Konoha's Way of Death

Tonight's night is beautiful, the moonlight is like water, falling on this land.

But no matter how bright the moonlight is, it can't penetrate the blood-colored mist and spread a layer of silver light on the earth.

There are always a few abnormal people in every village.

For example, Didala, who is still playing with mud in Yanyin Village, is not right to say that. He has been playing with mud all the time, and he is unswerving when he crawls out after death.

For example, Sand Hidden's Fourth Kazekage Rasa, if there is no big problem with his brain, he would not do such stupid things as betraying his own hero.

Another example is Yunyin, the current AB combination, one is Raikage and the other is Jinzhuriki, both of which are not normal.

But if you want to say strong or Konoha strong, the first Hokage is a fool, and then Uchiha started a collective climax, full of fanaticism for violence and war, if there is no outsider to deal with, then they will target the inside.

And here, in the country of water, in Wuyin village, there are also a group of lunatics who have a deeper obsession with killing and violence than Uchiha. Without these, they would even suspect that something is wrong with the world.

The Kaguya Clan, also known as the Taketori Clan.

According to legend, this family has a relationship with the goddess Uno, and their blood has degenerated from some kind of blood snare of the goddess Uno.After all, the blood-stained limit of the Taketori clan is too similar to the blood-stained net of the Uno Goddess.

If people were in previous lives, many people had been analyzed. Except for the blood stains, their outfits and eyebrow shapes were all too similar.

The Taketori clan has many similarities with the Uchiha clan. They are also mentally ill and powerful in combat, but they are also not welcomed by the village.

Now Konoha has a new leader, giving Uchiha a new and promising choice.

Kirigakure was the same, but this Mizukage-sama made an unbelievable move and started hunting down blood-stained ninjas.

So this group of lunatics who were already dissatisfied with their desires and killing embryos finally made a big move.

They plan to make an incident tonight, using the family as a bet to vent the burning anger in their hearts, and fight for a future they hope for.

Dawn blooms in the carnage.

Either we're all dead and everyone is having a good time ending the game, or we're in charge and the first thing we do is start a pointless war.

So this night, the Taketori clan was lively.

Their clan land is just outside of Kirigakure, yes, outside of Kirigakure, it is not established in the village at all, firstly, they don't have this idea, and secondly, other ethnic groups don't want to stay with these lunatics.

Outside of Kirigakure, the clan land of the Taketori clan is more like a small village than a clan land.

The village is built on the mountainside, without vegetation cover, and the whole body is rocky.

The roads and houses are all built of stones, and the front and back of the house are surrounded by wooden fences. The stones have been polished smooth and bright by the erosion of years, wind, sand and rain. ruins.

Tonight, this group of lunatics is more lively than ever. A large group of people gathered together holding torches and shouting sickly.

"Is everyone here?"

"It's all there!"

"Hurry up, I can't wait to insert my arm into the body."

"Hey hey, I can't wait to soak my body with blood and feel the stickiness and heat!"

Everyone began to urge them, and under the light of the fire, they looked like demons dancing wildly. Their eyes integrated all the sickness into it, which was full of exposure and full of killing. The corners of their mouths were raised exaggeratedly, like clown masks, smiling with madness.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go to the slaughter feast, kill Wuyin Village, and kill Shuiying."

Everyone laughed, and the fire flickered in the darkness like a gathering of monsters.

"Go and bring Kimomaro out." The patriarch of the Taketori clan ordered, but as soon as he finished speaking, all the noise stopped for a second.

"At this time, it is time to release the monster. He is our perfect killing machine."

Everyone cheered again.

That's right, that's the way it should be, the tool that makes them all feel fear and disgust should bloom its value, or it will be scrapped tonight.

The night is cold as water.

In a prison of the Taketori clan, the young Junmaro was squatting with his knees hugged against the stone wall. The moonlight shone in, but his eyes did not have any light. His lower body was covered by moonlight, and his upper body was engulfed in darkness.

It is said to be a prison, but it is just an ordinary stone house. The whole body is made of stone blocks. The door and railings of the prison are completely made of wood. It is meaningless to ninjas, but to Kimaro Really a prison.

What locked him was not this fragile building, but his closed heart.

He has been imprisoned here since he can remember. He is clearly a member of the same clan, but everyone is full of fear and loathing for him, and loathing comes from fear.

He doesn't know what he did to make everyone hate him because no one ever told him about it.

He only needs to stay here, and someone will bring water and food on time every day. Of course, these people are occasionally forgetful and will forget the time to deliver the food.

But he didn't care, and neither did those people.

For them, it is enough to let him live, and there is no need to pay attention to the others.

