Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior

Chapter 55: Oni·Nagato: "Blood Demon Jutsu·Flying Blood Thorn!" (Please vote for me!!)

The sudden change in the respectful attitude of this daimyo made Uzumaki Yangjie's eyes twitch.

But Uzumaki Tetsuya himself didn't care at all, just looked at Kumokawa with expectation and flattery.

Yangjie had already hinted at the strength of this young boy in front of him, and also said that the boy with the blindfolded eyes was from the same clan.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen may not understand it yet, but he knows the Blood Pond Clan very well.

That is a large clan that has continued from the Warring States Period to the present day. It was once a comparable existence to the Uchiha Clan and possessed a very powerful blood limit·blood dragon eye.

How could a ninja who could kill the Blood Pond Clan be a simple boy?

And this attitude also made Kumokawa look at him more, thinking that the people of the Uzumaki Clan are not all stupid, there are also smart people who can adapt to circumstances and are good at dealing with people.

However...

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

Yunchuan held up five fingers with a bit of amusement, and said frankly: "After knowing the unusual movement of Kirigakure, in order to hide my whereabouts and ensure speed, I only brought fifty people this time."

These fifty people are actually one-fourth of the combat power of "Dawn". In this chaotic period, he can't bring everyone with him.

But the people who don't know the truth have a flash of disappointment in their eyes.

"Fifty people..."

Uzumaki Toru was like a deflated balloon, sitting on the chair with his face up weakly, but still smiled bitterly and thanked: "Thank you for your help and comfort, but even Kirigakure's advance troops have hundreds of people..."

If they can swallow up Kirigakure's advance troops, it will actually be enough for them.

As long as they are not tied up like now, they will have more time and energy to regroup, and they can also withdraw the old, young, women and children who have no combat power.

The pure blood of Uzushio Village will not be completely cut off, and the ugly face of Konoha can be exposed to the world, and Mito-sama and Kushina will not be kept in the dark.

But now, it is impossible...

The ninjas of Kirigakure are experienced, and their ninjutsu and secret techniques are more powerful.

In comparison, the Rain Country is just a small country, with some wild ninjas. If the number of people is equal, they may be directly defeated, not to mention that the difference is ten times.

The gap is too big.

"It seems that everyone has some misunderstandings about our identities."

Kumokawa did not mind the disappointment of Uzumaki Tetsuya and others, but just sat there and chuckled: "We are not ninjas in the traditional sense. I prefer to call them warriors, or... monsters."

After that, he waved to Nagato who was standing beside him.

"Brother."

In front of outsiders, Nagato did not get as close as before, but knelt on one knee and bowed his head respectfully beside Kumokawa's seat.

Seeing this, Kumokawa, who was about to get up, stopped, smiled helplessly and shook his head.

But soon, his expression became serious, and he slowly stretched out a finger.

Gently placed it in front of Nagato's forehead, like a god facing his believers, with an inexplicable solemnity and sacredness.

"Nagato." Yunchuan lowered his eyes and asked, "Are you willing to..."

"I am willing."

Without waiting for Yunchuan to finish his words, Nagato lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Not for the Whirlpool Country, but for my brother, for the future we look forward to."

The interrupted Yunchuan paused, couldn't help but chuckled and said: "You kid... it seems that I am not so determined."

After saying that, the finger he stretched out had a bloody wound on the tip of his finger.

The next moment, mellow red blood oozed out from the bloody wound.

"..."

The conference room was actually very quiet, but from the moment they saw the drop of blood, everyone present subconsciously held their breath, only keeping their eyes focused on the drop of blood, and even the sound of breathing was difficult to hear.

All they could hear was the uncontrollable heartbeat, beating hard in their chests.

In the reflection of everyone's pupils, it was simply a liquid red crystal.

Under the dim moonlight outside the window, it showed the gorgeous color of a work of art, casting a bright red and colorful beautiful light and shadow.

The light spots refracted when the blood flows, like the fruits on the branches, present a different kind of beauty, looking extremely full and attractive.

While everyone was stunned, Yunchuan's finger gently touched Nagato's forehead.

The drop of blood with concentrated power instantly touched his forehead.

Like the plum blossoms blooming in winter, the liquid slowly flows along the texture and is gradually absorbed by Nagato's skin.

"Ah!!"

Even though Nagato had made psychological expectations and preparations, the severe pain that seemed to tear him apart made him scream hysterically in an instant, and the whole person curled up and collapsed to the ground.

Although he had also suffered various pains, this was the pain from the genes and even the depths of the soul, and no pain could be compared with it!

"What's going on?!"

Uzumaki Yangjie also came back to his senses, looking at Nagato with a horrified face, and subconsciously wanted to help him up.

But Yunchuan reached out to stop him, shook his head and said calmly: "If an egg is cracked from the outside, it is destined to be eaten." "Only if he pecks it from the inside, can an eagle come out." The drop of "blood" he gave to Nagato is the highest level of "blood" so far, and it is different from the "blood" of others. But Yunchuan believes that Nagato's will can definitely withstand this power.

"Ho ho!"

As if hearing Kumokawa's voice, Nagato's teeth clenched together.

The pale and childish face was distorted into something ferocious, and the teeth in his mouth began to show signs of sharpening.

Soon, his heart began to beat and contract violently, and the heartbeat sound even echoed outside his body.

Boom! Boom!

Nagato felt as if his body was melting from ice and snow. A stream of hot blood was being transmitted to all parts of his body by his beating heart. The surging blood in his blood vessels seemed to turn into hot magma.

A large amount of skeletal muscles began to dissolve under the influence of blood, and then were torn and reshaped by an absolute force. The muscle fibers were entangled like ropes and solidified under the surface of the skin, and similar transformations were carried out everywhere in the body.

Pain, pain that tears the body apart, pain that touches the soul.

But Nagato now knew very well that it was what he had always longed for.

It was also given to me by my brother...

strength!

Power flowed through the blood vessels and bones like magma, and the body temperature rose to a level that could be called scalding hot.

He needs to vent this power.

How to vent?

Nagato seemed to see scarlet thorns swelling in his eyes, and at this moment he finally understood the true power of his awakening.

——As long as you treat thorns as a field covered with flowers, nothing in the world can hurt you.

Bang! !

Looking at the extremely tall enemy in front of him, Nagato's face was filled with an inhumanly ferocious expression.

The back behind him exploded with blood like iron scales, and the formidable scarlet thorns grew out like wings of flesh and bone.

"Vampire Art·Flying Blood Citrus Thorn!"