Naruto: Blood Mist Escape

Kirigakure

In Takeuchi Weapon Shop, Wuxin took a long sword from the wall full of weapons in the shop.

Keng!

Wuxin pulled out half of the blade, looked at it for a few seconds, and with satisfaction in his eyes, he sheathed the blade and said loudly to the boss Takeuchi Taro who was sitting at the counter:

"Uncle Takeuchi, take this ninja sword away, put it on the account."

"You really know how to choose. With your body shape, can you wield this knife?"

Taro Takeuchi glanced at the knife Wuxin was holding with some doubt in his eyes, but he was very efficient in accounting and wrote down the long knife's product number, selling price, and buyer in the account book.

"It's a gift for someone else. I have weak arms and legs, so I can't use this kind of thing. Let's go."

Wu Xin replied, then put the knife on his back and strode out of the weapon shop.

Wuxin walked towards the eastern part of the village at a leisurely pace, and soon arrived at his destination.

Wuxin stood outside the yard of a residential villa and looked at the house number.

"No. 599, East District, is this the right place?"

After confirming that everything was correct, Wuxin knocked on the door.

In less than two seconds, the courtyard door opened. Murayama Yuto, who opened the door very quickly, glanced at Wuxin and said calmly:

"Here, come in."

After Murayama Yuto finished speaking, he jumped a few times and landed on the wooden eaves next to the house.

"Hey, wait, that doesn't count. My disciple is here, and I was in a hurry to open the door, so I accidentally bumped into it."

Wuxin was a little puzzled by Murayama Yuto's impetuous behavior.

Wuxin walked into the yard and took a look around. It was spacious with several lush green trees planted inside. The main building was a two-story structure with a corridor outside the door on the first floor.

On the eaves of the corridor, Murayama Yuto and a thin man sat opposite each other, with a chessboard placed between them. The index fingers of both of them seemed to be on the same chess piece.

Wuxin walked towards the two people playing chess. The thin man turned his head and glanced at Wuxin, then retracted his gaze, pushed the chess piece that was pressed by his right index finger back, and said softly:

"Don't regret your move, you are a brave man."

"Repent your move? Am I that kind of person? This was an accidental touch, it doesn't count."

Murayama Yuto had a calm expression. He pressed the chess piece with his index finger and moved it towards his side of the board.

The thin man did not give in at all. His index finger pointed at the front half of the chess piece, while Murayama Yuto pointed at the back half. Wuxin felt that the chessboard seemed to be shaking.

Wuxin looked at the chess piece they were holding down. From the gap between their hands, he could tell that the chess piece was a flying horn, a chess piece in shogi similar to a rook in chess.

"Ahem, teacher, I brought the long sword you asked for. It's priced at 50,000 taels. But as an employee of the weapon shop, I enjoy a 50% discount. You only need to pay 25,000 taels."

Wuxin took off the long sword from his back as he spoke. In the process of taking it off, he didn't hold it firmly and the sword fell onto the chessboard.

boom!

With a bang, the long sword hit the chessboard, causing all the chess pieces on the chessboard to be messed up.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mention the knife much!"

Wuxin quickly apologized, squatted down, picked up the knife, and handed it to Murayama Yuto on his left.

"Furry and fidgety!"

Murayama Yuto's face turned serious. He took the long sword, looked back at the chessboard, sighed, and said:

"Forget it, let's call this a draw...right?"

The thin man's eyes widened, he looked at the chessboard, then looked up at Murayama Yuto, and finally turned to look at Wuxin. The thin man took a breath, a smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head gently:

"According to the trend, you will definitely lose. However, the situation has been disrupted by an accident, and the outcome is unknown. For the time being... let's call it a draw."

At the end, his tone was somewhat helpless.

Murayama Yuto seemed to be in a good mood and said with a smile:

"Oh, peace is peace, really, why are you so serious about it.

Look, this is my birthday present to you."

After saying this, Yuto Murayama handed the long sword he bought from Wuxin to the thin man.

Wuxin watched quietly. The two men behaved very familiarly. Wuxin was a little curious about the relationship between this man and Murayama Yuto.

"Birthday present..."

The thin man stretched out his left hand with some emotion and took the long knife. From the moment he got the knife, the lazy temperament of the man disappeared instantly. Wu Xin, who was standing next to him, suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

"This feeling...what's going on?"

Wuxin narrowed his eyes, feeling puzzled and secretly alert at the same time.

The thin man's eyes were sharp as he slowly scanned the long sword, from the handle to the end of the scabbard, as if he was looking at some treasure.

Suddenly, the man sighed, put the long sword on the chessboard, regained his laziness, and said softly:

"When I hold a knife, I think of..." He paused as if he remembered something, then changed the subject: "Ninja, this kind of life is really boring..."

The feeling of danger that Wuxin felt disappeared as he put down the long sword.

Wuxin secretly guessed that this thin man must be a ninja with extraordinary sword skills, and asked Murayama Yuto beside him:

"Teacher, who is this?"

Yuto Murayama looked peaceful and said with a smile:

"Takami Yoshiyuki, my teammate during my Genin days and my best friend."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Murayama Yuto turned to look at Wuxin, his face changed, and he said seriously:

"As for the payment for the long sword, it will be deducted from the next mission."

"what?"

Wu Xin was surprised for a moment and nodded:

"Yes! It should be."

The thin man Gao Jianyixing saw the conversation between the teacher and the student and showed a teasing smile on his face:

"You still like to tease your subordinates. You haven't changed at all over the years..."

"Ah, there are changes. Thanks to our efforts, the blood mist has dissipated."

Murayama Yuto's words have a clear meaning.

Gao Jianyixing's smile slowly faded, he lowered his head to look at the long sword on the chessboard, and said:

"The blood mist...dissipated?"

It sounded like a question, but also like he was talking to himself.

"It has dissipated...those tragedies will never happen again."

Murayama Hayato's words were gentle, like persuasion and comfort.

Strangely, Wuxin felt his hair stand on end again, but this time he noticed the source of his uneasiness.

Gao Jianyixing, who was sitting cross-legged below, had a blank expression on his face. His cold eyes seemed to contain a great deal of violence and resentment...

"I can tell this knife was made by a skilled craftsman. At fifty thousand taels, it's considered a good bargain."

Takami Yoshiyuki picked up the long sword on the chessboard with his left hand and stood up while speaking.

Gao Jianyi walked down the corridor, looked at the lush tree in the courtyard, and stood still. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Murayama Yuto, and said expressionlessly:

"The blood mist has dissipated. Can the dead come back to life?"

"Yixing! The dead cannot be resurrected! I am also very sad about Mengmei's death! But all this is in the past! We must look to the future!"

There was visible pain and helplessness in Murayama Hayato's eyes.

"Dream beautiful...future..."

Gao Jianyixing whispered softly and slowly grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand.