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"team leader!"
A young ninja about 15 years old called out. Although he is only a Chunin, he has good talent and good family background. He comes from a big family in Yanyin Village.
"What's wrong, Shuhei."
The leading ninja frowned, but still asked.
This kid named Ishihara Shuhei was a high-ranking old man in the village. Although he was talented and not weak among his peers, his personality was still too slack.
It wasn't long before he came out, and he complained a few times.
Sure enough, such children are still suitable to stay in the village and enjoy the blessings, rather than appearing on the battlefield here.
"It's nothing, I just want to go to the toilet, I don't know if it's possible."
As soon as the words fell, the expressions of several people in the group became very strange, but no one spoke.
Sighing silently, the leader waved his hand and said, "Go and come back!"
With helpless eyes, he looked at everyone's faces, lifted his hands up, his shoulders were loose, and he was very reluctant.
If Shuhei Ishihara had a good father and a high position and authority, the ghost would be willing to let such a person with no ninja qualities join the team.
Shuhei Ishihara got permission from Jonin, smiled, and then trotted towards a pile of rocks not far away, he was a little embarrassed to go to the toilet in public.
Saitama happens to be hiding here!
"Phew, it's really boring! Dad really is, if you want me to come out to perform tasks, wouldn't it be good to stay in the village? Tch!"
While murmuring, Shuhei unbuttoned the belt of his trousers and began to relax his tense nerves, without a trace of vigilance at all.
And because he was hiding behind the rock, his figure just disappeared from the sight of his companions at this time.
Oh!
Seeing the unbelievable expression on the face of the enemy in front of him and his body still twitching, Saitama slowly pulled out the knife that had pierced his heart, and at the same time moved away the hand holding his mouth.
Boom.
The corpse leaned against a huge rock and slowly fell into a puddle on the ground, which he had just created by himself.
Blood and unknown liquid slowly mixed together, Qiyu frowned slightly, but then glanced at the enemy not far away, and lurked aside.
"Shuhei! Hurry up!"
A few minutes passed, and Jonin was a little anxious, shouting and urging.
Is it really a high-level kid?Some functions are not working at such a young age!
Thinking in his heart, he still walked over, and felt a little uneasy for no reason.
"build…"
Going around the rock, Jonin twitched his nose, he smelled a familiar smell.
But there was no time for him to distinguish, a pair of scarlet eyes approached him.
"enemy…"
There was no time to react, and even the hand that was going to take Kunai had just touched his thigh when his heart was pierced by Saitama's knife, and at the same time, the jumping electric current on it slowly wiped out the vitality.
Ho ho!
Panting heavily, the enemy didn't die right away, his eyes widened, looking at the knife on his chest and the constantly surging current.
"team leader!"
"There are enemies!"
This time, Saitama did not cover up with rocks.
Get rid of one top ninja and one middle ninja, and there will only be one top ninja and four top ninjas left, so there is nothing to be afraid of!
The remaining enemies exclaimed when they saw Saitama and Jonin who died tragically.
In the end, the jounin immediately put on a fighting stance, looking at Saitama.
呲!
Pulling out his own sword from the enemy's chest, Saitama pushed the enemy to the ground and stepped over the corpse.
The wind started to blow, blowing Saitama's bangs slowly.
He has medium-length hair, just around the ear length, and wears a Konoha forehead guard on his forehead, just standing there without saying a word.
He didn't attack immediately.
"Revenge for the captain!"
An angry-looking Iwanoshi took out Kunai, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, and looked at Saitama standing in front of the dead body.
"Don't act rashly!"
The remaining jounin used the other hand to signal the others to be quiet, lowered their bodies, and maintained extremely high vigilance.
The enemy killed a Jōnin so calmly, as if he had trampled an ant to death.
And surrounded by so many people of his own, and still not in a hurry, this jonin thinks that Saitama is either a fool or really strong!
