Naruto: Blood Mist Escape

Samejima Ryoma finished his questioning and there was silence in the room. Considering what happened to Takumi-san, no one dared to respond.

The silent atmosphere in the field gradually became depressing. Samejima Ryoma took out a pocket watch from his vest slowly, opened the cover of the pocket watch to check the time, and said in a cold voice:

"Since there are no objections, the fifty-eight groups of candidates will go to the corresponding training grounds according to the previous divisions. The examination time is one hour.

As your teacher, I emphasize again that the losers of this exam will have only one outcome, and that is... death!"

When Samejima Ryoma said the last word "death", a fierce murderous aura emanated from his body again. At the same time, the four examiners and teachers beside him also cooperated and exuded the murderous aura of elite ninjas. For a moment, the majestic murderous aura swept across all the candidates in the venue.

Gu...

Under the fierce murderous aura, the expressions of many candidates suddenly became dull, and many of them even swallowed their saliva uncontrollably.

Seeing that the intimidation, oppression and teasing were almost enough, Samejima Ryoma waved his hand:

"The exam begins!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the candidates jumped away from their original positions as if they had received amnesty.

The five teachers said nothing and watched the candidates leave quietly. After a while, a Chunin teacher on Samejima Ryoma's right asked softly:

“Lord Ryouma, why don’t you let Wuxin and Momochi Zabuza fight each other?

They are the two best people in the class, and in previous competitions, they are always evenly matched.

The graduation exam should be able to determine the winner, right?"

Samejima Ryoma heard his colleague's question and did not answer immediately. After a brief silence, he said softly:

"Wushin and Momochi Zabuza are not close friends, and the purpose of selecting Genin is not to pick the best one or two Genin, but to select a group of outstanding ninjas.

Wuxin and Momochi Zabuza are both rare geniuses, and they are also descendants of famous ninjas in the village. The Mizukage is also paying attention to them...

The purpose of the graduation exam is to allow students to sever their ties and understand the true meaning of being a ninja..."

Samejima Ryoma paused for a moment, then continued with a complicated expression:

"It's not about letting them die in vain..."

The other Chunin teacher on the left heard Samejima Ryoma's words, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he said softly:

“I see. To be honest, even I often feel pressured by Zabuza Momochi and Mushin.

Lord Ryouma, did you injure Mitsui Takumi so that you can recruit Wuxin in the future?"

Samejima Ryoma's expression turned serious when he heard the words. He turned his head to look at the ninja who asked the question and said in a cold voice:

"No, I didn't hurt Mitsui Takumi intentionally. Takumi just looked badly injured, but he wasn't actually injured.

Although I admire Wuxin, I will never deliberately favor him. This is my ethics as a teacher.

After all, for this graduation exam, the candidates have to sacrifice their lives..."

As Samejima Ryoma spoke, his voice became increasingly low.

......

A17 Training Ground

Wuxin supported Mitsui Takumi and slowly put him on the ground.

"Takumi, how are you? Are you holding up?"

Mitsui Takumi had been severely injured by his teacher Samejima Ryoma after being thrown down hard. The blood flowing from the corners of his mouth dyed his chin red, making him look very miserable.

Mitsui Takumi placed his hands on his chest and rubbed the place where he was previously grabbed by his teacher Samejima Ryoma.

“I… I’m fine, ahem… Wuxin, just kill me.

In this exam, only one of us can survive...

I am…never your opponent, so please…take care of my parents for me…”

Takumi's eyes were dazed and his expression became increasingly listless. He responded softly to Wuxin and gave his last words.

Wu Xin looked at Mitsui Takumi's miserable state, listened to his last words, frowned, and said in a deep voice:

“Takumi, I told you, I will never do this!

Believe me, there is a way to pass this exam without dying!

You know Momochi Zabuza, he..."

puff!

Wuxin stopped talking abruptly, his expression was dull, he slowly lowered his head to look at his chest, and a black kunai blade pierced his heart.

