The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

The creaking frame was dangerous just to hear, resting on two uneven wheels, it not only bumped up and down, but also drifted left and right.

Lu Jie, a young man who can also be called Lu Jie, hugged the shaft of the car with a look on his face and did not dare to move.

He was a driver driving a car on a dirt road, and he dared to sit in front and control the reins. When we reached the mountain road, we saw towering mountain walls on one side and steep slopes covered with branches on the other.

Just now, a stone the size of a human head fell from the mountain wall, flying sand and rocks with a thunderous sound, grazing his scalp and flying towards the cliff. With such unyielding energy, he almost wondered if someone was ambushing him above.

Lu Jie touched the scratched Tian Ling Gai, feeling lingering fear.

"Lord Ji Jun, why don't we take another road? The mountain road is rugged and there are a lot of bandits. Let's go around the foot of the mountain. Although it's a little farther, it's safer. We can also replenish some supplies in the village."

Izayoi leaned against the rickety carriage, with the pumpkin vines serving as the ceiling hanging down beside her. The vines bend into circles, forming a swirling shape.

"It doesn't matter. Just keep moving forward."

Shikasuke smiled bitterly and climbed up from the carriage, tremblingly waving the dead vines and twisting the rope. The rope whip was thrown into an almost perfect circle, and then suddenly straightened, making a snapping sound. The old cow pulling the cart blew out two puffs of heavy breath from its nostrils and let out a low, long moo. The strong shoulders and limbs exerted force at the same time, and the loose frame began to move.

Shikasuke swung the rope whip again. The crisp sound of the whip bounced off the mountain wall and spread far and wide in the mountain.

The pumpkin vines hanging on the temples were shaken open, sometimes straightening and sometimes shrinking like springs. Izayoi opened her eyes slightly, and a vine was broken and fell into the center of her open palm.

With the big boss's guarantee, Lusuke, as a driver, completely let himself go. In order not to crowd Ji Jun in the car, he sat sideways on the shaft of the car, his legs swinging with the shaking of the car.

An ox cart that cannot be called a cart is traveling through the mountains. The tree shades cut the blue sky into irregular fragments, and the sun shines downward through the kaleidoscope-like gaps. Where the light spots fell, some sun-loving plants stretched themselves out as hard as they could, tilting their heads and blooming in the sunlight.

The sunlight also passes through the pumpkin vine leaves and is cut into a hazy halo by layers of blocks. Izayoi leaned against the carriage, half-squinting his eyes, and fiddling with the remaining sixteen beads with his fingers.

Noon is approaching and the sun is getting fierce.

The forest leaves were lifted up by the wind, rubbing against each other and rustling. The dust on the ground gradually began to stir.

Shikasuke wiped his bald forehead, his hands covered with sweat. He looked up and saw that the spring sunshine was a bit too dazzling.

That dazzling light spot quickly enlarged, slowly and quickly, from the mottled light and shadow, it aimed at the young man's throat and stabbed it quickly.

Shikasuke's pupils and kunai tips dilated at the same time. The masked attacker jumped into the air, and suddenly stopped as if his body was pulled by something.

Shikasuke rolled down from the car's shaft, hid under the car, and shouted: "Enemy attack!"

After he hid, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten Ji Jun in the carriage. His body stiffened for a while, trying to reach out to save people. But countless wooden arrows were shot from all directions, making it impossible for anyone to look around.

At the end of the road, a masked man quickly made seals. Noticing Shikasuke's red eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth through the mask.

"Tu Dun·Tu Liu Gun!"

The mountain road has sharp spikes rising from far to near. The triangular earth thorns overturned all the trees along the road, forcing only the oxen and carts to come over.

Shikasuke gritted his teeth and grasped the money bag at his waist. It contained the money given to him by the village chief to finance businessmen. The back of the car contains the celestial porcelain that he spent three months researching to improve and bake. Not to mention that there is Mr. Ji Jun in the carriage.

If he doesn't stand up now, all his hard work over the past six months will be wasted. Ji Jun cannot fall into the hands of these rogue ninjas.

He no longer tried to find a gap under the car to save the person, he also formed a seal with his hands, and in the eyes of the other person's disbelief, he jumped into the car.

"go!"

