Naruto: Blood Mist Escape

In the southern village of Fengxue Island, black smoke billowed, houses collapsed, and raging fires burned.

"Teacher, there are only eighteen bodies, which is two short of the twenty targets listed on the mission scroll."

Daye Lei Ma ran forward and reported the situation to Wu Xin.

Wuxin touched his chin and said expressionlessly:

"Eighteen bodies? The remaining two..."

After a brief pause, Wu Xin changed the subject and said:

"Let's wait here and ambush for a while."

The three students responded very skillfully, collecting the bodies and putting out the fire on the building. After finishing the general aftermath, they hid in the house and ambushed.

Wuxin and his three companions lay in ambush patiently for half a month, but they never saw the remaining two Snow Ninjas return.

The mission had progressed to this point, and Wuxin realized that there was no point in continuing the ambush, so he took a few students and rode the Yatagarasu back to the Central Island.

The Yatagarasu flew for several hours and arrived at a small town in the northeast of the central island of the Land of Water. Wuxin and others inquired in the town for more than half a month but still found no clues. Wuxin did not waste time and immediately set off to return to the Hidden Mist Village.

Wuxin and others arrived at the Mizukage Building and explained the mission status to the Mizukage Yagura. After learning about the mission status of Wuxin's team, the Mizukage Yagura did not comment.

After all, Wuxin and the others had been ambushing and searching for more than a month, and they had done everything they should have done, so Yagura couldn't find fault with them. He deducted 10% of the mission fee and announced the mission was over.

After Wuxin distributed the mission rewards to his disciples, he thought for a moment and headed towards the direction of Murayama Yong’s house in the east area of ​​the village.

In the yard of Murayama Yuto's residence, Murayama Yuto folded his arms across his chest, looked at his son Murayama Youxin with a stern face, and watched him climb a tree.

Murayama deliberately stepped horizontally on the trunk of the tree. When he was about six or seven meters high, his right foot suddenly slipped and he stepped on empty air. His body suddenly lost its balance and he fell to the ground screaming in panic.

Murayama Yuto frowned, sighed, and gathered his chakra at his feet.

brush!

A figure flashed over the courtyard wall and caught Murayama Yushin steadily.

"Little guy, are you okay?"

Wuxin squatted on the ground, asking softly while helping Murayama Youxin stand firmly.

"No, it's fine, thank you."

Murayama Youxin responded with a stutter, then left Wuxin and walked to the big tree again.

Wuxin slowly stood up, turned his head to look at Murayama Yuto who was standing not far away, and said softly:

"Teacher, isn't this kind of practice a little too early?"

Murayama Yuto crossed his arms over his chest, with a stern face and expressionless expression. He met Wuxin's gaze, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"No, not early. Compared to when you were this old, the name of a child prodigy has already reached my ears."

Murayama Yuto's strictness towards his son Murayama Yushin made Wuxin recall his own childhood when his parents forced him to learn ninjutsu and practice.

However, at that time Wuxin was very interested in supernatural energy such as ninjutsu and chakra. Without his parents' forcing, he asked his parents to teach him ninjutsu every day and learned all the techniques his parents knew.

Before entering school, Wuxin's name as a prodigy was already well-known in the neighborhood. After entering school, he beat up all his classmates, and the name of the Kirigakure prodigy began to spread throughout the Kirigakure Village.

"But teacher, not everyone can be a genius."

Wuxin came back to his senses and made a soft defense.

It is indeed impossible for someone to yearn for strength and ninjutsu like himself, and to think about practicing all the time since the day he was born.

Normal children have a childlike heart and a desire to explore the world. Curiosity and playfulness are their nature, while fear of difficulties and crying are their instinct.

Normally, there can’t be a second person like Wuxin, unless he is also reborn through taking over another body.

Murayama Yuto shook his head and said expressionlessly:

“No, once there is a prodigy, there will be a second one.

Mangetsu Kizuki of the Kizuki family is only five years old, but he can already perform ninjutsu.

The ninjas of the Kizuna clan call him the new generation prodigy of Kirigakure."

"Mangetsu Kizuki? He can perform ninjutsu at the age of five?"

Wu Xin was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that there would be another child prodigy. He chuckled and continued:

“Haha, it seems that he is indeed a genius.

But, teacher, this has nothing to do with Murayama's intentions. Teaching is something that should be done within one's ability."

Wuxin doesn't care about the so-called title of child prodigy. Those who can practice and train at the age of five are truly a minority in the ninja world.

For a long time, Murayama Yuto remained expressionless and had no desire to answer.

Noticing the gloomy expression on Murayama Yuto's face, Wuxin thought about something and said in a deep voice:

"Five years old? That means he's the same age as Arishin. Next year, Mangetsu Kizuki and Murayama Arishin will be classmates?"

"Yeah, that's really worrying."

Only then did Murayama Yuto nod and reply softly, looking somewhat helpless.

My own son was in the same class as a child prodigy when he entered school, and they were about to kill each other at graduation.

If anyone encounters a prodigy like Mangetsu Kizuki in an exam, the outcome is almost certain.

The prodigy of the Kizuna clan, the ninjutsu that he can learn and access compared to the previous Wuxin, has a much higher starting point, and his strength will naturally be stronger.

Moreover, the village will definitely notice child prodigies and geniuses and provide them with resources.

If Murayama is unlucky enough to face off against Mangetsu Kizuna, then Murayama Yuto will basically lose his son in his old age.

Wuxin looked at Murayama Yuto. Although Murayama Yuto looked expressionless and indifferent, the sorrow between his brows could not escape Wuxin's eyes, who were already very familiar with each other.

Wuxin recalled what the Fourth Mizukage had said to him, and walked slowly towards Murayama Yuto, saying softly:

"Teacher, the Fourth Mizukage told me that the blood mist is only short-term and is a helpless move.

It will not exceed three years at most. The first Blood Mist Assessment started at the beginning of this year.

If it takes three years as expected, it will be over in fifty-three years.

I will enroll next year, and when I graduate after three years of study, it will be the 54th year of Kirigakure.

In other words, intentionally, this type of assessment may not be involved.”

Murayama Yushin, who was standing nearby, was crawling sideways on the tree with sweat all over his forehead. His steps were a little shaky, but he was moving very steadily. At the age of only five, he could use chakra to such an extent, which could be considered as an excellent achievement.

Murayama Yuto's expressionless face paid attention to Murayama's heartfelt practice, and his eyes also shone with some relief. He turned his head and said to Wuxin:

"Wuxin, don't you understand? Promises are not credible.

If for some reason the Mizukage extends the blood mist policy, what should we do then?

You, I, or anyone in the village, can guarantee that the Mizukage will stop the blood mist as you said? Who can guarantee that the Mizukage will fulfill his promise? "

In the world of ninjas where everyone is as cunning as a fox, promises are indeed like toilet paper.

Wuxin took a deep breath, understood Murayama Yuto's concerns, and said in a deep voice:

"Sensei, you are a senior jonin from the Hidden Mist Village.

You witnessed the sudden death of the third generation and the succession of Lord Yagura as the fourth generation.

If the tyranny of blood mist continues for a long time, the village will surely become a powder keg that can ignite at any time.

In this situation, why don’t we follow the example of the fourth generation and put an end to tyranny through our own efforts? "