Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 52 Who's Tears

Mizuki was surprised, stretched his right arm, and sent down a high-pressure shock wave again.

That bloody sheep's head was about to scold the white-haired man in front of him in an extremely vicious tone, and then he was hacked into two scoops by the hated person.

Like a rotten watermelon, the sheep's head was split open just right, and the halves were evenly divided, exactly.

This sheep, which should have died, was completely insane.

A hysterical wail came from the left head or the right head. The gray and sticky brain mixed with a little blood poured all over the blood-stained grass, accompanied by the smell of blood. The rancid stench that seeps into the spleen and lungs spreads all over the field.

"Devil! You devil who kills sheep without blinking an eye!" The hoarse roar continued.

Mizuki finally frowned, very lightly, as light as a cloud of smoke, but after all, he was frowning and tired.

Why are you bored?Can't tell.

He turned his head and left without any desire to explore further.

"Bastard, you can leave as you please, but close the old sheep's head first!" The voice from an unknown organ yelled at Mizuki.

Mizuki carried the shattered old sheep on his back and carried twelve wolves on his back. He walked unhurriedly without looking back, and only responded calmly, "Since you won't die, you should find a way to live on your own."

This sentence is contradictory, but Mizuki thinks it is right, and the old sheep also thinks it is reasonable. It has lived a long time and encountered many things. I like some words that are plausible but not inscrutable. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand them.

In fact, the old sheep doesn't know that most of the things that Mizuki thinks are right are not because the things themselves are right, but because even if they are wrong, he can't admit it, otherwise it will be very embarrassing.

The wind kept whistling past, but the heart-wrenching screams stopped. It was really an old sheep lying dead with its head split in two, and its ability to think still existed.

Its eyes separated from the two places looked at a figure that was fading away, silently silent, until the eye-catching bright white long hair disappeared at the end of the endless green grassland, it changed its face.

There was a burst of wild laughter, and the old sheep exclaimed loudly with pride: "Not bad! Not bad!"

While speaking, a strange humanoid creature suddenly emerged from the ground.

The difference between the left and right sides of the strange man is quite large, one black and one white skin, and even the personality seems to be completely different. On the top of the head, there are ferocious leaf teeth growing around the leaves, like monsters with teeth and claws.

"What a tragedy." The weirdo glanced at the laughing sheep.

The old sheep made a "cut", and in two or three seconds, the split body seemed to be guided by something, and it was automatically glued together, and the complete body was restored. During the transformation into a standing posture, the four legs of lamb turned into a pair of hands and feet, and the wrinkled old sheep's face also turned into a young and flamboyant human face.

"It doesn't feel good without Chakra." A man in a black robe with a red cloud shading pattern squeezed his hands. His shiny back hair style was very eye-catching and crazy.

"How are things going with you?" the lunatic man asked casually.

The black-and-white-faced weirdo replied in a deep voice: "The Bai Jue lurking in Muye Village has some problems, and I have already dealt with him."

"Bai Jue will also rebel?" The maniac man told the truth straight to the point, and then laughed out loud, very maniacally.

The black-and-white-faced weirdo didn't see joy or sorrow, but still said in a deep voice, "You have such an ugly smile."

The lunatic man turned his head, his eyes were filled with amusement, he couldn't stop laughing, and immediately shouted: "You are so ugly!"

Both of them were very interested, but the same black robe with red cloud background pattern left in different directions.

Nearly a thousand kilometers away, in a steel city covered in dark clouds and rainy.

A young man with orange-yellow shattered hair stood proudly and resolutely on the top floor of the tallest steel building in the city, with a pair of strange gray pupils with three or four waves printed on it, looking down at the earth.

At this time, there was a creaking sound of the door opening, and a tall woman with mid-length hair in a dark blue color like the sea walked in with high heels.

"Record that man's name in our file." The lonely man said softly, as if he wanted to be gentle, but he had no emotion after all. In fact, it is a foolish thing for a dead person to have emotion.

But the tall blue-haired woman understood his tenderness, and understood it since she was a child.

"That man? Who?" the blue-haired woman asked suspiciously.

"Konoha Rebellion," Tendo Payne, or Uzumaki Nagato, who was attached to Yahiko who had been dead for more than ten years, paused, and said, "Mizuki."

At the same time that Payne made this decision, a simple arrest warrant had been on the black markets of various countries for a long time, and the wolves, tigers and leopards who heard the news began to dryly lick their bloody claws. They are still extraordinary piranhas. Driven by profit, they all reveal their cruel nature. They will use the death of their prey, or their own death, to renew their hatred to all those who know or have only heard of their names. Prove, kill, they are professionals.

Sarutobi Hiruzen couldn't see such a scene, but he could imagine it.

In a wooden house temporarily built by Tianzang using a wooden escape, Hiruzaru Sarutobi shouted to retreat Kurenai Yuhi who had finished reporting the situation, and then silently took a sip of his pipe.

The pungent tobacco turned into white smoke, which flowed through his body for a week before rushing out from his mouth and nose.

There was thick fog.

There were a few "dong dong", and the sound of a foot stepping on a wooden board was strong.

Hiruzaru Sarutobi smoked a cigarette without looking back.

He knew who the anxious person was.

"If you don't help with rush repairs, what are you doing here?" Sarutobi Hiruzen said.

This is not an inquiry, he doesn't need an answer, and it's best not to say the answer to the child behind him.

"Third Hokage-sama!" The man behind him shouted anxiously.

Hiruzaru Sarutobi remained silent.

But this couldn't stop the man behind him from continuing to speak: "Actually, water..."

As soon as the man spoke, Hiruzen Sarutobi stopped him loudly: "Iruka!"

Sarutobi Hiruzabur burst out of smoke while speaking, looking very excited.

"Don't you see the essence of that guy clearly?" Hiruzaru Sarutobi yelled angrily, "You don't have to defend him, I don't want to hear anything defending this person!"

"Three Hokage-sama..." Uno Iruka was startled for a moment.

Hiruzen Sarutobi put down his pipe, and said in a rustling voice: "I will not let him go, the law of Konoha Village does not allow me to let him go, and the 580 dead villagers and 88 Konoha ninjas also do not allow me to let him go! Death is the only use that this bastard can leave the village with the last bit of comfort!"

Iruka muttered for a long time, trying to say something, but couldn't.

The uncontrollable grief broke out suddenly under the mixed and extremely chaotic mood.

Like a volcano that has been sleeping for a thousand years and will wake up at the end.

Iruka pursed his lips tightly.

His eyes were suddenly red, and two lines of tears ran down his cheeks.

(End of this chapter)