Chapter 53 Just a kid (please give me your monthly vote!)

"Quick! Guard the entrance to the building!"

The first one to arrive was a Uzumaki Jonin. After seeing the rapidly spreading mist, he shouted with a look of shock and anger on his face: "Damn it! Where are the people? Come with a few Jonin and spread the barrier... "

But before he could finish his words, a sharp scream suddenly sounded.

The Uzumaki Jonin suddenly stared at the white mist in the distance with wide eyes, and his pupils shrank when he sensed the dense kunai coming like a rainstorm.

The next moment, several kunai flew through the white mist, and the Uzumaki Jonin quickly reacted and waved the short sword in his hand.

Ding! Ding ding!

Harsh metal screams continued to sound, and dense sparks splashed in front of him.

The kunai that was shot first was knocked away by the drawn dagger before it could get close to him. The hand holding the dagger didn't even tremble, and the kunai was scattered around powerlessly.

Some ninjas also rushed over at this time, but when the Uzumaki Jonin looked at the kunai from the corner of his eye, his face suddenly changed and his scalp felt numb.

Hiss! !

I saw several igniting detonating charms tied to the tails of the knocked down kunai.

"retreat!"

The Uzumaki Jonin could only let out a loud shout, and at the same time quickly formed the seal of the instant body technique with his hands.

boom! ! !

The impact of the explosion instantly shattered all the glass on the first floor of the building, and the fragments were swept into the first floor of the building along with the hot wind of the explosion.

The few ninjas closest to the door of the building had no time to react. After being blown away by the impact of the explosion, their bodies were cut open by the debris. Finally, they crashed to the ground motionless, dripping with thick blood.

In contrast, those who were farther away were just thrown away, avoiding the direct damage of the shock wave. They just lay on the ground with a face of pain, only feeling a ringing in the ears and dizziness.

The wall painted with the Uzumaki clan emblem was blown up, as if it had been punched by an invisible giant. Only black smoke and white mist were left pouring into the first floor of the building, filling most of the space like a curtain, obscuring all the Uzumaki ninjas. sight.

Click!

A black arm stretched out from the ruins, and then suddenly lifted up a large number of wall bricks and emerged from under the ruins.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

It was the Uzumaki Jonin who had suffered the impact of the explosion from the front. He looked like a burnt living corpse and was coughing.

Although he retreated back with the teleportation technique before the final explosion, the surface of his skin was still covered in black and swollen burns, and a strange meaty aroma could be smelled from the black smoke all over his body.

"Ahem! Damn it! Who is it..."

The Uzumaki Jonin struggled to stand up, but before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"ah!!"

Amid his shrill wails, his entire body was suspended in mid-air.

But if you look carefully, you can see the looming cold light, which is the silk thread hanging him up.

The whole person was like a puppet performing a drama. The blood slowly gathered along the threads and finally fell off. Only screams of extreme pain could be heard from the mouth.

"Hahaha! Scream! Scream! What a beautiful sound!"

Accompanied by shrill laughter, Kushimaru Kurihara, wearing a mask, walked out of the mist, with a long knife and needle in his hand connected to a silk thread at the end.

He looked up at the Uzumaki Jonin who was suspended by silk threads and whose limbs were twisted. The joy in his eyes was like admiring the masterpiece he created.

"Are you in pain? Are you helpless? Are you hopeless?"

There was a cruel sneer in his mouth, and he said in a joking tone: "Don't worry, I will let you die little by little and experience the most extreme pain."

As he spoke, he pulled hard on the thread connecting the long sword and needle, watching the blood splattering from the Uzumaki Jonin's body, and listening to his increasingly shrill screams with great enjoyment.

At this time, the masked Kirigakure ninjas also entered the first floor and dispersed in a tacit agreement to deal with the seriously injured ninjas who were not dead.

"Kurihara Kushimaru-sama."

Only a ninja with a strange device on his head walked behind him and said cautiously to Kurihara Kushimaru, who was still torturing the Uzumaki Jonin: "Master Watermelon Fugu Oni, let us fight quickly..."

Hearing this, Kurikatsumaru turned his head and glanced at him, and said in a cold tone: "Do you want to preach to me just because you want to? Don't you see that I am enjoying the pleasure of killing?"

Compared with Muli Jinpachi who likes to blow his enemies to pieces, he enjoys the screams and wails of his prey before they die.

Although the process seems complicated, it is his "sense of ritual" and it is worth wasting a little time.

"Besides, we just need to attract attention."

Kurihara Kushimaru scratched his mask in boredom, pointed at the Kirigakure ninja's equipment and said, "May I ask where that guy from Watermelon Mountain Fugu Ghost is?"

At the same time, on the top floor of Uzushio Village.

A tall figure carrying a big sword broke through the window. He seemed to hear the voice of Kuri-Kushimaru in his ears, and said calmly: "Successful invasion, you continue to entangle the main force, I will kill those old guys."

Break in from the front at the lowest level, then go up one level at a time, and finally kill those at the top?

How can it be.

Once the Uzumaki clan members adjust their condition, the entire building will be impregnable. They are not stupid enough to attack head-on.

This attack on the country of whirlpool was carefully planned. Just as Kushimaru Kushimaru broke through the first floor, the assassination of the target by the Suikoyama Fugu Ghost was carried out simultaneously.

The moment the explosion occurred on the first floor, the Uzumaki ninjas gathered towards the first floor.

Everyone thought they were attacking from the front, trying to intercept them from going upstream from the first floor.

The top layer that neglected to guard against naturally became a breakthrough point.

"What a bunch of slow guys."

The Xiguashan Pufferfish Ghost sneered and walked towards the conference room downstairs.

But before stepping onto the stairs, he suddenly stopped.

The Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost heard a crisp sound of footsteps, and the next moment, a figure walked out from the corner platform leading to the stairs.

It was a very young red-haired boy wearing black robes, and he seemed to be holding a knife.

"What, it turns out to be just a kid."

The tense body of the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost suddenly relaxed, and the voice of the Kirigakure ninja came to his ears: "Have you encountered any obstacles from the upper levels?"

"It's okay." Xiguashan Pufferfish Ghost said lazily, "Just a lost kid. I'll be there soon..."

As he was speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

Boom! Boom!

The Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost frowned and looked at the figure in the distance. At this moment, he actually heard a sound similar to a heartbeat.

"What it is?"

Under the moonlight outside the window, a faint blue-black color began to appear under the exposed skin of the red-haired kid, as if there was something hidden in the body that couldn't wait to get out from under the skin.

The next moment, in the reflection of the shrinking pupils of the Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost, four crimson twisted thorns flew out from behind the little ghost.

"Vampire technique." I heard the kid say in a cold voice, "Flying blood mandarin thorn!"

I had a fever today and had a terrible headache. I thought it would be better after taking a nap at noon, but I am still in a daze now.

The weather temperature has changed too quickly. There have been many fevers and colds recently. Everyone must pay attention to their health.