Shikasuke stretched out his hand and caught the empty one. The next wave of attacks was like tarsal maggots, shattering the already fragile wooden planks of the carriage. He protected his head and jumped from the back of the car, jumping back several times in succession, far away from the attack range.

This was when Tu Liu Gun came to the front of the car. Qing Niu, who had been loyal and honest all his life, lay down and huddled in a ball. He had no time to avoid it and was about to be pierced by Tu Liu.

A scroll was thrown in front of it from nowhere. A hazy circle of light unfolded, and the same earth wall bulged, blocking the attack of the earth flow gun.

Izayoi walked out from the other side of Ao Niu and waved to Shikasuke.

Shikasuke looked at her in astonishment.

"Lead the cow behind."

Fortunately, it was Shikasuke who was brought out this time. This young man with a particularly smooth forehead was very responsive and took action immediately after her instructions.

Judging from Ji Jun's movement speed and the scroll he threw, it seems that he has some confidence. Shikasuke, who hid behind, had time to think about the intelligence behind this pre-attack.

The earthen wall blocked all attacks from the front. But the wooden arrow just came from more than one direction, and it is not continuing now. Is it a trap set in advance, with only two waves?

Then the only enemy that needs to be faced directly is the ninja using earth escape in front. The Doryu Spear is not a very rare ninjutsu, and any good ninja can use some of it. But with such a large range of power, only certain ninja clans have the ability. The most famous person who uses Earth Release is the Senju of the Forest!

Shikasuke felt his scalp hurt, and his already upward hairline was even worse.

He is just a little ninja who knows some secret skills. He really doesn't have the confidence to save people from the hands of the rich!

One hit misses. The ninja drew his katana and stepped forward. The sharp blade reflected a dazzling light, and drew an arc of light, passing over the earth wall and stabbing the person hiding behind the wall.

Snow skin, red lips, black hair and black eyes.

is a beauty!

Before the look in his eyes turned obscene, a shadow suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed his wrist.

The "Thousand Hands" ninja turned over and dodged, stepped on the tall earth wall, and held the knife on his shoulder.

"Nara? Are you the guard nin on this trip?" He chuckled and glanced at Izayoi with lustful eyes. "Little girl, you have to find a man as strong as me. Guys who are incompetent will only bring you trouble."

Nara Shikasuke stepped forward with a grimace and stretched out his hand to block Izayoi.

"Oh! Let me tell you. This road is really impassable. Even if you take a detour and go down the mountain, those bandits are much easier to deal with than the ninjas. If you have any preparations, leave them for yourself to escape. If three If I don’t come back after a few minutes, it’s likely that I can’t stop him.”

"I can't stop you from coming?"

Nara Shikasuke sighed and tried to straighten his slumped shoulders, pretending to look great.

"You have to block him even if you can't. This guy is not a good person at first glance. Although I am not a good person, I always have a certain bottom line. The elderly, women, children, and the weak all have a very difficult life."

After replying to Ji-kun with the previous words, Shikasuke looked at the masked ninja with the last sentence. He put on his posture seriously and said, "Ji Jun just wants to find a way for everyone to survive. Why do you have to cause trouble for them, don't you think?"

The masked ninja sneered and put down the katana from his shoulder with disdain.

"I only know how to prey on the weak and use money to do things. I can do as much work as I can. Little bitches, just stay at home and run around. Don't be stared at!"

He cautiously flew out his shuriken to test it first.

I originally thought that the target was an unarmed woman, and I could easily capture her by setting up a trap and getting rid of the guards around her. Unexpectedly, there were official ninjas accompanying him for protection, and they were members of the Nara clan who mastered secret techniques. Aren't they only active in the west of the Fire Country? When did you dare to reach out to the east?

Shikasuke pulled out his kunai and knocked off the flying shuriken, blocked it in front of him, and said quickly and quietly: "Ji-kun. This person is very strong. I won't be able to stop him for long. You take advantage of the opportunity and run away."

"Run? There are my companions beside you! Beauty, just surrender and capture me. I can also consider letting you go. But this Nara must die here today!"

Izayoi, who had always been like a porcelain doll, finally reacted.

She retracted her hand hanging in her big sleeve, and a trace of ink that was too thick to dissolve flowed into Shikasuke's shadow. In his disbelieving eyes, Nara's shadow binding technique expanded to several times its original area.

