Over there, he carefully released the fire escape one by one, neutralizing the green water mass in pieces, and Makoto and Fugaku rescued Rigo, who was covered in blood.

The bear-like watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost fell with a bang, blood flowed from the severed limbs, and the black earth ground and puddles were soaked in dark red, but as if afraid of the man's strength, he quietly avoided the place where he stood.

White Fang turned his head with a gentle and calm expression on his face, he looked at Makoto and smiled, "Yo, you always make such ...... It's not elegant, Makoto. ”

The left side of his body, as well as the large hem of his clothes below his abdomen, were stained with his own blood to show the kind of black and red that dried up with blood, and Makoto was a little depressed about White Fang's words: "If it is not necessary, I don't want to make it like this......"

The white fangs were neatly uniformed, and their bodies were so clean that there was not even a trace of dust, almost no difference from before the battle.

White Fang smiled and signaled to the three of them, and Rigo and Fugaku stepped forward, one to deal with the severed limbs and shark muscles that sealed the watermelon mountain puffer ghost, and the other to take out a bandage to stop the bleeding from the puffer ghost's wound.

The puffer fish ghost, who was turned over by Fuyue and had his spine destroyed, calmed down except for his head, and he stared at White Fang, his tone was both resentful and mocking:

"I didn't expect it...... Konoha White Fang, turned out to be an acrobat. ”

White Fang laughed again: "It's enough to kill you." ”

The orange head wanted to fly up and grit its white teeth: "You...... It's simply an insult to a knife, how can a knife bearer throw away his own knife! ”

White Fang shrugged, not at all interested in explaining to a guy who wasn't destined to live long. Makoto stepped forward, ignoring the other party's look of fear and hatred, and looked up with blood-colored eyes.

Losing his limbs, and not being a human pillar force, it is too easy for the blood wheel eye to control. Although Makoto could still feel the exuberant and surging vitality under the other party's broken body, it was nothing more than that—as long as it couldn't exceed the suppression of the pupil power of the writing wheel, no matter how powerful the power was, it would be useless.

The pufferfish ghost's eyes gradually lost focus, faintly reflecting the shadow of the blood-colored magatama until he stopped responding to external stimuli like a puppet, and Sei nodded at White Fang, indicating that it had been controlled.

White Fang asked aloud, "How many ninjas are there in the Mist Ninja Commune?" ”

The puffer fish ghost said in a dumb flat voice like an idiot: "7 people." ”

"The purpose of here?"

"Mission, Goal: Infiltrate the ...... of the Land of Thunder."

White Fang interrupted his statement, "What about the other answers?" If the team disappears, how long will it take to be discovered? ”

"Because it's confidential, we won't be in contact with anyone until the mission is completed."

"Duration of the mission?"

"15 days."

Nodding, White Fang took out a special coffin-like wooden box from the scroll, put the body of the puffer ghost inside, and then sealed its aura firmly with a spell to prevent it from leaking out a single bit.

Then everyone cleaned up the traces of the battlefield and packed the body of the misty shinobi - in the eyes of the professionals of the Konoha intelligence department, this is all precious information - and lay in ambush in place for another 2 hours, until the breath and traces on the battlefield were almost completely gone, and White Fang led the team away.

The journey back was much more pleasant than when it came, although there were still requirements to hurry, but the triumphant trip after the success of the mission, it can be said that the hard battle was thrilling in the end, and no one was sacrificed, which made the four members of the White Fang team relaxed.

It was Makoto's turn to carry the huge coffin, Fugaku and Rigo were divided into Makoto's two wings, slightly behind him, and White Fang and Makoto walked side by side, slightly ahead of the position.

Pursuit, capture, disappearing, and the need to leave Rigo alone against the watermelon mountain puffer fish...... All kinds of clues were connected one by one in Cheng's mind, and a faint guess came to mind, but it was always like a layer of mist, so he couldn't see clearly.

Did you say anything about this in the original work? Makoto's memory can only be said to be average in his previous life, but after crossing over, his mental power has been stimulated and increased, and his mind is much sharper than before. It's just that no matter how good your memory is, it's too difficult to recall all the details of the comics you read three years ago.

However, the holder of the big sword shark muscle did not die in Konoha, and this matter is still certain.

Curious, Makoto didn't try to ask. The same is true of Fugaku, who looks "I'm busy" on the left side, vigilantly watching the flanks of the team.

Only Ligo, as if he had something to say, opened his mouth again and again.

As if noticing his emotions, White Fang stopped, made a command gesture to prepare for camp, and said by name: "Liwu, is there something wrong?" ”

Fugaku and Makoto were busy preparing for camping, but they both pricked up their ears to listen to their conversation.

Although Hakuya's move to abandon the sword was not something that Honma had seen with his own eyes, a question had always existed in his heart since he heard Fugaku describe it during his small talk.

"Lord White Fang...... What do you think of [the knife]? ”

Rubbing the handle of the short knife given by White Fang with his left hand, Rigo Honma, who looked at White Fang as a teacher, asked.

White Fang took a serious look at Rigo's left hand, slender, clean, powerful, and most importantly, it has stability beyond ordinary people, and therefore, many years ago, he was one of the few wealthy heirs of Konoha to fall in love with the boy who would hold on to the handle of the knife at any time.

Now, the handle of the knife in this hand is made of wood that he personally asked for from the Thousand Hands family, and there are four words engraved by White Fang's own hand on it: The knife is life!

The knife is life...... Yes.

White Fang Qimu Shuomao showed a little nostalgic expression, this was the hope he had placed on Liwu in the past, and today, Liwu, who has grown up, has indeed done so, so he will have doubts about his approach.

Respect and value the knife in your hand as if it were life, and then the partner in your hand will reciprocate the same respect and attention. But that's not enough.

He smiled: "A knife is a knife." ”

Ligo's eyes were full of confusion, the person he respected the most and the Tao he was going to carry out for a lifetime, the sudden conflict made him a little confused.

White Fang thought for a moment and chose the simplest language to describe his thoughts: "A few years ago, I believed in this sentence as much as you. However, gradually I realized that things are not so simple.

"The knife is life - not that it's wrong, but it's just one stage of the knife technique.

"The knife is life, so what is life?"

White Fang paused, giving Rigo time to think and accept.

"What is a knife? The knife is used to guard precious things and also to slaughter innocent lives; The knife is the most noble and majestic ceremonial utensil, and the knife is also a farming tool used to slaughter livestock.

"The knife is guarding? Is it killing? Is it glory? Or is it mean? ”