Naruto: Blood Mist Escape

On the beach in the southwest of the Fire Country, more than a dozen young men and women were happily playing in the water.

One of the young men was fat and hugged a young girl with a sly smile on his face.

The shy girl was reluctant to accept, lowered her head and did not dare to look at the young man. She glanced to the side and found something wrong.

"Master... you, you look over there, is that, is that a fleet?"

"Kyoko, don't try to change the subject."

The obese young man spoke obscenely and moved his hands up and down, thinking that the maid's words were an escape.

Among the warrior guards on the beach, a white-haired old man who looked like a captain looked at the fleet slowly approaching from the sea, sensed the danger, and shouted towards the sea:

"Master Taro! Master Taro! There is an unknown fleet in the distance. They look like pirates. Leave here first!"

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Far away in the sea

In the fleet slowly sailing towards the coast, at the bow of the frontmost gorgeous ship, the tall and fat Xiguashan puffer ghost was looking at the black spots on the distant beach, with the corners of his mouth raised so high that it even reached the height of his nose, with a cruel and hideous grin on his face.

Behind the pufferfish demon, Wuxin and Hoshigaki Kisame, wearing ANBU equipment, stood quietly.

Wuxin naturally also saw the crowd on the beach in the distance.

"We have been fighting for our lives in the barren Wind Kingdom, it is time to go to the rich Fire Kingdom for some fun.

Wu, Shark, go and capture them! I want to torture them for information!"

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost's words were filled with excitement, and he raised his right hand and waved it forward.

"Yes!" X2

Wuxin and Kisame responded, condensed their chakra on their feet, jumped off the boat, and ran towards the beach on the waves.

The fleet was actually some distance away from the beach shore. The silhouettes of people on the shore seen from the boats were all black dots, which showed that the distance was not close.

"Finally I can move around."

Kisame ran on the waves at a very fast speed, his words filled with excitement.

Unlike Kisame's excitement, Wuxin remained silent. This kind of mission of kidnapping civilians was not the type that Wuxin liked.

The two of them rushed forward quickly, sprinting towards the coast like a tiger descending a mountain.

The crowd playing on the shore seemed to realize the danger and fled in all directions, leaving only six warrior-like men watching on the shore.

"I'll take care of them, and you go catch the guy."

Wuxin rushed to the shore, gave some instructions, and rushed directly towards the warriors.

The six warriors also drew their swords at this time, shouting and rushing towards Wuxin and Kisame.

Wuxin stretched his hands behind his waist, holding four kunai in each hand. The moment he stepped onto the beach, he jumped into the air and shot kunai at the samurai. His hands waved repeatedly, and the kunai were like free raindrops.

call out!call out!call out!

The six warriors shouted loudly, but they were weak and fell in the rain of kunai in an instant. Only an old warrior with white hair survived the rain of kunai and was not stabbed by a single kunai.

Wuxin, who had fired his kunai in mid-air, landed ten meters in front of the white-haired warrior.

Seeing this, the white-haired warrior shouted loudly and rushed forward quickly to attack Wuxin.

Wu Xin was calm and fearless. He pressed the handle of the knife on his back with his right hand, slightly bent his knees and lowered his upper body.

When the white-haired warrior rushed five meters in front of him, Wuxin straightened his knees, bounced forward, and at the same time drew his sword and slashed horizontally, performing a powerful and sharp sword-drawing move.

Ding!

The white-haired warrior seemed to have anticipated Wuxin's swordsmanship. He swung his sword diagonally to the upper left, easily blocking Wuxin's powerful sword strike. At the same time, he slashed down with his sword, slicing towards Wuxin's neck.

Wuxin's sword attack was broken. He was slightly startled and dodged the blade, retreating back and creating some distance.

The white-haired warrior took advantage of the situation and did not show any mercy. As soon as Wuxin retreated, he followed him with big strides, sticking to Wuxin and slashing with his long sword.

Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang!

The long swords collided with each other, making a crisp sound. At the same time, Wuxin's heart sank, realizing that he had been careless. The samurai was an expert in swordsmanship, and he had chosen the wrong strategy in close combat with this samurai.

Wuxin wanted to increase the distance again, but found that the white-haired warrior was as sticky as taffy, and his attack was so fierce that Wuxin could not concentrate on forming hand seals and performing ninjutsu.

"Hey! Ha!"

