Naruto's graceful style

Deep in the mountains and old forests, the mist is misty.

Figures passed quickly through the forest. Their eyes turned and their expressions were hurried, as if they were searching for something.

The water on the ground was splashed by the soles of his feet, and before the water dropped, those figures had disappeared in front.

"There is blood here."

"He fled this way."

Suddenly, the Yugi Ninja shouted, and everyone gathered and followed the direction of the blood stains on the ground.

the other direction.

Yuta used the Gale Palm to escape, but was seriously injured. He was bleeding excessively and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He staggered several times and almost hit a tree trunk.

But he couldn't stop.

The Mist Ninja should be chasing after the blood trail he left at this time, but within a few minutes, they should react.

The danger is not over yet, and we cannot rest yet.

"Wind Escape Gale Wind Palm."

Yuta looked weak as he formed the seal, and the strong wind suddenly covered his body, and his speed increased instantly.

I don't know how long it took.

Yuta's consciousness became increasingly blurred, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and his whole body was stained bright red with blood.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to keep the last trace of his consciousness awake, but his feet suddenly became weak. His whole body scraped against the trunk of the tree and flew out. Finally, he fell heavily to the ground and lay in a state of embarrassment.

"Well"

Yuta struggled to get up, but his limbs felt as if they were filled with lead and were difficult to lift. The more he struggled, the stronger the feeling of powerlessness became.

Gradually,

blurry vision,

The eyelids are getting heavier.

In a trance, a voice seemed to be calling him, sometimes distant and sometimes near.

Finally, his eyes went dark and he fainted completely.

Somewhere in the deep forest.

The silver-haired old man returned to the starting point with a gloomy expression and said nothing.

This is where the blood disappears.

When he found this place, the Mist Ninja knew that he had been tricked, and immediately searched around, but after a long time, he didn't even see a single figure.

Seeing the old man's appearance, all the mist ninjas did not dare to say anything. They pursed their lips nervously and pinched the beads of sweat on their palms.

They have all seen the old man's strength with their own eyes. In their impression, even the Seven Ninja Swords are not as powerful as him. I am afraid that only Mizukage-sama can restrain such a strong man.

The current situation is that the old man was injured by the Konoha boy's surprise attack, and more importantly, the important things of the Ghost Lantern clan seemed to have been taken away.

If the old man blames all this on them

Zhongwu couldn't help but shudder.

"Sir, are you still searching?"

After a long silence, a Mist Ninja asked bravely.

The silver-haired old man glanced at him with a cold gaze. The latter suddenly felt that his heart was beating out of his throat. He stood there tremblingly, not daring to move. It was not until the old man looked away that the suffocating feeling disappeared. When the person came back to his senses, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Keep searching for me"

The old man's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he shouted through gritted teeth.

"Yes."

It wasn't until everyone left that the silver-haired old man showed a hint of pain on his gloomy face. He stretched out his hand to cover the spot that had been pierced by the Wind Escape Divine Spear. Although the area had been filled and covered with liquid, the injuries inside had not fully recovered.

That Konoha brat

If anyone saw the sinister look in the silver-haired old man's eyes at this moment, they would definitely feel chilled in their hearts, "No matter what, you will never escape from my hands."

The old man knew very well that the injuries suffered by the Konoha boy were not as serious as his. Even if he escaped the search of the Mist Ninja, he would not be able to survive for long.

In the end, no one can escape from his grasp.

"So, so many people besieged a Konoha ninja and allowed him to escape."

Wuyin Village, Shuiying Office.

The Sandaime Mizukage put his hands on his chin, his expression under the bamboo hat was difficult to see clearly, but there was a hint of sullenness in his voice as he asked the person in front of him.

"Yes, it is."

"Have you been caught now?" Mizukage asked again.

"Not yet, not yet." Xu Shi noticed that the atmosphere was getting serious. The man immediately raised his chest and raised his head and said loudly: "Sir Mizukage, your subordinates are still searching in the deep forest. They will definitely do their best to catch the Konoha ninja. arrive."

Mizukage pondered slightly after hearing the words, and finally said after a while: "Okay, you have nothing to do here, go down."

After the man left, Mizukage raised his head slightly, revealing the gloomy face under the bamboo hat, his cold eyes flashing continuously.

The Konoha ninjas actually sneaked into the village. When he, the Mizukage, realized that he had reacted, the other party had already escaped. This was simply a slap in the face.

Now is the critical moment of the war between the two countries. What happened to him made him not think too much. When the news spread, it made the big shots in the Water Kingdom think that he, the Mizukage, was incompetent or that he was a ninja trained by Kirigakure Village.

More importantly, there is no telling how many Konoha ninjas are lurking in the village.

Must be thoroughly investigated

In the next few days, all the remaining ninjas in Kirigakure Village were tasked with searching and guarding, both overtly and covertly, and the atmosphere in the village gradually became depressed and solemn.

In the deep forest outside the north of the village, several groups of Kiri ninja teams were searching for Yuta, but no results were found. However, the search did not stop.

In addition,

On the battlefield on the front line of the Kingdom of Water, the fighting became increasingly fierce.

The Konoha Ninja Army and the Mist Ninja Army engaged in a head-on confrontation. According to the news coming back from the front line, the sea was dyed red with blood, and the number of casualties on both sides was not small.

However, due to the alliance of the Mist Ninja blood successor family, various blood successors and secret techniques that had never been seen before were difficult to guard against, and Konoha was ultimately unable to successfully land on land and returned to the island.

The Mist Ninja Alliance is also not as strong as it seems on the surface, and there are many problems secretly. The leader of the Ninja Army, Minazuki Kaze, has racked his brains to reintegrate the Ninja Army, but the results are not satisfactory, but he is not in a hurry, as long as As long as you can see the effect.

Today's Konoha should be the most anxious party, aggressively trying to reach the land of water, but in the end they retreated in despair. The longer the delay is, the more beneficial it will be for the Mist Ninja Army.

If you can't defeat the blood family coalition led by him, don't try to win this war.

"Humph."

Thinking of this, Minazuki Feng rubbed his temples, and a cold smile appeared on his face that had never shown any other expression.

On the coast of the Water Kingdom continent.

A graceful silhouette stands on a rock, with sea water washing underneath.

"He really didn't show up anymore."

Looking at the boundless sea, Terumi Mei lightly opened her red lips and whispered to herself.

That Konoha boy actually disappeared and no longer appeared on the battlefield or in her sight.

She originally thought that such a talented young man would never miss fighting for his country and his village, even if there were many obstacles. But it turned out that she was wrong.

After disappearing from the land of water, the boy never appeared again.

"what a pity."

It took her a lot of effort to make her remember a powerful rival who was similar in age to her, and she was looking forward to fighting him again. To be precise, it should be to avenge the neglect that night, but it seemed that there was no chance.

Reaching out to hold down her long hair blown by the sea breeze, Terumi Mei's emerald-like eyes flashed slightly, "If you're not dead, please show up quickly."