Chapter 11: The Killing Begins
He shook his head and said, "They're just a bunch of unarmed and desperate refugees, and you don't need to use knives or guns against them." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½β
"There are so many displaced people like them in this world, can you save them? Besides, even if you save them now, you will be laying the seeds for others. When they wake up, they will gather together, as they do today, to block the road and rob the house. Orochimaru paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, "As long as they are alive, they are still driven by the survival instinct to do things like today until they die." β
Orochimaru is right, as long as they are alive, they will be driven by the desire to survive, do more excessive things than today, and even hurt more people.
Do people, in order to survive, have to hurt each other, plunder, dump, and kill each other?
Mingyu looked at the road ahead, dazed, silent for a long time, and said, "Teacher, what you said is the truth. However, I don't want them to die like this, at least, I can't watch them die in front of me. At the moment, I can't solve those fundamental problems, I can only see how much I can save, even if it is just futile in the eyes of others. β
Since you have come to this world, since you want to change this world, let's start little by little.
"Children, always too superficial, too naΓ―ve. Orochimaru smiled helplessly and sarcastically, and he looked up at the vast distance, "One day, you will have to face the enemy, fight with them, and fight with them. When your life is threatened, either you die or I live, you don't think about the person on the other side who is the same as you, and when your hands are bloody, you can't turn back. β
"No, Orochimaru-sensei," Mingyu's expression hardened, "That's different. β
"Oh?" Orochimaru looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm a ninja, I'm a ninja, and we all know what it means to fight hard. This is not the same as now, where these samurai are just raising their butcher's knives and doing senseless slaughter. Mingyu's gaze was firm, "When I face the enemy, my heart will harden." β
Orochimaru smiled, Mingyu, you are still too tender, in your heart, ninja is a glorious profession. However, ninjas are no different from ordinary people, and in your eyes, the samurai's massacre of refugees has no meaning, but in the eyes of the samurai, they are there to protect the lord.
In the same way, the so-called ninjas who fought for their ideals were just fighting for those things from their own standpoint, which was essentially no different from what these samurai did to refugees.
What if there is a difference? One day, countless lives will be destroyed in your hands, will you still be so distinct?
Orochimaru thought in his heart and didn't say it, he knew that this day would not be too far away.
Since entering the country of Sichuan, the team has not been at peace, at first it was just some refugees, Mingyu cast an illusion to solve it, but then a large number of bandits, mobs, and in these menacing crowds, began to be mixed with the figure of ninjas.
The country of Kawanoku is a country that is not big or small, sandwiched between the two great powers of the country of wind and the country of fire, and has been used as a battlefield for the war between the two countries all year round, and the national strength is weak and weak, and there is no unified ninja village in the country, only some ninja tribes.
The current Daimyo's political stance is inclined towards the Land of Fire, and this visit is even more one-sided towards the Land of Fire, which makes the domestic opposition very dissatisfied, and at the instigation of the Land of Wind, the opposition forces take advantage of the Daimyo's visit to rebel, and now the country is in a civil war, the situation is chaotic, and the people are not happy.
This can be seen in the refugees who have been everywhere along the way.
"What a sad country. Mingyu stood on the rock, looking ahead, but saw in the distance the fields were barren, the houses were dilapidated, the village was uninhabited, and it was a dilapidated and depressed scene.
Now, the group of warriors behind him were still dispersing a group of hungry outcasts, and this time, Mingyu did not strike again.
"There are a hundred times more miserable than this, and the more tasks you will perform in the future, the more you will see, and the more you will see, it will be commonplace. Orochimaru stood behind him, clasped his hands to his chest, and smiled.
"Perhaps, but I can't let go. Mingyu shook his head, admonishing himself in his heart that he couldn't be as insensitive as Orochimaru.
"Alright, let's move onto the battle time. Orochimaru laughed.
"Are there any ninjas showing up?" said the samurai commander on the horse.
Mingyu looked at the homeless people who kept pushing the surrounding group and wanted to beg, and counted: "One, two, three...... There are eight in total, which is a bit much, but the strength is not very good. β
Ninjas and hungry people are always different, even with the transformation technique, their looks, demeanor and temperament still reveal their identity.
The three of them looked at Orochimaru and listened to his arrangement.
"Mingyu is the main attacker, Yingshu is covering, you don't need to leave them alive, kill them all. Orochimaru said, "Aruyu and I protect the daimyo. β
One of the tactics, once the hidden ninja is discovered, Mingyu attacks and Hideki takes cover.
Mingyu is fast, and his shuriken skills are excellent, and he can strike quickly and multi-point, while Eiki acts as a shinobi, a backstop cover, and timely assistance......
Of course, these are just reasons, Mingyu feels that Orochimaru's real purpose is just to train himself.
Exercise your ability to kill and cultivate your own numbness.
He didn't say anything, just nodded and walked towards the refugees.
Orochimaru looked at his back, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, with a look of excitement and anticipation in his eyes, Come on, Mingyu, let me see your weight and paint my color.
Mingyu took a few steps, and suddenly disappeared into nothingness, and the next moment he appeared behind a fluffy-haired homeless person, and a kunai appeared in his hand, gently touching his neck.
The homeless man's eyes widened, and with a "bang" his body emitted white smoke, turning into a ninja in a black bodysuit.
Blood slowly flowed from the wound on his neck, and Mingyu closed his eyes.
He didn't want to kill, he didn't want his hands to be bloody, and he didn't want to see the same life as himself disappear from his hands.
But he knew that he had to harden his heart until the day when he would no longer have to kill and the world would no longer have to shed blood.
Will there be a day? He didn't know, but now, blood had to be shed.
The killing began.
Seeing that they had been killed, the other hidden ninjas also knew that their hizo was exposed, and immediately showed their weapons, broke through the samurai's encirclement, and rushed towards the daimyo's palanquin.
However, a child in white clothes and black pants stood in front of them.
"Little ghost, suffer death!
A leader-like ninja attacked him, while the others spread out and continued to kill the Daimyo.
The speed was too slow, Mingyu shook his head, and the hidden heavenly wave enveloped him, but the next moment, he appeared in front of a ninja like a teleportation.
The killing began.
In just eight seconds, the six ninjas were lying on the spot, and the wounds were all surprisingly consistent, all of them had their necks cut off, and one move was fatal.
"You...... Who the hell are you?"
The leader looked in horror at the metallic kunai lying across his neck, the same kunai that had taken the lives of his companions.