoxia, blurred vision, trembling fingers, etc. ’

‘Find your own breathing pattern. The breathing frequency should be maintained at 2:1. It is best to seize the moment after the exhalation empties a large amount of air from the body and gently pull the trigger. ’

'Also, before pulling the trigger, don't put your finger on the trigger easily. In order to ensure shooting accuracy, this ninja is equipped with a micro-force trigger. A slightly larger shake will trigger the bullet to be ejected. ’

After recalling the gentle yet stern voice, Yiko subconsciously placed her finger on the side of the trigger, and her originally deep breathing gradually began to stabilize.

"I forgot all about the shooting angles of depression and inclination, ballistic trajectory, wind speed, temperature, and the effects on the bullet coming out of the chamber."

‘You just need to remember that not everyone is qualified to fire this shot. Even if I were in your position, I couldn’t do better. ’

‘The world you see now is unreal and incomplete, because you opened your eyes to see the world. From now on, you must learn to close your eyes to see the world. ’

Yiko exhaled, slowly closed her eyes, and completely abandoned the scope.

In a daze, she seemed to feel someone leaning over from behind, reaching out to gently hold the palm of her hand, and whispered: "Trust your feelings, treat the first bullet as the last one, and the only one you have." bullet."

"Then, you just need to wait for the wind to blow, follow the wind, and finally..."

At the same time, blood rain and golden light continued to sputter in the barrier a thousand meters away.

Bang! Bang bang!

Countless golden fist shadows once again smashed several blood dragons into bloody water. The condensed blood dragons became increasingly transparent and thinner to the naked eye.

"Ugh, damn turtle shell."

Seeing Huizhi, who showed no flaws in his offensive and defense, blood flowed from Oya Chengyan's scarlet eyes.

There is no doubt that although it is not as good as the Three Magatama Sharingan in terms of illusion, nor can it be awakened into a kaleidoscope like the Sharingan, the Blood Dragon Eye is more practical than the Three Magatama.

The only drawback is that whether it is turning people into "human bombs" or using ninjutsu, blood is required.

Because of this, there was absolutely no way to do anything about the old bald donkey who had lived from the Warring States Period to the present day. The old guy didn't look at him at all, and he didn't give him a chance to come into contact with him at all.

"Namo."

Sensing the increasingly impetuous offensive of Miyagi Yan, Huizhi closed his eyes and said the Buddha's name, then smiled and said: "Mr. Miyacheng, it's better to turn around. If we continue fighting like this, you will die."

"...Hmph!" Miyagi Yan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Old bald donkey, stop pretending here. I'm afraid you are panicking to death now and want to turn around and run away."

Hearing this, Huizhi, who was originally very calm, twitched imperceptibly at the corners of his eyes.

After decades of cultivating his qi, he can't hold back his expression. You can imagine how anxious he is now.

Now on the surface it seems that he has the upper hand, but he is now on someone else's territory, and the owner here may take action at any time.

That guy was different from pure ninjutsu ninjas like Miyajo En. Huizhi didn't think he could resist the sword that even Tsunade Hime couldn't bear.

If he hadn't been entangled by Oya Castle Flame, he would have escaped when he realized something was wrong.

However, what makes Huizhi puzzled is why Tsukimi Sato Kumikawa, who deposed Konoha Tsunade and killed Amegakure Musashi, hasn't taken action yet.

He still has a trump card in hand, just to deal with that guy.

At this moment, Oya Chengyan had the same doubts as him, and at the same time, he still had some regrets in his heart.

"I originally wanted to use this to show my sincerity and strength, but I didn't expect this old guy to be so difficult to deal with. He happens to be the type I'm not good at dealing with."

"Is that red-haired kid really not planning to help, and just watching us fight to death, and then jump out to pick peaches in the end?"

Now that Miya Chengyan remembered how he had patted his chest and said that he would definitely deal with this old guy, he felt a sense of regret and embarrassment.

"It's embarrassing. It's really embarrassing. If this continues, I won't have the face to talk about cooperation."

Miyagi Yan gritted his teeth, took out a kunai, and gently opened his wrist.

In an instant, a steady stream of blood gushed out from his wrists. Immediately, he raised his two hands and placed them in front of and behind him, showing a bow-drawing posture.

"I really don't want to use this trick."

