[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

Cheng woke up again, the night was already very deep.

She had just had a dream, and she was still a little bit sleepy for a moment. After about two seconds, she remembered where she was now and where she was going.

Now they have come to the border area where the Fire Nation and the Thunder Nation border, and when they pass through the transitional area between the two countries and arrive at the town where the Thunder Nation's welcoming team is located, all this will finally come to an end.

Although Cheng can't easily think that the rest of the journey will be as calm and smooth as the one he's experienced so far, it's also useless to worry before things happen.

Now, Cheng who woke up in the middle of the night felt that he didn't feel sleepy for a while, so he sat up and lit the lamp beside him.

Her original intention was to flip through the books or do something else to pass the time and sleep, but when the fire was lit, Cheng heard the sound of the window being knocked.

She immediately stopped uncovering the scroll, and cautiously looked towards the source of the sound.

A shadow was reflected in front of the closed window, followed by a cold voice that had become familiar during these days.

"What's wrong."

Cheng relaxed a little, she held up the oil lamp, walked forward, and sat down by the window.

"It's nothing, just can't sleep."

she says.

"Have you been awake all this time?"

"In this kind of border area, the deterrent effect of the Nation of Fire has become quite weak." The other party replied, "The critical moment is just beginning."

"..."

Cheng put the scroll aside and leaned against the wall behind him.

"Do you also think that everything has gone well so far?"

Those on the other side acquiesce to this.

"Speaking of which, there are some puzzling things about Fire Nation's actions." Cheng continued, "As far as I know, this marriage is a decision made by Fire Nation out of necessity. Judging from the size of the waiters, it is even bigger than I imagined."

"There is still a route."

he said suddenly.

"After starting from the capital, the marriage team did not choose the shortest route, but deliberately passed through several relatively prosperous major cities."

Cheng followed his words.

"The statement made by the upper echelons of the Nation of Fire does not match the attitude they actually reflected... Or, what exactly are they trying to convey to the people?"

She guessed.

"Is it to appease the civilians? Because this represents an improvement in relations with the Kingdom of Thunder?"

"If this is the case, more attention should be paid to this marriage." He said, "The task of protecting important people is usually completed by a team of two to three ninjas...but even the real princess , and only entrusted me as a guard."

"Always felt……"

Cheng casually looked at the beating flame of the oil lamp, and the shadow on the wall flickered along with the flame.

"It's like a clay idol that only looks gorgeous on the outside, but it's empty inside when the outer skin is removed... However, for you, this is not a big deal."

Hearing what she said, Feijian didn't utter a word to refute.

She was right.

Tobima's task was to protect the clay puppet from being damaged during transportation, other than that, it had nothing to do with him.

He thought the conversation would end here.

"Since you took on the mission that would have required a small team by yourself." She asked him, "Are you a very powerful ninja?"

This is another problem I have never encountered before.

The judgment of strength between ninjas has always been recognized by each other in the first few moments of the fight, and then nakedly demonstrated with the blood of one of them.

However, if you want to seriously consider the answer to this question, as a top combat force in the Senju Clan who has a significant advantage in the ninja clan and is even trusted by the daimyo, if you want to be called a powerful ninja, Senju Feijian seems to be indeed It is well deserved.

"...Yes. However, my brother is stronger than me."

"is it?"

There was a hint of a smile in her voice.

"My..." Cheng thought for a while, "My brother is also very strong."

"Ah," he said, "I'm not surprised."

Since this girl survived the troubled times, the wings protecting her must be strong and powerful enough.

...Besides, the family who guarded her must have quite a deep affection for her.

Tomama thought of Hashirama who cried so hard at his brother's funeral.

Not only Hashirama, but Tomona himself...their brothers have very different personalities and ways of doing things, but the seed they planted at the beginning is the same.

At first, they just hoped that their families would no longer be taken away by the war.

So, both the girl and her protector are lucky.

——at least luckier than Hashirama and Togama.

"I don't have any similarities with you in this respect..." she whispered, "So, when a ninja as powerful as you is separated from his family, would he still be sad and disturbed?"

Her interlocutor fell silent.

Cheng turned her face, and from his shadow in front of the window, she could vaguely see his profile and the long knife.

"It has nothing to do with being strong or not."

Rather, it is precisely because there are still emotions that cannot be let go that people continue to pursue strength.

But even so, the closer you get to the peak of the strong, the more you come into contact with the truth of the world, the more you will realize how many difficulties and obstacles there are on the road to the ideal land.

"There are still too few things that can be held with just one hand."

Said between the doors.

"You..." Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, "It seems to be a little more straightforward than I thought."

"..."

He did not respond to the other party's comments.

At this time, a cold wind blew, adding a bit of chill to the night.

Before the sound of the wind stopped, Feijian noticed that the light from the inner room flickered, probably because the girl inside moved the oil lamp.

She raised her upper body and changed her posture slightly. From her silhouette, she seemed to be kneeling facing the window.

When the rustling sound was just heard, the door spoke.

"Don't open the window."

He stretched out his hand to close the little gap that was opened, and also blocked the warm light that came out back to her side.

Their fingers faintly touched through the thin window paper, and they didn't know whether the warmth he felt came from the lamp or her body temperature.

"……OK."

She paused and withdrew her hand.

"Now that we have talked about what we can control." She said, "Indeed, there is a limit to a person's power. If we have expectations for other things, then this expectation is not just our own business... "

"Compared to you, I can do much less."