Below, Mitsui Takumi, who was lying on the ground with a listless look on his face, had a puff of smoke coming out of his body, and his entire body suddenly turned into a wooden stake.

"Substitute...jutsu..."

Wuxin slowly turned his head and glanced sideways, looking at the murderer behind him.

There was blood on Mitsui Takumi's chin, but his face was not depressed. At this moment, his eyes were filled with shame, self-blame, reluctance, hesitation... and the pride of having succeeded in his conspiracy.

"Takumi...w...why?"

Wuxin's eyes were unfocused, and when he saw clearly that the person behind him was indeed his good friend Takumi, his face was full of disbelief, and he stammered out the last question.

Faced with Wuxin's question, Mitsui Takumi's eyes were filled with more guilt, and he choked up and said:

"I'm sorry...Wu Xin, forgive me, I...I don't want to die!"

Mitsui Takumi's guilt lasted less than three seconds. His movements became more and more brutal. He twisted the kunai handle hard, and the sharp blade of the kunai stirred Wuxin's flesh and blood.

The expression on Mitsui Takumi's face gradually became distorted and ferocious, and he shouted hysterically:

"Wuxin! Only one person can survive this exam!

Samejima Ryoma-sensei said that the only outcome for losers is death! Only death!

Wuxin, even if we don’t kill each other, we will be killed by the teacher in the end!

I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die!

Wuxin, help me, let me live!

I want to live!"

Mitsui Takumi's expression became more and more ferocious. He twisted the kunai that pierced Wuxin's heart, and as if Wuxin was not dying fast enough, he pulled out the kunai and stabbed him hard, shouting hysterically as he did so.

"Die, die, die!"

Mitsui Takumi stabbed dozens of times in succession, and then slowly stopped.

"Drink...drink...hey..."

Mitsui Takumi sat on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at Wuxin who was completely motionless, tears of sadness rolled down Mitsui Takumi's eyes, and at the same time, joy emerged.

"Wuxin, don't worry, I will inherit your title of genius and live on for you! Hahahahaha!"

Mitsui Takumi was in a somewhat crazy state, both excited and sad.

"No, Takumi, I can live well on my own..."

A faint voice came from behind Mitsui Takumi at an inopportune time, and at the same time, there was also the sound of a sharp blade piercing the body.

puff!

Mitsui Takumi's left chest was pierced by a kunai, just like Wuxin's heart was pierced before. Mitsui Takumi looked down at the kunai that pierced his heart in disbelief, and turned his eyes to the dead Wuxin below.

Wuxin was already silent below, and the scarlet blood that was originally gushing out of him strangely turned into clear water color. As the color changed, Wuxin's body also turned into a human-shaped water wave and turned into a pool of clear water.

"What...what kind of ninjutsu is this...?

When did you...cast it?"

Mitsui Takumi turned his head with difficulty, staring at Wuxin who was crouching behind him in an assassination posture, and asked the last question of his life with difficulty.

As a student enrolled in the civilian department of the village, he could not recognize the ninjutsu performed by Wuxin. At the same time, he was chilled by Wuxin's defense against him.

"Water clone technique... a durable water clone that has half of my chakra concentrated into it.

When you pretend to rub your chest with your hands but are actually secretly forming seals...it is performed.

Takumi... you stabbed me so many times, I... I should give you a sword back, right...?"

While answering Mitsui Takumi, Wuxin loosened his hand that was holding the kunai and slowly stood up. His last question sounded a little lacking in confidence and his voice was weak.

Wuxin stood there, looking down at Mitsui Takumi's unwilling and gradually dull eyes, until the light in his eyes completely dissipated, becoming lifeless and empty.

After a long time, Wuxin raised his head and looked towards the sky. His nose twitched and he looked a little sad... a little confused... a little regretful... a little at a loss.

Wu Xin slowly raised his hands, looked at the blood dripping from his fingers, and murmured:

"Blood... This is... Takumi's blood..."