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Kirito wrapped himself in a blanket of no color, turned over and hid in a corner where the wind could not blow.

"Gollum~"

The protest of the stomach seemed to reverberate in the empty room, and there was a faint melody.

Kirito sighed and patted his stomach, turned his head and continued to sleep.

If you fall asleep, you won't be hungry, that's a simple lie.

The mouth says no, but the body is honest.

A low roar sounded again, even more violently than the last.

Kirito struggled to get up from the haystack, cursing his damn fate, and moved towards the door.

The howling cold wind at the door makes Kirito cold from the outside to the inside, where to find food in this season when everything is withering?

After hesitating for a long time, Kirito stepped out of the house, maybe he was lucky enough to find the injured wild goose?

With this in mind, Kirito rushed into the cold wind.

Should it be made into roasted geese or flower geese, the last time I ate meat was about a week ago.

At that time, Kirito was not called Kirito, but just a child who had just woken up and lost his memory, until he saw his reflection by the river, and the appearance of a black-robed swordsman appeared in his mind.

"Kirito" was also inadvertently pronounced at that time, and then he took "Kirito" as his name, in addition to these, there is also a set of sword skills imprinted in his bones.

But he knew that he wasn't the Kirito, and he wasn't the little boy who had lost his memory. He was a different person, because in the vague fragment of the dream, he sat in front of a machine called a computer, manipulating the black-clad swordsman to fight, speaking a different language.

What's the use of that, getting back to your true self? These are the things that only philosophers who have enough to eat and have nothing to do, and they are dying of hunger, so why don't they care.

Kirito walks through this dilapidated mountain village, which is more like a ruin than a mountain village.

Years of war have affected the villages, forcing them to leave their homes. The charcoal-fired roof trusses are scars from the war, and only the hut where Kirito lived is still intact.

Seeing the crack on the ground that seemed to be torn by a giant beast, Kirito couldn't help but smack his tongue, what kind of weapon caused such a terrifying scene.

In this crack, he found a short knife.

The tip of the knife is nowhere to be found, only a short blade, and ...... Hilt.

For Kirito, he couldn't take advantage of it, after all, he was still a seven or eight-year-old child, and he didn't have much trouble swinging this weight.

Kirito has verified this conclusion, and a hare just hit the muzzle, no... Cut.

Maybe after an unknown number of years of wind and rain, the knife is a little rusty and a little notch, originally according to Kirito's strength, this knife can unload the rabbit's legs, but due to objective factors, only a shallow wound was left on the rabbit.

The rabbit ran away with his aunt Hong, leaving only Kirito who was staring on the spot.

There was no way, so Kirito had to pull his legs and catch up.

Following that trail of blood, Kirito chased him to the forest in the back mountain. In late autumn, the forest has the same dilapidated color as the village, and the dead branches are pointed into the sky like sharp swords, as if to question something, and the wind blows through the branches, making a sharp whistling sound, and the sky is gradually darkening to form a scene like a ghost land.

The cunning rabbit had already escaped into the pile of fallen leaves, and Kirito couldn't help but lament, it seemed that today's three meals were missing.

Kirito looked up and found himself deep in the jungle, unable to find his way back.

Because of his greed, he chased the rabbit into the fallen leaves for a while, and could not expect to find his way home along the blood.

Kirito hits the trunk in annoyance, expressing remorse for his reckless actions.

He can only rely on luck and look for traces in the forest.

After tossing in the forest for a long time, Kirito felt the feeling of crying.

A path where fallen leaves were stepped out, and there were still drips of blood on it.

This is exactly the path he has walked, and Kirito thanked the gods in his heart.

Kirito ran in the direction he came, and he had never felt so happy.

He wanted to sing a song to express his joy.

But before the song could rush out of the body, it suffocated in the throat.

A ninja was looking at him indifferently, the kunai in his hand shimmering with an ominous sheen.

A stab on the ninja's chest pierced through the ninja's vest and was oozing blood.

Behind the ninja, that is, the direction he should have come, there was no trace of the fallen leaves turning.

This is a wonderful misunderstanding......

Kamihara, as the elite ninja of Yunyin, the blade in the hands of Thunder Shadow, the completion of the task through his hands has reached a terrifying seventy percent, and he has also made a great reputation in the ninja world.

The sword skills in Yunyin Village can be described as the four best in the ninja world, and they once overwhelmed Konoha, Mist Hidden and Iron Country. And he is the best among them, and his sword skills are only ten fingers above him in the ninja world.

As usual, Kamihara took on a very ordinary task to pass the time and earn some money for drinks.

Escorting the spies in the village home from Konoha has done it many times, and he is also familiar with playing heartbeat with Konoha ninjas, and by the way, he brings the rookies in the village.

Until today, I met him, Konoha's White Fang Banner Mu Shuo Shigeru.

He only slashed three times, and he shattered Kamihara's pride.

One cut off the target he was protecting, the other cut off his freshly unsheathed love knife, and the other cut his chest with a terrible scar.

Shen Yuan, who boasted of being the fastest knife in Yunyin, was defeated before he made a move.

In the end, he abandoned his companions and ran away alone, unwilling to face the monster.

The escaped Kamihara didn't even take the time to refine the chakra, but continued to move on, stopping and not far from death.

Relying on habit, he also made a misguided route with ingenuity.

Walking backwards was slow, but it was effective, and the Konoha ninja chased the shadow clone away and walked away, and there was no scream of kunai cutting through the air in his ears.

After escaping, Kamihara did not let his guard down.

Because there is no guarantee that the Konoha ninja will see through his little tricks and reflexively catch up.

