Chapter 192 Pretending

Strong mental power is Daimaru's only outstanding talent.

In the past, it was incapable of using it and there was no one to guide it, so that was it; now it is obvious that it is possible to use it, and it would be a pity if it continues to be abandoned like this.

Even if it is just the star puppet line that I fiddled with, I have already benefited a lot.

Being able to capture Ukon, who has the blood inheritance limit, is due to this.

Of course, there are also many regrets.

The curse seal on Ukon's body allows Daimaru to use natural energy indirectly, but it cannot let himself learn to use natural energy.

The two may seem similar, but they are actually very different.

Relying on external forces is not as reliable as controlling it yourself.

"It's almost time, go and rest..."

Next, it was Qian's turn to watch the latter part of the night.

"Um!"

Daimaru didn't hold back, and walked straight into the dry cave that was barely able to cover the cold and humid wind at night, and lay down with his clothes on.

"How to break through this bottleneck?" 』

Daimaru was thinking about it and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

In fact, it's not just Qian who feels that the road ahead is narrow, but why is Daimaru not the same?

Simply improving combat effectiveness has its limits. Although he was a little frustrated, Daimaru also knew that the chance of successfully practicing the Wind Release Chakra Mode was very small.

This is actually about the same difficulty as Daimaru learning to use natural energy.

The road is there, but there are obstacles that are difficult to overcome. If you can get by, the road will naturally be smooth, and many ideas that were difficult to achieve in the past will become a reality.

If you can't get through it, you will probably be just like Temari and Kankuro. In the future, you will be an average Sunagakure Murakujonin, and at most you will be a little smarter.

Although Daimaru still has a lot of room for improvement, its future development can be roughly seen clearly.

Hanging out in Sunagakure Village is enough for Daimaru. Even in the ninja world, Daimaru is quite sure to gain some fame, but these are really difficult to satisfy Daimaru's appetite.

"We can't let the resounding name of 'Red Sand' be brought to shame!" 』

Sometimes Daimaru also wonders if he should try to get some Sharingan eyes.

Of course, just thinking about it!

In the midst of his wild thoughts, Daimaru fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside.

"It's really a humid place. 』

Suna Ninja, who is accustomed to the dry climate of the Land of Wind, may not be able to stand the stuffy air with such high humidity in the morning and evening.

"It's really annoying..."

When Daimaru walked out, he saw Yeme wiping his forehead glumly. Even though the temperature was not very high, he felt like he was sweating all over his body. He was sticky and uncomfortable.

Qianya was not much better, the white velvet iron fan was wet and sticky, and it couldn't get any water out when it was twisted. It was so irritating.

"Fortunately this is not the land of rain..."

Daimaru smiled happily.

In a country where it rains all year round, I really don’t understand how people there persist.

"The sun has been out for so long and the forest is still so humid. No wonder no one wants to live in such a ghost place!"

Qian shook his cherished white velvet iron fan, wanting to let it dry as quickly as possible.

"Let's go, it's getting late!"

Although it is a task that can be tiring, one must first do the work that needs to be done.

Daimaru washed his sleepy eyes, wiped his cheeks, and used Wind Escape to speed up the evaporation of water on his body surface, immediately becoming refreshed.

"Eh? My hair is still in strands, almost dripping with water..."

Yeme tugged at her twin ponytails, which she was a little concerned about, and had to put them down for the time being and follow Daimaru and Qian's footsteps.

"Keep your voice down, there might be an ambush nearby!"

Daimaru turned around and said,

"Look at the area we are going to explore today. Are there any abnormalities..."

"knew!"

Daimaru is usually easy to talk to, but once he starts performing tasks, he can be a bit domineering.

Qian, who was one step behind, walked side by side with Yemu, covering his sight into the distance, while some of his companions ignored the nearby defense.

…

In the quiet jungle where a few birdsong could be heard from time to time, Suna Ninja and his party carefully avoided the sight of almost all observers and came to a camp site close to mountains and rivers.