Shikasuke pointed at the shadow he released in surprise, Aba Aba, Aba Aba.

Izayoi raised his left hand and touched his forehead.

"You're reinforced. Go ahead."

If it were Tianshu and others, Izayoi would still think of other ways to solve the situation. But Shikasuke was a Nara, and as soon as she used her shadow to knock away the wooden arrows that were aimed at the carriage, she noticed the flowing Yin-type chakra.

The Yin attribute has a natural affinity with her. Shikasuke's every move and shadow direction were as vivid as holding a fire staff. It was the only chakra she could summon. There is no need to practice or extract, just gently move the death mask that seals the body, and the purest negative power will naturally radiate out.

Seeing his righteous behavior of running away without leaving anyone behind, Izayoi gave his power to a normal living person for the first time. In the past, Tianshu Butterfly and others waited until the other party's Yintang turned black and his whole body was wrapped in death energy before choosing to intervene.

Although Shikasuke has always been lazy and did not practice taijutsu in the village for several months, he spent every day thinking about how to build the kiln entrance and hide his identity as a ninja. But the energy around him has always been bright. This is a young man full of love for life.

If such a person accepts the power from the Death Mask, what kind of effects will it have?

Izayoi was also curious.

They both have Yin attributes, so please give Nara Shikasuke a hard time.

The results came out very quickly.

The shadow binding technique expands the area, and Shikasuke quickly discovered the best way to manipulate it. He dispersed the shadows into a net with his handprints, blocking the path of the masked ninja, and finally used the shade of the trees to separate a separate path and catch him.

Big is good, more is beautiful. Why do we need tactical insertion when we can cover it with firepower?

Shikasuke did not waste the sudden expansion of the spell's effect. He put down all the chips at once and finally won the victory.

Throwing the tightly tied masked ninja in front of Hime-kun, Nara Shikasuke smiled and tied up his hair that had been loose for more than half a year.

"Kill them. The bullock cart that was finally built has been smashed, and the porcelain is gone! We will have to walk later. It will be too troublesome to carry such a burden."

If you really want to kill someone, why bother tying them up?

Or is it that people named Nara like to use words to pry into people's hearts?

Izayoi glanced at him amusedly, then walked around the bundled masked ninja without comment, and slowly walked to the green cow to comfort it.

“Cows can also be used as beasts of burden.”

Shikasuke smiled and threw the bundled masked ninja onto the back of the cow, picked up the rope whip scattered aside and swung it hard. Qingniu heard the sound and started to move.

He maliciously whipped him a few more times, and the whip fell on the man's back.

"Shikasuke," Izayoi warned.

"My hands are slipping, my hands are slipping." Shikasuke responded with a playful smile.

"Save it for the black market and ask how much the bonus is."

"Yes!" Lusuke smiled even more happily.

Ignoring the struggle on the back of the bull, he shouted and waved his whip. A group of three people headed in the direction of Tanchu Street.

Hashirama stood at the entrance of Tanshu Street, standing on tiptoes and looking towards the mountainside.

Hirata, who was about to start business, passed by for the fifth time with a bucket, and couldn't help but said: "Your brother came here in person to cancel your VIP treatment, and even told the surrounding restaurants and shops not to do your business. Give up. !”

Hashirama turned around strangely.

"Why give up?"

"The gambling house is gone."

"It's gone when it's gone."

He answered so confidently that Hirata couldn't figure out what he meant. The humiliating sight of this guy being thrown out of the gambling den by thugs is still vivid in his mind.

If you're not a bad gambler, why would you be like this? He can't really be a boy who gives away money.

"You can't drink anymore." He emphasized again.

Hashirama touched the back of his head and said with a naive smile: "I don't drink much in the first place."

If you are not a target customer, asking more questions is a waste of time.

Hirata simply picked up the bucket and turned around to leave.

What is love!

Hashirama continued to look towards the mountainside. Finally, at dusk, he found the person he wanted to see.

A young man with pigtails leading to the sky appeared at the end of the path, holding an old cow. The old cow carries "luggage" on its back. On one side is a porcelain bowl tied with straw, and on the other side is a big man.

The figure wearing a curtain and hat was the last to emerge from the shade.

A green coat, a tan lining, and long, ink-black hair hanging down from her shoulders.

Izayoi finally returned here.