The tense nerves did what they were supposed to do, and he was the first to sense the danger.

Not a beast, not a ninja, not the beastly ninja.

It's a child, a child who can't even hold a knife tightly.

But he pulled out the kunai anyway and aimed it at the child, because his instincts told him that the child was dangerous.

The two of them faced each other like this, neither of them moved, it was a mental battle, waiting for one of them to show his horse's feet, and the other would pounce on him like a beast and bite desperately.

Kirito gave up his original escape plan because the distance was too close, and if he turned back, he would hand over his back to the enemy, which would be the most stupid thing to do, and it would be better to fight to the death.

Seeing Kirito's eyes, Kamihara knew that things were going to be the worst. If the child turns around and runs away in fear, he can give him a clean knife and let him leave this world without pain, and if he can't help but rush towards him, although it takes a little effort, he can also finish him off.

The child chose the third answer, staring at him quietly like a wolf, pressing the impulse to find his flaws.

Normally, Kamihara only needed a glance to let such a miscellaneous fish fart run away, but now his head has been crushed by the white short knife and can no longer lift it.

The chakra has been exhausted, the wound has lost too much blood, and the limited time is his disadvantage.

Rich combat experience, strong strength, and good weapons are his strengths.

In short, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, and for ninjas, ending the battle quickly has become an iron rule, and it doesn't take much time for a little ghost.

Thinking of this, Kamihara couldn't help but relax. Take a step back with your right leg and try to stand in a straight line with both legs to reduce the area being attacked. Holding the kun in his right hand, waiting for the reckless little guy to send his neck up.

But he still miscalculated, the child in front of him was not as simple as it seemed.

Kirito rushed forward, and when Kamihara made that move, his body involuntarily made a choice.

Seeing the oncoming sword light, Kirito's heart was peaceful, his wrist flicked, and then he sent it forward, and the broken knife was inserted into Kamihara's wound.

Kamihara watched all this happen in disbelief, and when Kirito rushed over, he also met it, his body dodging the trajectory of the attack, and the kunai in his right hand crossed a beautiful arc and cut off the head of the little ghost beautifully.

But the movement over there was faster, and the broken knife bypassed the kunai at a tricky angle, and before he could come back to his senses, the broken knife appeared on his chest.

Just when Kirito thought that the dust had settled, the broken knife inserted into Kamihara's chest failed to take a step forward, and when he looked closely, he found that Kamihara's right hand had lost kunai and was clutching the blade.

Kirito grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands and stabbed forward several times, and the broken knife seemed to be stuck in the rock crevice.

Kamihara endured the intense pain, and his free left hand pinched Kirito's neck accurately.

The pain of suffocation was transmitted to Kirito's brain, making him a little dizzy, and his hands let go of the handle of the knife due to a reflex, trying to tear the iron hand off his neck.

The power that erupted between life and death actually made Shenyuan's fingers loosen slightly.

"What...... What the! ”

Kamihara released the blade with his right hand to prevent excessive blood loss, and he did not pull out the broken knife, and the force that pinched Kirito's neck became stronger.

Lifting Kirito above his head, Kamihara used all his strength to tighten his neck.

Little by little, the air was pulled away, and consciousness was still stripped from it, and the constant struggle had no effect, and Kirito felt that the world was beginning to blur.

If you are so unwilling, do you want to give up like this?

Kirito's heart came up with this sentence, and his body that had just relaxed struggled desperately again, and his eyes showed an unprecedented madness.

The inadvertent kick actually hit the broken knife, and the broken knife inserted in the right chest was directly sent into the chest cavity by this kick, and the blade penetrated the body and appeared from the left back.

After receiving this fatal blow, Kamihara watched all this in disbelief, and then, with his last madness, he pinched Kirito's neck with force.

Releasing Kirito's feeble body, he gave a short and triumphant laugh twice, staggered a few steps and collapsed into the pile of fallen leaves, staring blankly at the gray sky with his eyes, waiting for life to slowly flow with blood.

The footsteps startled the crows on the branches, and these scavengers flew into the howling north wind with reluctance.

A man in a white fox mask stepped on a dead branch and saw the god in the pile of fallen leaves.

The moment he saw Kamihara, the fox almost stepped on a branch and fell.

When he saw the wound on Kamihara's corpse, he gasped even more.

The fox tucked his hand under his mask, and a sharp whistle pierced through the forest.

A few shadows flickered to come here, and the scene was a little tarnished when they saw it.

"Tsk, who did this?"

A man with a white monkey mask kicked the corpse, somewhat curious.

The fox shook his head, he had just come over, and he didn't know.

"It's the kid over there......

The man in the white cat mask lifted his chin a few steps away, then brushed Kamihara's dead eyes up.

"It's such a fast sword, even Kamihara, who is known as a fast sword, didn't dodge, but it's a pity, if it wasn't a matter of weapons......"

Several other people also saw Kirito and rushed up. Seeing that delicate and picturesque face, lying there as if asleep.

"Yes, it's a pity, such a genius ......"

"Aoki, what are you digging a pit for......"

"Settle in the ground, Captain Shuomao, is it okay to delay a little time?"

The white cat cut off Kamihara's head and spread out a scroll to seal it in.

"Aoki, stop digging, take him with you."

"Captain?!"

The man with the monkey mask was a little puzzled, what is the captain crazy about?

The white cat walked up to Kirito and crouched down and touched his chest with his index finger, which sparked his index finger away.

The white cat felt that Kiri's heart was beating slowly, and the current was trying to activate his heart.

"This kid isn't as fragile as he seems."