The Sand Ninja secretly looked down at the resting team below, observing their strength.

"Is this the wandering ninja you observed that day?"

"should be!"

Nighteye nodded.

"It's really...a bunch of rabble!"

Daimaru sighed softly.

Where is this wandering ninja who is not in good condition?

Some people believe that they are a group of refugees. If they hadn't carved their own "forehead protectors" with iron pieces picked up from nowhere, and occasionally revealed a fierce aura, who would have believed that they were ninjas?

The reputation of ninjas is not very good in the eyes of ordinary people. These guys are to blame for what they did.

These guys who barely still have a little bit of force, when they are about to die and encounter a "fat sheep" who are being slaughtered, won't they "guest" as a robber and grab a handful?

I can't live any longer. A little fame is nothing!

Calling them ninjas is simply flattering them. They are just a group of refugees who know a little ninjutsu.

Although the task of the sand ninjas is to clean the buffer zone, it does not mean that they must kill all the uninvited guests.

However, keeping these people is a hidden danger...

"Let me go and take a look!"

Daimaru hid his figure, approached quietly, and then waved his hand. A group of identical figures surrounded the small camp.

The sudden change caused these wandering ninjas to panic. There were a few powerful guys, waving weapons such as bolas, maces, and butcher knives, to protect their relatively weak companions in the middle. .

"Who are you?"

"As you can see, we are sand ninjas. This is not a demilitarized zone that you can enter. You are limited to leaving within one day, otherwise, there is no need to leave..."

"Are you sand ninjas going to kill them all too?"

The leader, a big man who looked more like a butcher than a ninja, came out of the crowd carrying a machete and shouted angrily at Daimaru who had made rude remarks.

Daimaru frowned.

Being regarded as a villain who does all kinds of evil by these guys, Daimaru doesn't care.

The problem is, judging from the leader's words, it's not without reason that they ended up here.

but……

"There are too many helpless things in the world. You may have your own reasons, but I'm not interested! I'm just here to inform you that you can choose to leave or die..."

"The ninjas in the Great Ninja Village are indeed such domineering bastards..."

Tear...

The thin wind blade instantly cut across the distance between the two people, cutting a small, bleeding gash on the big man's cheek.

"Don't think I'm fooled just because I'm young!"

Daimaru showed a playful smile,

"Because I have been treated unfairly, you want to put pressure on me from the highest moral point and try to get away with it? How can there be such a good thing..."

As he spoke, Daimaru suddenly disappeared and appeared next to "The Butcher". The star puppet string bound him, and he controlled him to turn around in an instant. He slashed in front of a weak young man behind him with a knife, and his collar was cut open. A small line of blood appeared on his neck.

"This is the last warning! I have said all I can say to you. The next time we meet in the Kingdom of Sichuan, it will be your death..."

After saying that, the figures of Daimaru around him disappeared into the air like bubbles.

The freed "Butcher" sat down on the ground and couldn't help but breathe heavily.

At this moment, a young man wearing thin-framed sunglasses walked over:

"It seems that pretending to be pitiful to win sympathy doesn't work..."

"Yitu, I've said it before, this trick can't be effective on everyone..."

"The Butcher" stood up sweating profusely,

"I was so scared that I almost peed my pants!"

"Belif, this time it was just an accident. I met the ruthless Sunagakure Village ninja! Sunagakure and Konoha ninja are different. Even children have bloody hands..."

"Then tell me what to do! We can't just leave in despair. This is our last place..."

The "butcher"'s face was full of anger, showing a trace of anxiety.

"Escape from the Land of Rain is already very difficult! The Land of Grass is a group of hyenas that eat people without spitting out bones; the Konoha ninjas seem to be polite, but in fact they can't tolerate us; the Suna ninjas will kill people if they disagree... "

Yi Tu, who looked like a "strategist", smiled confidently:

"Don't worry, I have a way..."