When the wailing sound was mixed with the pleasure of the long knife entering his stomach, it came.
The narrow path had already turned into a living hell.
The evil spirits roared as they crawled out of hell, mercilessly harvesting people's lives.
Flop.
The last warrior fell, and Ye Bajian's body was already covered in blood.
He looked at the entire battlefield.
The horrified faces of the ten or so corpses before they died, as well as the scarlet color on the ground, were shocking.
The two Genins who were originally protecting Lord Nani behind him had already vomited violently from the pile of weeds at the side.
This was their first time carrying out a C-rank mission.
Previously, they had thought about how far away it would be for them to die.
However, this hellish scene was simply unbearable for them.
Whoosh.
He let out a breath.
Eight Swords leaned against a large tree at the side.
He reached out the hand that had grabbed the blade before, then grabbed the wine gourd and poured alcohol into it to disinfect it.
He tore off the bandage and was about to wrap it up when a hand snatched the job away.
Looking at the wound on his hand, Weasel frowned.
"Jian Sang, based on my understanding of you, you can easily dodge a minion of this level before he swings his saber at you.”
"You can even kill him before he attacks you.”
"But why did you have to use your hands to catch it?”
Weasel didn't understand. He only knew that Jian Sang had no reason to be hit.
"Weasel, I am a human."
Shaking his head, the killing intent in Eight Swords 'eyes had already disappeared. He was naturally human.
"And this is the first time I've killed someone.”
It was his first time killing someone.
Something I neglected.
Weasel's body trembled as he regained his senses. Just like Eight Swords, this was his first time killing someone.
"I don't know if panic and fear will come.”
"But before you encounter that emotion, letting pain replace that feeling is very effective.”
"At least I killed all of them while I was conscious.”
After taking a sip of Erguotou, Eight Swords had a mocking expression on his face.
It was only when he was killing people that he realized that the novels he read in his previous life, where the main character could easily overcome the discomfort, were all nonsense.
Especially the first time he killed someone.
Just by looking at the trembling Weasel bandaging his hand, Eight Swords understood what kind of mentality he had.
"But from today onwards, that emotion will no longer exist.”
" This is the willpower tempered by blood."
"As a ninja, when carrying out a mission, not killing means being killed!”
He gripped his bandaged hand, and the slight pain made Eight Swords completely understand what kind of world he was in.
Naruto.
Hidden under the hot blood was the law of the jungle.
Even Naruto, who had a protagonist halo, knew that it was completely useless to choose to escape without defeating the opponent.
This was the real world.
And the man beside her, no matter how you looked at it, was not hot-blooded at all.
"Jian Sang…"
At this moment, Weasel had completely understood Jian Sang's words. He used pain to numb his nerves, then walked over from the pain to understand fear more deeply, and then overcome fear.
He was worried about Jian Sang's comfort, so he rushed over without any scruples.
Did I conquer my fear?
Weasel didn't know. He only knew that when the enemy's knife slashed at Jian Sang, he felt extremely angry.
No one can hurt my friend.
No one!
He felt a sharp pain in his eyes and shook his head.
Unfortunately, he still couldn't pass the final hurdle in one go.
His Shura Eye was still silent.
"Hey, that Jiro Susajiji, and Keitai Maru, you better hide behind me during the escort journey, or you'll die.”
Shaking off the blood on his knife, Ba Jian shouted at the two extras who were vomiting so much that they looked ridiculous. Then, he stood up and strode forward.
The eight swords could clearly sense the faint soul fluctuation in his consciousness.
He didn't know if this sudden assassination had anything to do with that soul fluctuation, but he was sure that that person wouldn't let them go smoothly on the way.
There was a reason why Weasel's first C-rank mission was so difficult.
That pair of blood-red, sorrowful Shura eyes was about to completely unfold.
Damn it.
I clearly told them this before.
But now, she was sent back with the same tone.
Jiro Kasujiji smiled bitterly and looked at his pockmarked companion.
What else could they say?
If it wasn't for the sudden addition of Yoshikatsu and Uchiha Weasel into the team, they would have been completely wiped out in this assassination attempt.
Not to mention that they failed because they couldn't endure the guidance or because they lacked companions.
This was a manifestation of their lack of strength. Perhaps, they were not worthy of being ninjas.
Not every team would receive the same treatment as the Kiba Cockroach in the future, especially in this era. Kiba had just experienced the third battle of the Ninja Realm, and he had suffered severe losses. There were many such orphan teams.
The team continued to move forward.
Everything seemed to have calmed down. A gentle breeze blew, and a masked man suddenly appeared, staring at the corpse on the ground.
"One slash?"
"I underestimated them. However, it won't be so easy to deal with them next.”
Space surged, and the masked man slowly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was on the road not far from the escort team. A few strange white humans slowly crawled out of the ground around him.”
"Kill them."
"Yes, sir!"
……
It was already the end of the month when the fifth watch arrived. The monthly votes were about to refresh. Could you vote for the little author?
A monthly ticket was delivered soon after. He did what he said.
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