Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 6 Unity is Strength

"This person is not kind!"

Hiruzaru Sarutobi looked at Mizuki who was holding his hands in the crystal ball, and thought of the suspected murder of Mizuki six years ago.

As early as a few months ago, Sarutobi Hiruzen made a plan to trap Mizuki.

In Konoha Village, there are many uncertain ninjas identified by the Konoha Council. They are suspected of committing crimes, but there is no direct evidence to prove their crimes.

Such people are generally ignored for the time being, and then arrested at an appropriate time with an appropriate opportunity.

Mizuki is one such uncertainty ninja.

"However, there is still use value."

Hiruzaru Sarutobi remembered what Mizuki had said just now.

"Mizuki, since you are not reconciled to the fact that Ding Ban has been at the end of the crane over the years, then let me see what you have to change all this!"

The old man picked up his pipe and smoked comfortably.

Amidst the lingering white smoke, a low-pitched report suddenly sounded: "Three generations of Hokage-sama, 10 minutes ago, an unknown battle took place in area C of Houshan."

"Ok?"

Hiruzaru Sarutobi put down his pipe, straightened his face, and started working.

the other side.

Mizuki narrowed his eyes as he watched the students arriving one after another.

"Everyone line up in a row, stand in formation, don't move around, do you have lice on your body!" Mizuki shouted mercilessly.

Saying this, a bunch of kids glared at Mizuki angrily.

Unfortunately, Mizuki didn't care.

"Listen, we don't play darts today (Mizuki doesn't bother to explain what darts are), and I don't bother to make you stand there and play three-body skills with mudras. I believe everyone here has the ability to pass graduation The exam, why? Because the graduation exam is just a formality! It’s not interesting! What I really care about is whether you have the strength to pass the test of your guide to the ninja after you leave the campus, and successfully get the forehead on my head!"

Mizuki tapped the forehead guard tied on his head.

To him, this thing is just a piece of iron, but to the children in front of him, it is a dream they have been fighting for for six years.

Everyone's eyes were red, and they looked at Konoha's ninja forehead with fanatical eyes.

It's crazy, it's just a piece of iron, it looks like it needs to be XXOO.

"Now, you can form ten teams freely, with three people in each team!" Mizuki ordered.

However, everyone froze there, not moving for a long time.

When Mizuki met, he said calmly: "This combination is your team combination after graduation. There is no need for the village seniors to join our class's team combination like they did with Class A. I can take full responsibility for the composition of your respective teams. So, it’s time to choose, who will be your future companion.”

"Cut!" At this time, a certain bald man dismissed it, "I don't know them well!"

Mizuki raised his eyebrows.

He was a little surprised, because the elementary school students didn't feel dissatisfied, but agreed with it very much. All of them followed this sentence: "I don't know them well either!"

No wonder.

The reason why Class D is Class D is that the students do not communicate with each other and do not work together, which is the main reason!

When a person has no talent, no money, and does not cooperate with others, this person is basically useless.

Back then, I firmly held on to Iruka's thigh in Class A, and I did a lot of eating and drinking.

what about you?
Would you die if you had the cheek to make friends with a few people who are stupid and have a lot of money?
So, too rigid is easy to break!

Mizuki patted his forehead.

"Then, let's group them by serial number, one, two, three are a group, four, five, six are a group, and so on."

Everyone scattered and formed, and stood up.

"Then, all teams, come and attack me." Mizuki took out a bell from the tool bag in a wicked way, and buckled it on his belt. "Remember what I said. No matter what means you use, the one who grabs the bell People, I will treat you to a barbecue for free."

Everyone's throats moved, and the sound of swallowing saliva came one after another.

At this time, a certain little bald man pointed at the bell and shouted: "But, you only have one bell!"

"That's right, so the opportunity is rare. Only one person in your respective teams can eat barbecue." Mizuki raised the corner of his mouth, pointing to the little bald head who asked the question, "Your team will come up first! Don't hold the one who killed me." Attitude, but it's hard to get the bell."

Mizuki is copying the plot.

Grabbing the bell is not the point, Mizuki just wants to know how good these kids are at fighting.