But for Jun Malu, it doesn't even matter whether he is dead or alive. He has no hope, no goal, no fear, and even lacks emotion.

After all, no one taught him these things, and no one wanted to contact him.

But just tonight, the door opened.

The person who brought food to him opened the chain that was more symbolic than actual, casually let it fall on the ground, and then pushed away the wooden railing. Some rotten wood rubbed and creaked, which attracted his eyes.

dinner's ready?

But later or earlier.

"Get out!" the man yelled at him, furiously.

Jun Ma Lu stood up awkwardly, and walked out obediently with bare feet.

"Our Taketori clan is going to do a big thing tonight. Your task is to kill, kill everyone except the Taketori clan. Do you understand!"

Jun Ma Lu still nodded numbly.

"Cut." The man spat, and brought Jun Malu and the clansmen together.

But it is obviously a group, but it is faintly divided into two parts, one part is other people, and the other part is called Jun Malu.

People are repulsed by all weird people and things.

Even the lunatics like them.

For others, they're freaks, and it makes them proud.

But for them, Junmalu is also a freak, so they only have fear and rejection.

Everyone approached Wuyin Village in a mighty manner, and then they were discovered by patrolling ninjas and ninjas on duty.

They were lunatics to begin with, and the fact that they were allowed to sneak was too embarrassing for them.

So everyone shouted and screamed and rushed towards the Kirigakure ninjas, and the Kirigakure ninjas kept coming from all over the place, trying to suppress or directly obliterate this group of traitorous lunatics.

The battle started unexpectedly, the weapons were colliding and there was a metallic clang.

The bones are shattering, accompanied by the splashing of blood.

Jun Ma Lu stood in the field, expressionless, doing nothing, because he didn't know what to do.

Those guys taught him how to kill, but didn't tell him how to start.

So like an outsider, he watched those familiar and unfamiliar clansmen cheer and kill their opponents one by one, and then fell to the ground and withered while screaming.

The splashed blood splashed everywhere, but it didn't stain him one drop, like a green lotus in the mud.

Finally someone made a move on him, it was a Chunin, with a ferocious face, he drew his sword and slashed at him.

In his eyes, this child may be very young, but he is not worthy of pity and keeping. With one cut, the crimes brought by the Taketori clan can be reduced by one point.

But Jun Malu moved, raised his hand, and the bone at the front of the index finger shot out through the flesh, destroying the future, blood splashed and fell on his dull face, coquettish and terrifying.

As if the program had been activated, this life demon flower bloomed amidst the killing.

The spine was pulled out and turned into a long sword. The bones at the end of the ten fingers tear everyone's heart with powerful kinetic energy. The ribs spread out from behind, like a deformed flower, blocking the attack for him while piercing through the opponent. The bones stretched out like special arm arms, cutting through the arteries with each swing.

More and more people were killed, and more and more blood was on their bodies. This perfect war machine was fully powered, and all those who dared to attack him were wiped out.

He moved forward recklessly, and all the people standing in front of him fell to the ground. As a result, the sounds in his ears became less and less, and finally turned into solitude.

He moved forward so fast that no one stood in front of him, and his people couldn't keep up with him, or they couldn't keep up with him anymore, and fell into a pool of blood one by one.

Looking back, the sky and the earth turned into blood, and the gray and white robes of the Taketori clan were soaked in scarlet, like white bones exposed on the ground.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.

What should he do?

Someone always told him what to do before, but now?

What should he do?

Turning around to look at Kirigakure, the village hidden in the mist like a giant beast leaning over, waiting for the food to fall into its mouth and be swallowed by it.

Yes, it seems that he is going to kill someone. As for who, no one has clearly explained to him, male or female?Old and young?No one told him what he looked like, how tall he was, and he was just told to keep killing.

The ribs were retracted, carrying the blood of others, the bones of the elbows were also retracted, and the skin and flesh grew together again.

He looked at the spine in his hand, his eyes were empty.

what should I do?

He looked at Kirigakure again, looking back at the bloody Shura field that he had passed through, hidden in the forest faintly, as if he wanted to become one with the darkness of this day, then he looked at Kirigakure again, Step up and walk over.

He still has a mission, that is, the person who doesn't know his age, gender or identity.

Since he doesn't know his identity, let's kill everyone, so that he can complete the task, and then he can stop, and wait for someone to tell him what to do, whether to go back to that cage, or continue to go to other places to kill who.

Then he stopped, taking a vigilant posture, like a cheetah with its paws outstretched and its body lying low, with the bone knife in front of him, silently watching the figure who appeared at an unknown time.