"Damn, Bo Feng Shuimen, you are really a difficult opponent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The venue of the Chinese ninja exam, the second game of the ninja school competition.

Oil Girl Shiguro panted and half-squatted to the side, beads of sweat continued to flow down his forehead, he obviously felt that his physical strength was already insufficient, and there was no way to continue fighting, but he still didn't want to give up like this.

"It's a pity that due to the rules of the competition, the secret transmission technique you are good at is restricted and cannot be used, otherwise, the victory or defeat between us is still in the middle of the story. ”

Standing in front of the oil girl Shihei was a relaxed face of Bo Feng Shuimen, and he looked at the oil girl Shihei with a serious expression, which made people feel the sincerity in his words, not as if they were fake.

The oil girl Zhihei also sighed when she saw the appearance of the water gate, and it was not too regrettable to put it in the hands of such a person with strong strength and good character.

"I throw in the towel. ”

"Oil Girl Zhihei admits defeat!" Seeing that the oil girl Zhihei was admitting defeat, the middle ninja who was in charge of the referee on the side hurriedly raised his hand and announced loudly.

"Ninja School Competition, the second game, the winner of the wave wind and water gate!"

With the announcement of the results of the game, thunderous cheers erupted in the stands, and the crowd applauded one after another, and the two who brought them a wonderful duel did not hesitate to send praise, and Bo Fengshuimen's performance in the game made them realize that this handsome blonde guy is not only strong, but also has an excellent character.

"Shiguro, are you okay?" Bo Feng Shuimen supported the oil girl Shihei, and the two moved towards the rest area while talking.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I have too much physical exertion, after all, I'm not a ninja who is good at physical arts, and my body is relatively weak. "Oil Girl Shihei sighed, he was born in the oil girl clan, he has been parasitic in his body since he was a child, and his body is not suitable for practicing physical arts or even ninjutsu, and his combat effectiveness depends on the family's secret technique 'parasitic worms'.

Just as the oil girl Shiguro was about to say something, Bo Feng Shuimen's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The oil girl Shiguro looked ahead, and in the slightly dimly lit aisle, a figure that seemed to be blonde was walking towards them.

"Congratulations, Watergate. ”

As the distance narrowed, the blond-haired figure gradually became clearer, and after hearing the man's voice, the oil girl Shiguro finally recognized who the man was.

"Is it Sato Fusuke?"

Naturally, Watergate recognized him before he spoke, but he didn't understand why Musuke, who was supposed to be resting in the contestants' lounge and waiting for the next showdown, appeared in the aisle waiting for him at this time.

"Watergate, I need your help. ”

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After everyone was assigned a task by Nara Shikahisa and left, the originally lively lounge became deserted again.

In the huge lounge, only Nara Shikahisa was left.

"Okay, it's quiet, and you can start thinking about things. ”

Nara Shikaku pulled out a crumpled drawing from his pocket and spread it out.

This is the floor plan of the venue that he asked the doorman uncle to arrive at when he first arrived at the venue.

Originally, I was worried that the venue would be too big and I would go to the wrong place, so I took one to be prepared, but I didn't expect it to come in handy in this situation.

Shikaku stared intently at the flat diagram in front of him, and his mind began to go into a high-speed state.

After a few moments, he pulled out a black marker from his trouser pocket and began to scribble on the floor plan of the venue.

"Here, here, and here. ”

In less than a moment, the plane diagram was drawn in a mess by Lu Jiu, and probably only Lu Jiu could understand what he meant by the graffiti.

"It's really watertight. ”

Lu Jiu put down his pen and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Extrapolating and analyzing from the schematic plan, Shikaku marked all the routes in the venue that led to the viewing platform where the daimyo was located, and these routes were all routes that the assassins might choose.

Excluding a few routes that would inevitably be patrolled by a large number of dark and daimyo guards, Shikaku deduced that there were only two routes for the assassins to choose.

"The first route is to enter from the emergency escape route, although the plan is not marked, but I remember hearing my father mention this before, in order to avoid emergencies on the high-level in the stands, so the Daimyo and Konoha high-level executives are located on the No. 1 stand, set up a hidden escape channel, although I don't know where the exit leads, but conversely, if you enter the stands from the escape channel to assassinate, it is not impossible. ”

"The second route is to break through from behind the stands to the No. 1 stand, because this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the guards will not arrange too many people in this place, so it is much easier to break through than other tightly guarded passages. ”

Although many possible routes had been ruled out, and the only two remaining routes that might be chosen for assassination, Shikaku's brow was still tightly locked, and the confusion on his face became more solemn.

"If I were an assassin, which path would I choose?"

"If I were an assassin... Where did I get the courage and confidence to assassinate the daimyo in the presence of both the Hokage Ape Tobi and the leader of the Dark Roots, Shimura Danzo?"

"Could it be that among the people who came to assassinate the Daimyo, there will be a shadow-level powerhouse? And it is also a strong man who is strong enough to fight against the ape Fei Ri Slash, who is known as the 'God of Ninjutsu', and does not fall behind?" Thinking of this, Lu Jiu couldn't help but shake his head, if he had such strength, what kind of assassin should he be.

"Since I don't have this kind of strength and still come to Konoha to assassinate, I'm Zhi... No, the assassins, are they all mentally retarded?"

"If the assassins weren't mentally retarded, all possibilities would have been ruled out, and even the most incredible explanations would have been the only correct answer. Shikaku rolled up the drawings in his hand, took out the flint and lit a fire, burning the drawings that he had memorized to ashes.

After burning the drawings, Lu Jiu walked out of the lounge, looking leisurely, and seemed to have figured everything out.

But only those who are familiar with him can tell that Lu Jiu at this time is just pretending to be relaxed.

"I really regret agreeing to you, bereavement, what a trouble. ”

Lu Jiu complained in his heart, but complaining was complaining, and his pace was getting faster and faster.