Ninja World: Uchiha wants to rebel

After getting rid of the Suna Ninja's pursuit, Akashi took a long detour and returned to the place where he was attacked. He hid carefully and observed for a while.

It was finally confirmed that there were no enemies nearby.

Reverse Flash, who would have thought?

He had to see Qingfang die before he could feel at ease.

The surrounding trees were slanted, and there were traces of the corpse being dragged. The remaining part had not been dealt with yet, and it was obvious that the more valuable ninja had been taken away.

On the battlefield, corpses can also become tools for the enemy.

Many ninjutsu can obtain information and secrets from the dead, especially blood successor ninjas. Even if they are destroyed, they cannot fall into the hands of the enemy.

There will probably be a recycling team coming soon.

He has to hurry up.

After careful identification, Akashi discovered Qingfang.

This guy was lying between two Sand Ninjas, holding a sharp blade in both hands and pierced each other's chest. He himself was stabbed through the kidneys by a kunai. Although he was covered in blood, he was still breathing!

Qingfang is not dead!

I don't know whether it was his loyalty to Danzo that gave him the will to survive, or whether the Suna ninja was too careless and didn't hit the last hit. In short, he was dying at the moment.

Akashi used his transformation technique, and a mask appeared on his face. He walked over and looked at Aofang coldly.

Before finishing him off, I wanted to test him one more time.

"You...are?" The weak Qingfang's eyes were blurred.

"Yaksha."

As soon as the code name was announced, Qingfang immediately opened his eyes as if a flashback had come back to him.

Although Danzo didn't trust Akashi, he still gave him the most basic organization and passwords, and he walked at the root with the code name "Yaksha", which everyone recognized.

Otherwise, it will be bad if our own people start fighting.

So Akaashi knew that Aobo was a root member, but he didn't know his code name.

Qingfang knew about Yasha, but he didn't know that Yasha was Akashi.

"Yaksha, come..."

"Danzo-sama was worried about you and asked me to act as a backup. Now it seems that your mission has failed." Akashi said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Well..." Qingfang breathed weakly and said intermittently, "I, I was plotted, Yu, Yu, Yu..."

"Akaashi Uchiha."

"Yes, he, he..."

"how is he?"

"Know, you know me."

Good guy, I have been talking nonsense for a long time. If I could write a novel, I could write [-] words.

Akashi complained silently, thinking, "Can you hurry up?"

Qingfang seemed to have taken a breath, and a trace of blood appeared on his pale face: "I-I couldn't get the...Sharingan...eye."

Writing wheel eye?

Behind the mask, Akashi couldn't help but chuckle.

I did it for a long time, not to monitor Orochimaru and my movements, but to come here for the Sharingan.

Are you afraid that if I die on the battlefield, no one will collect my body?

Danzo, you are so damn considerate.

How many such ninjas are there in the Sunagakure Border Guard Force?

unknown.

But this one is going to die.

Akashi released the transformation technique and revealed the Sharingan. He chuckled at him: "Is it this kind of eye?"

Qingfang's pupils were shaking and his whole body was twitching: "You...poof!"

Under the mental shock, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, kicked his legs, and breathed his last.

"Sleep peacefully."

Akashi expressed his blessing to him, stabbed him in the heart, set a fire, and then ran all the way.

Near sunset, we finally arrived at the supply station.

There are medical supplies, food and water supplies here, and the wounded can be properly accommodated.

Fortunately, Kudo and others had arrived a long time ago, and there were no obstacles along the way.Everyone who was tired went to rest, but Captain Kudo was still waiting for the team members.

He was relieved when he saw Akashi.

"Great, you are finally back. Let's go rest first... Where is Qingfang?"

"In order for me to retreat first, he was willing to be surrounded by Suna ninja. Now he is probably..." Akashi's acting skills exploded, and he forced out a look of discomfort.

Kudo was lucky enough to be silent for a moment and sighed: "This is war, don't blame yourself too much. The search team has been dispatched and will find him."

"Hopefully."

"Speaking of which, you are hiding very deep. I just found out that you were once a subordinate of Lord Orochimaru. No wonder you can hide the Snake Hand."

Akashi scratched his head, pretending to be shy.

The two chatted a few more words and entered the camp.

Dark night.

The dark clouds in the sky were like an iron curtain, blocking the bright slanting moon tightly, hard and oppressive.

Several camps are connected.

Konoha ninjas were walking around and patrolling.

Usually a group of four people are responsible for keeping vigil, taking turns, but it is too late at night to doze off, so the few people who change the guard gather together and chat about interesting things to pass the time and relieve fatigue.

Uncle Xincheng took his seat at the change of guard, and a young ninja stood up reluctantly and took over with a frown on his face.

He was frowning not because of the hard work of night patrol, but because he could no longer hear the anecdotes told by Uncle Shinjo. This stubble-faced chuunin was very experienced and full of new things. He didn't know where he came from on the border. So much news.

From the Kingdom of Waves to the Kingdom of Iron, from the wives and concubines of a certain Fire City nobleman to the secrets of trade between various countries, he can tell a story about everything.

Uncle Shinjo looked at the leaving ninja and smiled.

Several people have gathered around.

"Uncle, have you been to the Kingdom of Wind?"

"Of course I've been there." The Xincheng uncle touched his beard and said in a hearty voice, "That damn place is very poor. Except for a few oases, it's full of yellow sand. I went there twice and never wanted to go there again, but the wind There are so many beauties in this country.”

These words caused several people to exclaim in surprise.

"Tell me about it, tell me about it!"

"I heard that Elder Chiyo of Sunagakure was also a great beauty when she was young, and some people even treasured her swimsuit photos."

"Well, I can't accept this aesthetic."

Several ninjas burst into laughter.

Only Akashi on one side only slightly twitched the corner of his mouth and did not make a sound.

Someone noticed his expression and asked: "Akashi-kun, what kind of girl do you like? The Uchiha clan are all so handsome, so they are very popular with girls, right?"

"Me?" Akashi smiled, "Not interested."

"That's because you haven't met the person you're interested in yet, and you'll be interested when the time comes!" One person laughed.

After chatting for a while, they talked about the products and customs of the Kingdom of Wind.

Finally, we talked about the protracted war.

Suddenly, Uncle Shinjo sighed and shook his head slightly: "After all, I have been a ninja for decades, and now I am just a chuunin. The little money I have saved is just enough for one person." His face was wet. With a lonely look on his face, he said, "If I stay here for another two years, I will either die on the battlefield, or I will retire, and then I will settle on a piece of land for my retirement."

"Uncle Xincheng..."

It was the first time they heard him say such sad words, and several ninjas looked a little sad.

"Haha, you are different. You are in your prime, and the beauties of the Kingdom of Wind will be left to you!"

Before he finished speaking, Akashi's eyes changed sternly, and he looked into the darkness, his heart beating rapidly.

In the night, a piercing murderous intention came!

Suddenly, a black thorn shot out of the air and hit his head with a whooshing sound.

After a muffled sound, Uncle Xincheng fell straight down, his empty eyes bulged into round balls, and the obscene smile at the corner of his mouth slowly solidified and was stained with bright red blood.

The fishy smell of blood lingered in the dark night, and everyone smelled the smell of death.

The ninja who was joking just now fell to the ground, his pupils trembled, the hairs on his body stood up, and his throat felt like rolling stones: "Uncle Xincheng——!"

Everyone's brains were buzzing, blood rushed to their heads, fear was mixed with anger, and they roared loudly:

"Fuck! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"