Konoha: Who says that hunters can't play in the ninja world?

The hunting mark is composed of natural energy according to the fixed framework of the talisman, and it also carries Kazama's spiritual mark. Even at a distance of hundreds of meters, Kazama can only use chakra as a medium to barely direct the movement of the talisman. The only advantage is that natural energy is invisible and cannot be detected.

Also, once marked, the mark will remain until the natural energy dissipates. As long as it enters Fengjian's perception range, the mental imprint on the mark is almost a clear reporting artifact.

For a long-range archer, having an accurate reporting point is a great help. Moreover, the hunting mark has a second function, which is to correct the trajectory.

Under normal circumstances, the trajectory of an arrow shot out is uncontrollable and can only be adjusted with the user's experience to achieve control of the trajectory. Now with the existence of the mark, it attracts the mark on the arrow shaft.

Then when the arrow enters the range of mutual attraction of the marks, the arrow's trajectory will change due to the attraction of the marks until the mark on the arrow coincides with the mark on the target. In other words, as long as Fengjian shoots the arrow into the gravitational range of the mark on the target, the mark on the target will naturally guide the arrow to attack the target.

This will greatly increase the hit rate.

Now, the hunting mark has been placed, and the target doesn't even notice it. Then, the hunt begins.

Bending the bow and drawing the arrow, Feng Jian had no intention of hiding his body. He was testing whether the hunting mark was useful and increasing the difficulty of hitting the target. The position he aimed at was not the target, but the empty space a little to the left of the target, just to verify whether the mark could change the trajectory of the arrow.

"Swoosh" the arrow cuts through the air, and the naked eye can only catch a trace of its trajectory. In the blink of an eye, it reaches the target. The arrow suddenly turns an arc in a very strange way, and then hits the target's back at a strange angle.

The already nervous Root ninja was on high alert while escaping, and he reacted to Kazama's undisguised attack this time.

"Thump" the arrow shot into the body of the Root Ninja, but a sound of wood was heard. The moment the Root Ninja realized the attack was imminent, he completed the simplest substitution technique and narrowly avoided the attack.

"Good reaction, come again." The arrow came through the air again, without any concealment. Even the Root ninjas could see that Kazama, who was holding the empty bow, was slowly putting it down.

"Damn it, I didn't get rid of it, but I'm still being targeted?" The Root Ninja widened his bloodshot eyes and watched a black dot breaking through the air.

"Wind Style, Fierce Wind Palm." C-level ninjutsu, for the Root Elite, the proficiency is enough. One or two seals are enough to complete the release of ninjutsu.

He stretched out one hand, gathered chakra in his palm, and a violent wind-attribute chakra gushed out. It collided with the incoming arrows, and the two offset each other, causing the arrows to be blown away, and the Fierce Wind Palm gradually died down. The second arrow attack was once again resolved.

"That's a good idea. Let's see how many times you can dodge it?" There were plenty of arrows, and it only took a little effort to bend the bow and put the arrow on it. Fengjian had enough patience to grind.

Arrows came in groups of three or five, or one arrow, harassing the Root Ninja from time to time. One hour passed, two hours passed. The Root Ninja had lost hope of escaping, his eyes were dull, his body was trembling, his chakra was almost exhausted, and he only had the last kunai left in his hand. He didn't dare to throw it again, otherwise, he would lose his only weapon.

He no longer wanted to escape, and he had already buried the intelligence on the trees he passed by. He just wanted to lie down now. Living or dead, he felt it didn't matter. He was tired.

Only the fatal sound of the bowstring reminded him again and again that the fatal arrows were coming towards him. The desire for life forced him to raise the kunai again and again to knock the arrows away. He knew that the target was playing tricks on him, otherwise any arrow carrying chakra would be enough to take his name. He was waiting for the final moment to come, hoping that it would not be too painful.

Feng Jian shot hundreds of arrows, and tried almost every shooting angle he could think of. He basically determined that as long as the arrows were within a ten-meter radius of the hunting mark, they would be affected by gravity, and within a five-meter radius, they would almost certainly hit the target. In other words, with the target as the center, the five-meter radius was Feng Jian's sure-kill zone.

"Enough of fun, it's time to end. Ninja technique, arrow rain technique. Oh, forget it, I feel sorry for you, I'll use ninja technique, continuous arrows." Fengjian suddenly thought of something interesting. Since the target is so "big", could the continuous arrows, an archery technique that cannot guarantee a hit, come in handy? It's worth a try.

Four arrows were clamped between his fingers, and the light blue chakra wrapped around the arrows, activating the talisman on the arrow shafts, and then released.

It was indeed impossible to control all four arrows to hit the target, but fortunately, there was a hunting target, and they flew towards the Root Ninja almost at the same time, and because the trajectory of each arrow was different, the direction of the arrows was different. The kunai in the hand of the Root Ninja could not deflect all the arrows.

He dodged one arrow with his body, but failed. It hit his arm. He picked up another arrow, but succeeded. He tried to grab another arrow with his other hand, but failed. The arrow went into his body. Fortunately, it didn't go deep into his flesh, so it was only a flesh wound. The last arrow almost went into his body, and then came out from his back, completely piercing his body. He was already at the end of his strength, and the arrow through his chest was a fatal injury. The Root Ninja didn't even struggle, and fell straight back. Perhaps for him, this ending was the best.

"Zhuataro, go forward and check the situation. Be careful." This time, Fengjian refused to go forward, and Zhuataro became the one with the big head.

Taro looked simple and honest, but he was not stupid. He watched his master being attacked and turned into a blood gourd. Now it was his turn. He was extremely unwilling, but if he didn't go, he would be disobeying his master's order. After thinking about it, Taro went underground and lurked next to the Root Ninja, then circled around him, and ended up sinking the Root Ninja's body into the soil, leaving only its head on the ground.

Taro's version of the heart-decapitation technique.

I want to go forward, but I still feel uneasy, Taro's Soul-scattering Iron Claw.

The iron claws on the small claws were originally made by Fengjian by bending old kunai, and Taro liked them very much. The Soul-scattering Iron Claws were the wind attributes infused into the iron claws. Five iron claws stretched out wind blades more than a foot long, forming a huge wind claw, which was usually used for fighting or cutting, and was invincible.

Now Taro used the huge wind claw as a hidden weapon and threw it out directly. The root ninja, who was only left with his head, was cut into a rotten watermelon by the wind claw.

"Uh uh oh" was caught off guard by such a disgusting scene. Even Fengjian, who had seen countless blood, felt a little stomach uncomfortable.

"Alright, alright. I want you to make sure he's dead, not to destroy him. Red Wolf, clean up the body."

"Ah," the flames spurted out and surrounded the corpse just right.

Fengjian turned around, looked up at the sunlight shining through the forest, and felt particularly comfortable. As expected, the best way to relieve your mood is to vent it. The haze that had attacked him was greatly alleviated by the care from the roots.