The white-haired warrior shouted continuously and slashed continuously with an intimidating momentum.

Wuxin's face was gloomy, but he had practiced swordsmanship for a long time and was no mediocre. He blocked the white-haired warrior's attacks with his long sword, and not only blocked all of his attacks, but also thought about strategies.

Finally, Wuxin dodged and retreated when the white-haired warrior revealed a flaw, raised his sword and chopped down with great force.

At the same time, he reached into the ninja tool bag behind his waist with his left hand, took out a few kunai, and shot them towards the white-haired samurai.

The distance was less than five meters, extremely close. The white-haired warrior moved his body and swung his sword, and actually blocked all the attacks without even a scratch.

"Boy, you can't use ninjutsu.

Hey, are you shaking with fear?"

After the white-haired warrior finished defending against the ninja tools, he stepped forward and twisted his waist, preparing to launch another powerful attack. A hint of bloodthirstiness also appeared on his calm face, but he noticed that the long sword in Wuxin's hand was shaking, and a hint of doubt flashed in his bloodthirsty eyes.

After Wuxin threw the ninja tool, he pointed the tip of the sword horizontally at the white-haired warrior, and the long sword shook slightly. The white-haired warrior thought Wuxin was shaking, but in fact Wuxin was using his secret technique.

"Wushinryu: Yanagi!"

Wuxin opened his lips and softly sentenced the white-haired warrior to death. The shaking long sword seemed to turn into willow branches. The willow branches split, one became ten, ten became a hundred, and in an instant they became densely packed, wrapping up the white-haired warrior.

The white-haired warrior twisted his waist and used the power of his feet to slash fiercely, but halfway through the slash, his movements suddenly stopped, as if he was under a spell and suddenly could not move.

After Wuxin finished the prelude of the Illusion Sword Willow, his body moved like the track of swaying willow branches, seemingly swaying, yet rushing forward at an extremely fast speed.

laugh!

The white-haired old man's head flew up, and his dull eyes finally became clear, but it was too late. His head fell heavily to the ground.

"Humph."

Wuxin snorted coldly, shook his long sword, then wiped the remaining blood on his sleeve and slowly put it back into the sheath.

While Wuxin was fighting, all the people on the beach had fled into the forest. Wuxin closed his eyes and used his perception technique. In just one second, he detected the nearest person.

Wu Xin opened his eyes and chased after the civilians in the woods. He rushed across the beach and entered the forest, where he blocked the two fleeing people with a few quick moves.

One of the two people is a fat man wearing a pair of big shorts, and the other is a young woman wearing equally cool clothes.

"No... don't kill me, I am the eldest son of the Kitayama family, Kitayama Taro, I have a ransom... please, please don't kill me..."

The fat man looked at Wuxin who was emitting murderous aura, leaned against the tree stump, pulled the woman in front of him to resist, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

Wu Xin looked down at the two people trembling in front of him, slowly drew out the long sword with his right hand, and said expressionlessly:

"Ransom? Tell me."

When Kitayama Taro saw Wuxin draw his long sword, he was terrified to the extreme. He pushed the maid aside and crawled into the forest, crying as he crawled:

"I am Kitayama Taro, the eldest son of the Kitayama family. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me."

"If you don't say it now, you'll never have the chance to say it again."

Wuxin spoke in a cold and solemn voice. Although he didn't know what kind of family the Beishan family was, looking at the badge on his pants, it was the same as the badge on the white-haired old man's clothes. A family of samurai servants that could have the strength of the white-haired old man must be either rich or noble.

Under the unintentional threat, the obese man, Kitayama Taro, seemed to regain some of his sanity. He stopped crawling, turned his head and said tremblingly:

"I said, I said, our Beishan family has mines and money. No matter how much you want, I can give it to you.

Don't come over here, 100 million taels, 1 billion taels, gold mines, chakra mines!"

Seeing that the young man didn't mention the ransom for a long time, Wuxin walked towards him with a knife in hand. After just two steps, the guy said the key point that Wuxin wanted to hear.

Kitayama Taro saw Wuxin stopped and saw that there was a chance to save his life, so he hurriedly continued:

"There is a Sugasaki Castle next to our family's territory. In that Sugasaki Castle there are treasures left by the Sugasaki Daimyo during the Warring States Period. If you want them, I'll give them to you!"

"Shuzaki Castle?"

Wuxin touched his chin and repeated it softly. He felt like he had some impression of this name.