"But, at least..."

"When someone expects something from me... When someone reaches out to me, I can actually and firmly return the hand to the other person."

Finally, the girl said to him.

"It's really inconvenient not to know each other's address... But let's say good night for now."

Feijian nodded silently, wondering if the other party had seen it. After a while, the people in the room turned off the oil lamps, and everything returned to tranquility again.

The night wind blew up again, Qianshou raised his hand between the doors, and grabbed a scattered petal that was lifted up.

Which ninja would she come from?

Thinking about it.

The color of the pupils would not be Hinata, the color of the hair would not be Yamanaka... But after excluding the few clans that can be judged from their facial features, there is still a lot of room for choice.

Even for those small ninjas who have just reached a cooperation agreement with Senshou recently, it is not impossible.

Although he has never heard of any young men in their clan who are famous for their strength, he has never fought against them after all.

...like he hadn't seen every black-haired, black-eyed girl there.

The hand between the leaves gradually loosened, and the petals slipped out from his fingers and disappeared into the night.

The team stopped at the land border.

Cheng waited in the carriage, carefully watching the movement outside.

But what surprised her was that it didn't take too long to get permission to enter the Land of Thunder. After showing the official documents, the team was easily let go.

After moving forward again, Cheng gently knocked on the wall of the car, then she retreated to the window, the maid who came to inquire, and then turned around, the silver-haired ninja had quietly appeared beside her.

Before she could speak, the other party seemed to have already understood what she wanted to ask.

"There was little resistance."

Said between the doors.

"After seeing the official document, they asked to confirm the identity of the princess, but after being reprimanded for being rude, they immediately gave up easily... In addition, there are no chakra-flowing people among the guards of the Kingdom of Thunder."

"So, no matter what the Kingdom of Thunder's plan is, it will be after entering its border..."

"!"

The young man's expression suddenly became solemn.

Cheng stopped talking, and she immediately realized that the other party, whose perception was far better than her own, probably noticed some kind of abnormality.

"A team of ninjas is approaching here at high speed. Judging from Chakra, there are five of them."

Slowly, he pressed his hand on the handle of the knife.

"Until I come back, please don't act rashly."

He stared at Cheng, waiting for her reply.

"...Okay." Cheng nodded, "I promise you."

The moment he got the promise, all his hidden determination was released. The next second, the young man disappeared in the car. Only the curtain that seemed to be lifted by the gust of wind could barely be used as a clue that he was here.

Just a few seconds later, the sound of Kunai breaking through the air and the sound of blade clashing sounded almost simultaneously, and the battle took place in an instant.

The exclamation of the accompanying attendants was intertwined, and the horses pulling the cart were frightened in the panicked crowd, and hesitated to move forward.

However, as the other party said, this is a battle she cannot intervene in, so all she can do is——

wrong.

When the car curtain moved for no reason, Cheng suddenly sensed the danger.

It has been a long time since I have experienced this feeling that the passage of time is so slow that it almost stops.

Where did the omission occur.

Cheng was thinking calmly.

The battle on the other side has not been interrupted, that is to say, it is not the fish that slipped through the net there, but as a perceptual ninja, there is no reason why he cannot detect the approach of the ninja hiding elsewhere...

Unless the other party gave up using Chakra like himself and pretended to be a completely ordinary person.

And, the hiding place of the other party has always been beside them.

The person who climbed into the cart showed his face, he was a waiter who had been in charge of feeding horses and driving carts since he was in the capital.

This matter alone could no longer surprise her. At this moment, Cheng was faced with another choice.

In fact, before the assassin who is close at hand cuts her throat with a sharp instrument, she should still have a chance to survive—in these few seconds, she may have enough time to activate Sharingan as a writing tool. The natural advantage of the wheel eye holder allows Cheng to launch the illusion very quickly, thus gaining a chance.

but……

In this way, it is unknown whether the follow-up will lead to commission failure and other crises.

The blade was still coming at her.

Cheng made her own decision.

——She has no desire to die, because in this world, she deeply understands the meaning of her life to Madara and Quanna.

She had to live...until the day they were no longer confused, hated life itself because of unbearable grief, and stepped into an irreparable abyss.

Therefore, the decision she made at this moment was not a concession to anything.

she just-

Cheng didn't move, she straightened her spine very straight, the light of the knife approaching in front of her didn't shake her a little bit, and there wasn't even a chaotic wrinkle on the gorgeous clothes.

The reflection of the sharp blade in her eyes continued to expand, and at a certain moment when it was close to danger, it froze.

The long knife pierced the assassin's neck.

Cheng slowly blinked his eyes.

— she just is.

Value his promises as much as he values ​​his own.

Feijian drew back the knife neatly, until the assassin's body fell to the ground, not a single drop of extra blood splashed on the skirt of a girl like a girl sitting in the clouds.

Cheng's tense nerves finally relaxed bit by bit. The knuckles of her hand hidden in the sleeve became a little stiff because she held it too hard just now. As soon as she moved, the folding fan accidentally slipped from her hand.

Toikama half-kneeled beside the girl and picked up the folding fan.

He had just experienced a fierce battle, and the awe-inspiring and sharp aura on his body hadn't faded away in time.

Fei Jian slowly inserted the knife back into the sheath obliquely, and returned the folding fan to the girl.

"never mind."

He said.