Oya Chengyan's face turned slightly pale, and the blood flowing out of his wrists was compressed into arrows in his two palms. He pointed at Huizhi in the distance and said sharply: "Blood Dragon Eye·Piercing Blood!"

As soon as the words fell, the condensed blood arrow shot out instantly, cut through the rain and fog, screamed, and pierced Huizhi's chest in front of the golden Buddha statue.

Huizhi didn't panic at all when he saw this. His eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, and his solemn and peaceful expression became angry.

The golden Buddha statue with closed eyes behind him instantly changed, stained with a blood-like scarlet color, and transformed from a thousand-armed Buddha statue into an angry King Kong.

"Fudo Myooh Angry Eyes!"

Bang! !

The Buddha statue with an angry and ferocious expression behind Huizhi smashed out countless scarlet fist shadows, and turned the extremely penetrating blood arrow into blood and sprinkled from the air.

The fist shadow continued unabated and smashed towards Oya Castle Flame!

"How is that possible?" Oya Chengyan's expression changed instantly.

That old guy actually has a hidden agenda? !

"Sinner, go to hell!" Huizhi looked ferocious with an angry smile on his face.

But at the next moment, a vision that no one expected happened.

In Oya Chengyan's ears, a harsh scream sounded.

The smile on Huizhi's face froze, and he felt like his whole brain was exploding, the blood all over his body was boiling, and the back of his head hurt like a needle.

He knows what it feels like.

This is the feeling of death.

In the decades since he lived, this feeling of death has appeared countless times, but he has never felt it so strongly. Every pore in his body was screaming, and his heartbeat stopped at this moment.

The wind rose.

Bang! !

On the top floor a thousand meters away, Yizi was lying on her stomach, with a piece of red hair fluttering in the wind behind her. Her fingers gently pulled the trigger, and the ninja tool in her hand shattered the sandbag below at the moment of the explosion.

The bullet with the whistling wind flew into the rain curtain and was submerged. Huizhi's hideous and stiff smile was frozen in the moonlight, and the straight light pulled out in the air flashed away.

In the reflection of Yuya Chengyan's stunned eyes, the conical projectile wrapped in rain and fog drew a clear trajectory in the rain curtain, like a falling meteor, and flew over half of the Dawn City in an instant.

The bloody angry Vajra statue was not able to resist at all, and allowed the bullet to approach the bald donkey's white and plump forehead inch by inch.

The rotating tip dug a bloody pit on his forehead, excavating the flesh and blood to reveal the white frontal bone, and then the frontal bone began to crack with spider web-like patterns.

Boom! !

The next moment, Huizhi's head exploded like a firework, and the red and white blood appeared in the air like mist.

Under the pious gaze of the monks who had not yet retracted their eyes, only a headless corpse was left lying backwards, showing an ugly posture and falling backwards to the ground.

"..."

A thousand meters away, Yizi opened his eyes in a daze, staring blankly at the distance without saying a word.

"Yi, Yizi?"

The bird thrush who was holding his breath beside him took a deep breath, looking at the unmoved Yizi and tentatively said: "You, are you okay?"

But when he saw Yizi's face clearly, he was a little stunned for a while.

It was a face with tears but a smile.

"What?" the girl murmured, "It turns out to be such a simple thing."

Looking at Yizi's expression, Bird Thrush suddenly remembered something.

He suddenly remembered the first thought that came to his mind when he first killed the little white mouse.

——Life, it turns out to be such a cheap thing.

Because, as long as you find the right method, just pinch the neck of the little white mouse with your left hand to ensure that the neck will not move even if it struggles, and then hold the base of the tail with your right hand, and quickly pull the base of the tail to the back and top of the mouse.

"Click".

The whole killing process that should have made people continue to feel the meaning of "life" suddenly condensed into the special feeling when the cervical vertebrae were separated, and the last twitching of the hind limbs of the little white mouse after death.

Suddenly found that the process of killing life does not seem so terrible, not so difficult to accept.

Yes.

As long as you pull the trigger from a distance of a thousand meters, you can kill a person, and you can't feel the weight of life at all.

It's like a candle flame, blowing a breath gently.

Rise with the wind, die with the wind.

"..."

Bird Thrush took a deep breath, a chill rising from his heart, and murmured: "Did we create something terrible?"

At this moment, his original contempt for this ninja tool disappeared.

Instead, he was filled with fear, fear of Yunchuan, who smiled and handed them the blueprint.