Golems can't be used for transportation.

Although a long time ago, it was rumored that a puppet master of Sand Shinobi made a magical puppet that could fly in the sky for 3 days and 3 nights, most of the puppets were used for battle.

It's not that the technical level can't be reached, as far as Makoto knows, Konoha has a technical department specializing in the study of puppet machinery, and has also made a puppet that is simply a substitute, but the kind of tool that is driven by chakra threads, flexibility is not considered for the time being, only in terms of convenience, it is far better for ninjas to use puppets to drive their bodies directly.

In the final analysis, the use of puppets does not go beyond the boundaries of ninjutsu in the broad sense of ninja.

The oil truck followed the official road of the country of rain, and it was renovated to be very suitable for driving in rainy days, and the speed of Makoto and his party was immediately improved, and the time was calculated, that is, between the past two days, and the destination could be reached smoothly.

If nothing happens.

Cheng Chong, who was hiding next to Asma, glanced at him, and the little imp with short black hair quietly left knowingly, sneaking a certain distance away before rushing to the rear at full speed to inform the water gate.

The quality of these imps is unexpectedly excellent, and compared to Cheng's own session, whether it is will, strength, or mentality, it is much better.

The sound of clanging weapons intersecting drew Makoto's attention back to the battlefield in front of him.

The two sides of the war seem to be rain ninja.

In the case of Konoha Ninja, this is almost impossible to happen. In the Land of Fire, the only way to become a ninja is to pass the assessment of Konoha Village, and all Konoha ninjas must be recorded and led by the Hokage, the leader of Konoha .

And a long time ago, the ninja in a country was a private force belonging to the nobility, working hard for the nobility, being canonized by the nobility, if he could make a meritorious deed, break away from the ninja and become the family general of the noble samurai, for the ninja, it was tantamount to the glory of getting ahead.

This ancient rule, which has evolved to the present day, is manifested in the fact that in some small countries, the daimyo and nobles also have the power to issue their own ninja foreheads. Even though Hanzo is nominally the leader of the rain ninja, he still does not have the power to control all the rain ninja.

Just like the scene in front of them, the ninjas who also wore the rain ninja forehead were divided into two sides, centered on a luxurious carriage, and fought to the death.

They may be private soldiers raised by some nobles, or they may be self-sufficient mercenary organizations that survive by receiving free assignments. But Makoto doesn't care where they come from, and the reason why they stay here to spy on them is only because they just happened to block the only official road leading to Rain Ninja Village.

The oil truck couldn't get off the official road at all, so Makoto had only two options, either wait for them to get out of the way, or force a way out.

Under Makoto's attention, the situation on the field at this time is a little wrong.

The ninja who was responsible for protecting the royal blue carriage had a numerical advantage, but was suppressed by the enemy.

It's not the difference in strength, from the perspective of sincerity, the side of the carriage has a well-founded advance and retreat, a complete formation, and the strength of the individual is not worse than that of the attacking side.

The reason why they fall behind is because they are much more merciful than the enemy.

Yes, mercy. Makoto blinked, wondering if he was mistaken, this word, which was supposed to have nothing to do with the ninja world for eight lifetimes, existed alive among those ninja moves at this time.

An enemy ninja is kicked into the air, and instead of the ninja following to make the final blow, the ninja who knocked the enemy into the air cautiously pounces forward, trying to avoid the enemy's counterattack while trying to completely subdue the opponent.

With a small difference in strength, he naturally failed, but fortunately, with the help of his superior companions, he was spared the fate of being killed by the enemy.

What's going on? Too confident? Or does the employer of the assignment have special requirements?

Makoto stayed where he was, wanting to see which way things would go.

As mentioned earlier, the ninjas on the carriage side are superior in number and well-trained, so even though they don't kill their enemies, as time passes, the situation on the field still tilts towards the carriage side little by little.

"Yikes! Drink! ”

With a roar, a female ninja stuned her enemy with her elbow, like dominoes, and as this gap opened, the ninja side, which was already dominant, finally began to constantly subdue or stun the enemy, turning the advantage into victory.

Makoto even opened the writing wheel eye to pay attention to them one by one, and found that all the ninjas on this side were using non-lethal methods.

The ninja leader of the opposing side couldn't help but become impatient when he saw his own defeat like a mountain, and the enemy's method of only controlling people and not killing them made him feel even more insulted.

"Don't look down on people too much!"

He has a burly body and a smooth top of his head, and at this time, he is angry and wields the scythe-like weapon with a chain in his hand regardless of it, and the rain that was originally shuttling between heaven and earth has been cut open like a madman, bringing a crystal splash, but the orange-haired handsome young man opposite him is just a more calm block, guarding every drop, and he is not moved by his momentum.

-- or rather, not moved by his schemes.

Cheng couldn't help but smile, this big bald head seems to be rough, but in fact it is thick and fine, this set of desperate moves is used, under the high-speed vision and prediction ability of the writing wheel, Cheng can be keenly aware of those seemingly desperate and exposed flaws, hidden insidious killer moves.

I don't know if the orange hair is aware of the insidiousness of the bald head, or if he is just a simple and stable personality, but he is not fooled, and even Cheng feels the helplessness and anger in the bald head's heart.

The surrounding enemies have all been knocked down, and the two ninjas look at each other, spotting a flaw and pounced together, ready to help Orange Hair take down the last enemy.

Zheng Zheng Zheng, the speed of the bald head suddenly accelerated, and the long blade of the sickle in his hand flew out, and it flew out, bounced off the weapons besieging the three people in turn around the arc trajectory.

That's it, the bald head sighed secretly, and his eyes were fixed on the orange-haired boy in front of him, who was calm and defending, but this last trick couldn't take this guy away after all.

The orange-haired boy's face changed, and he was just about to open his mouth to tell his two teammates to be careful, but the bald head had already sneered, and his hand quickly sealed.

Ninja! The Art of the Mud Prison!

A feeling of extreme danger came, and the orange-haired boy retreated sharply, narrowly avoiding the murky blisters that emerged from one end of the long rod of the weapon in the bald head's hand.

The bubble grew bigger and bigger, swinging its long pole with the bald head, slicing a large arc through the air, and loading the two orange-haired ninjas.

"Great Awakening! Stop! ”

The orange-haired boy hurriedly shouted.

The ninja named Da Jue had death in his eyes, and he let out a long laugh: "Yahiko! Although I am defeated at your hands today, I also want you to know that although the life of a ninja is as worthless as a dog, it is not something that can be easily insulted! ”