However, he, who had no hope at first, finally despaired.

As soon as the battle started, what did the whole team pounce on?What's the point of punching at every turn?
Hey, someone finally kicked me with a flying kick, but can you be more serious, don't take a few steps back first, and then run up, okay? I'm not a tree, I won't stand stupidly and let you kick me...

Yoho, have you finally remembered to take a weapon?But what happened to rushing over holding Kunai high and screaming?This is not a big knife!
Oh my god... I just threw a few stones on the ground casually, can't you take a moment to look at the ground when you rush over?What's going on with all of them rushing to the street!

Mizuki looked up to the sky and sighed.

melancholy...

He looked seriously at the three elementary school students lying on the ground and rubbing their noses. One was short, the other was fat, and the other was bald. They were a very distinctive team.

Mizuki couldn't help asking: "Are you guys here to be funny?"

"Asshole! The battle isn't over yet!" The little bald man became furious, stood up in twos and twos, aimed at Mizuki, threw Kunai out, then put his hands together, and began to make seals one second at a time.

The point is, when the little bald man threw Kunai, he squinted his eyes and "aimed" at Mizuki for two seconds.

Oh my god……

Mizuki was so angry that he turned his head, and when Kunai flew by, he grabbed Kunai with his right hand, and then without blinking, he went directly to the little bald head and threw it away!
"Ahhh!"

The little bald-headed monster screamed, and quickly jumped back a step, forgetting to knot his handprints.

The entire blade of a kunai sank into the grass.

Mizuki shook his head disheartened.

"Forget it, my level is limited, and I can't afford to be your teacher. If you like to go back to class and sleep, go back to class and sleep."

Mizuki turned and left.

Damn Mizuki, if you have any curses, let him come here!
Thinking of this, Mizuki suddenly froze.

Can't move?

Behind him, a little bald man was panting, holding his handprints, and a black shadow swam to Mizuki's body with a slender shape.

"Shadow bondage, success!"

The little bald head trembled, his hands trembled even more, and shouted overwhelmed: "Quick! No matter who it is, go and grab the bell!"

The little fat man and the little man suddenly realized that they immediately got up and ran towards Mizuki.

Interestingly, there is actually a guy in Dingban in the Nara family, and he is still a little bald, which is really rare.

However, this level of shadow restraint is not enough!

Mizuki's eyes flashed, and with a move of his index finger, a sparkling fireball the size of a ping-pong ball was sent out to the back.

Fire Escape·The Art of Fireball·Weaken Hundred Times Version!

There is no need to seal, the chakras accumulated in the Shangyang acupoint of the index finger are burst out through extrusion, and the huge pressure makes the three or four layers of chakras violently rubbed, which generates considerable kinetic energy and is shot out like a bullet.

"Muji Ninjutsu!?" All the team members behind him booed in an uproar, even the little bald man couldn't help being stunned.

Strictly speaking, this is not ninjutsu, but a means of using chakra.

Due to time constraints, the backlog of chakra layers is not much, and the toughness is limited, so the attack power is not great.

But who said it was for attack?
In a flash of lightning, the small fireball hit the grass behind him, bursting into a burst of dazzling fire.

The flame instantly drowned out the shadow of the little bald head.

Mizuki landed on his toes, and the chakra that had also accumulated three or four layers exploded on the sole of the shoe.

Like a motorcycle at a speed of [-] hrs suddenly started and then suddenly stopped, Mizuki flashed behind the two little fat and short guys running towards him by virtue of inertia.

One in each hand, he grabbed the two children by their back collars and lifted them up.

Suddenly, his left hand sank, almost throwing himself to the street.

Fuck... you should lose weight, little fat man!
"Let go of me! Bastard!" the two children yelled.

Mizuki ignored it, turned around, and faced a group of stunned elementary school students and the little bald head who was slumped on the ground with sweat profusely, maintaining an inscrutable appearance.

"Very good, little bald head from the Nara family, you gave me a little hope. Well, just a little bit."

Mizuki smiled, a sinister smile...

(End of this chapter)