What kind of place was the Dark Group?
The full name was the Assassination Tactical Special Forces.
They did all kinds of bloody work.
Surviving in the shadows of the sun was the way the Dark Group existed.
If he stayed in such a department for a long time, how could he still have a sense of belonging?
As for glory, it was even less of a concern. It was complete nonsense.
The Dark Group was like a machine, a machine that never stopped.
They were all parts of the machine, parts without emotions.
"I'm not scolding you. I just think that this kind of thinking is wrong.”
Eight Swords shook his head and sighed.
"Think about it carefully. Everything the Dark Group does, whether it's killing, undercover, or investigation.”
"These are all beneficial to Muye.”
"In short, he is the hero of Muye.”
" But the strange thing is that the heroes don't have the concept of meritorious service. Instead, they live a depressed life in the Dark Group.”
"Is this fair?"
That's right.
Was this fair?
They were all working for the village and should not be treated differently.
"Those who can enter the Dark Group are all elites.”
"So before I think of how to change this mindset and make every ninja in the village proud of being a member of the Dark Group, I don't plan to go.”
Holding the wine gourd and taking another sip, Eight Swords said in a dull voice.
Are you kidding me? Proud of being a Dark Group ninja?
Kakashi was getting more and more confused.
Jian Sang's way of understanding was really different.
Weasel nodded. He didn't know how to change, but he only knew to follow Jian Sang.
It was already night time, and the training of the Nightingale Squad had ended.
Eight Swords leisurely walked on the streets of Muye, enjoying the coolness of the night.
From Itachi's mouth, he already knew that Sasuke was about to be born.
This was a signal.
Sasuke was about to be born, so Naruto would be born soon.
The two reincarnations of Asura and Yintuoluo, who loved each other and killed each other, would have a melodramatic scene of today you are my friend, tomorrow you will be my friend.
However, they would never know that because of some people's actions, their fate had been changed before they even died.
"Hello,"
A figure stood at the entrance of the street outside Mitarai's house. When he saw Eight Swords, he shouted.
Eight Swords raised his head and smiled when he saw who it was.
Maoyue Xiyan, I haven't seen her for a while.
She seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
"Go take a bath. It's my treat today.”
Without further ado, Xiyan walked to the side of the Eight Swords and took his hand without hesitation.
A familiar warmth.
Under the moonlight, the girl's face was slightly pink.
She wasn't sure what made her gather the courage to wait here.
It was only because he knew that the young man beside him had returned to the village that he could not wait to come after school.
Let's take a bath together.
This was a sweet talk that belonged to her and the Eight Swords.
Only the two of them understood the meaning behind it.
It was as simple as treating you to a meal today.
The speaker is not serious, but the listener is serious.
After the two of them left, a shocked little head appeared at the door of Mitarai's house.
What did that girl just say?
Invite Ye Bajian to take a bath?
"Um, a girl invited your brother to take a bath. Are you going to do anything?”
He hurriedly ran into the room and pushed open the door. The wooden puppet asked Red Bean, who was wiping her body.
She was standing at the door to block the eight swords when they came back. She had just finished enjoying the milk bath after a long time.
" Oh, it's normal. Go wash up and sleep."
Red Bean yawned nonchalantly. It was nothing to take a shower.
His brother knew that the function was still hidden.
He was just a little brat.
Who was this family?
You Muren rolled his eyes and finally lost the desire to reason with Red Bean.
The Three Forbidden Ninjas were probably nothing to them.
As expected, it was better to wash up and sleep.
Sighing, the wooden puppet walked into the bathroom.
A maid probably didn't deserve a milk bath. As a captive, being able to wash her body was already a very good treatment.
……
"Eight Swordlord, what is the battlefield like?”
Under the moonlight, the two of them walked out of the wooden leaf soup pool on the street. From time to time, Mao Yue Xi Yan's soft and beautiful hair brushed against Eight Swords 'shoulder.
Although there was a saying that was not appropriate at this age.
However, the Eight Swords felt a strange femininity from Xiyan.
Damn it.
Still not immune to shoulder-length hair?
"A place full of blood, a place where men boil, a place where they become stronger.”
"Also, a place I never want you to go.”
After thinking for a while, Eight Swords stopped and looked at Mao Yue Xi Yan.
Was this considered a confession?
Maoyue Xiyan's face was slightly red as she caressed her hair inadvertently.
"Girl, when you graduate, come to the Dark Group and help me. I need a secretary.”
Patting her head, Eight Swords said.
In the Eight Swords 'ideal Dark Group, it should not be all about fighting and killing, but also gathering intelligence and other civilian jobs.
Red Bean obviously couldn't be counted on in this aspect.
Mao Yue Xi Yan's swordsmanship was not bad, but in the end, the Eight Swords could not bear to let her experience those things.
However, it was up to Maoyue Xiyan to decide.
"Alright, I promise you."
Without any hesitation, the girl nodded her head.
In fact, this was exactly what she wanted.
Ignoring the girl's shyness, she took the initiative to squat at the door of the other party's house.
It was all for an answer.
This agreement had already made her understand the other party's intentions.
Sometimes, when two people walked side by side like this, there was no need to say anything. It was a great satisfaction.
A gentle breeze blew past, and the shadows of the two people under the moon grew longer and longer. The leaves of the night recorded the footsteps of the two people.
……
Where there was light, there was darkness!
This was a belief that some people had been carrying out their entire lives.
At the same time, in the lofty and solemn place of Muye, above the Fire Shadow Rock.
Shimura looked at the ground. His shadow was elongated by the moonlight, and his expression was cold.
Swoosh!
Space surged, and a figure appeared in the vortex behind him.
"This is what you wanted."
Turning around slowly, Tuan Zang took out a scroll from his bag and threw it to him.
"Where's Second Last?"
Under the mask, the three hook jades that were barely visible rotated slowly.
"It's in the hands of Eventide Eight Sword. If you want to take it, do it yourself.”
Tuan Zang sneered and turned to leave.
Dai Tu didn't say anything. He opened the scroll and scanned it.
He skimmed through it and read all the information about the Eighth Eventide Sword to the last line.
"Nine-Tailed Human Pillar's due date is October.”
……
The fourth chapter.
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