Naruto: Blood Mist Escape

夜晚

The starlight shone on the east gate sentry post. Wuxin stood at the edge of the sentry post, counting the stars out of boredom. Behind him, Murayama Yuto was lying on the floor, breathing faintly.

"A B-rank mission, it seems, is just like this? I thought it would be very dangerous..."

The night shift is divided into three time periods: 8:00 to midnight, midnight to four, and four to early morning. Wuxin is on duty in the second shift. Wuxin only slept for a short while in the first shift and still feels a little tired.

According to the teaching of the Ninja School, ninjas would mostly launch attacks at night in the early morning hours. Murayama Yuto asked Wuxin to be on duty in the second shift, actually to take care of Wuxin. After four o'clock, Murayama Yuto would wake up and take over to deal with the dangerous early morning hours.

Haloxylon ammodendron...

"what?"

Wuxin let out a light exclamation. In the silent night, Muran's faint voice aroused Wuxin's vigilance. Chakra surged in his body, and he formed seals with his hands and performed perception techniques.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, fifty meters...

"Are there really people? Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen people!

Only one of them has chakra."

The unintentional perception ninjutsu actually detected someone moving around within the range.

Wuxin gently patted the sleeping Murayama Yuto, and Murayama Yuto opened his eyes instantly.

"Teacher Yuto, there are unknown people approaching, sixteen in total. One of them has chakra, I'm going to investigate."

Wuxin leaned against Murayama Yuto and whispered softly.

When two people are on duty, if there is any abnormal situation, they must alert their teammates and let them be on guard. If they rush out to investigate, it is easy to cause unprepared teammates to be captured and killed.

There were bloodshot in Murayama Yuto's eyes, and it seemed that he did not sleep well. Hearing this, he nodded to Wuxin.

Wu Xin jumped down from his sentry post, quietly sneaked into the night, and approached the people who were sneaking towards the village.

The mountain village was pitch black at night, and one could only barely see what was happening within a few meters with the moonlight.

Wuxin, who was silent and stealthy, quickly found the place where he had sensed the strangers before, hiding in the night, observing these uninvited guests.

In the cover of night, sixteen people crept into the mountain stronghold. Each of them had a long sword on his waist, and many of them even carried quivers and longbows.

Wuxin couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, but he could still see the outlines of the long swords and longbows at their waists. At night, carrying weapons and sneaking around, Wuxin knew that these people must have bad intentions, so he took out kunai and shuriken from the ninja tool bag behind his waist.

call out!call out!call out!

There was a sound of breaking air, and several kunai and shurikens shot into the crowd.

puff!puff!

"Wow!"

"I'm injured!"

The dull sound of sharp blades piercing the body, along with the man's screams of pain, pierced the night.

"Asshole! Light a torch!"

Accompanied by a furious roar, several torches soon lit up in the night. In the light of the fire, a team of more than ten people, three of whom had kunai and shurikens stabbed in their bodies, and blood gushed out.

These people were less than thirty meters away from the gate of the village.

"Warriors, it's time to show your martial arts skills. Kill!"

At the front of the team, a man with an ancient samurai topknot hairstyle glanced at the injured team members, drew his sword, roared, and rushed towards the village.

"Kill!"

"kill!"

Inspired by the warrior leader, shouts of killing broke out and the attackers drew their swords and rushed towards the village.

Wuxin, who was lying on the ground not far away and hiding in the night, looked at the scene in amazement.

"Isn't this a bit too stupid?"

Wuxin didn't know much about samurai, but he knew he had to fight them off. He quickly got up from the ground, took out a kunai, and shot at the running samurai.

call out!call out!call out!

There were sounds of breaking air, and Wuxin swung his arms quickly, shooting out more than ten kunai in a few seconds.

The warriors were attacked from the side and were caught off guard. They immediately became panicked and shouted all kinds of words.

"Ninja?"

"I'm injured!"

"Run!"

"Escape!"

Several samurai fell, and what Wuxin didn't expect was that after they realized they were attacked by ninjas, they immediately turned around and ran away. The injured ones were limping, but their speed was not slow at all.

In a few seconds, the samurai team of more than ten people was reduced to a man with a fringe hairstyle, except for two corpses on the ground.

Wu Xin looked at these warriors who were acting like they were in a drama. His original fear and caution disappeared. He jumped and came to a place not far in front of the warriors in the field.

"Hey, your companions have all run away, aren't you going to run away?"

Wuxin asked calmly with a relaxed expression. On the second floor of the city gate next to him, there was a senior ninja named Murayama Yuto lurking there to raid the enemy camp.

"How can I be compared to those lowly foot soldiers?"

The samurai with a jiggly hairstyle stood in front of him with a sword in both hands, staring at Wuxin, while moving his feet slowly forward.

"Resist tenaciously!"

Seeing this, Wuxin reached into the tool bag behind his waist and threw two shurikens at the samurai.

Ding! clang!

The samurai with the haircut swung her long sword and easily knocked away two shurikens.

"what?"

Wuxin let out a light exclamation and found that this warrior leader did not seem to be a mediocre person.

The samurai with the hairpin on his head looked solemn, slowly raised his long sword above his head, and bent his knees slightly. Suddenly, he made a quick leap, directly jumping over a distance of nearly five meters, and at the same time, he slashed down with his long sword, even making a sound of wind.

Wuxin was already alert when the warrior's knees bent. Facing the warrior's chop, Wuxin took a step forward, holding the kunai in both hands and crossed it, blocking the long sword that was chopping down.

"Hey!"

The samurai was skilled in swordsmanship, and he changed his moves quickly. After a loud roar, he swung his long sword downwards and slashed to the left at the same time. The long sword and Wuxin's kunai collided, and a few sparks flew. The samurai pulled the long sword back completely and turned sideways to Wuxin, but the tip of the sword was facing Wuxin's chest, and he suddenly thrust forward.

Wuxin reacted very quickly. After the samurai drew back his sword, he jumped sideways to get away from the samurai and avoided the assassination. Wuxin felt unsafe after pulling away a step, so he jumped back two more steps.

The fight between the two seemed long-lasting, but in fact it was quick as a flash. Wuxin understood that the warrior in front of him had extraordinary swordsmanship and was not an easy opponent.

Wuxin shot the pain in both hands towards the warrior and quickly formed seals with his free hands.

After the samurai chopped off the shuriken thrown by Wuxin, he made a move in the future. With two bangs, there were five Wuxins on the field.

Four of the Wuxin started running and formed a five-pointed star formation with the Wuxin who was still in place, surrounding the warrior.

The samurai with the hairpin hair stood in front of him with his long sword held in both hands, and turned his head to look around.

The five Wuxin held kunai and rushed forward silently, attacking the samurai.

"Do you think I don't know which one is the real one? Die, scum!"

The samurai with the hairpin took aim at Wuxin, who had been in the middle, and rushed forward swiftly, stabbing Wuxin through.