"A good knife, of course." The sword light left a clear light like water on Rigo's face, and he said with some pride: "These four words were given to me by Lord White Fang, and he said that this is his perception of the knife. ”

"The knife is life."

Makoto repeated, to be honest, the white fang in the combat state is indeed as sharp as a knife, but I don't know why, Makoto always feels that the white fang no longer has this emotion of treating the knife as his own.

Is it a delusion? Thinking of his father, who was deep and dignified in front of Kakashi, and White Fang, who was more like a middle-aged uncle in a non-combat state, Makoto pressed down the sense of disobedience in his heart and asked Rigo about the missions he had experienced, especially the death-to-death battles with the ninjas of various enemy countries.

This is actually a habit, when learning from the strong people arranged by the family, Makoto likes to ask them some personal experience in his spare time, and then substitute himself, and absorb their strengths like hunger. This may be Makoto's occupational disease when he was a student in his previous life, and after getting knowledge, he didn't look at a few practical examples, and he always felt that he didn't grasp it thoroughly enough.

Of course, listening to other people's experiences will certainly not be more thorough than personal experiences, but at the very least, when encountering the same or similar situations, you will not be at a loss. Even if you can increase your reaction time by 1 second, you might be able to save your life.

The mist rises and lifts.

Under Makoto's always just right answers and rhetorical questions, the more Honma Rigo spoke, the more he rose, and he couldn't stop talking at all:

“…… You know that, right? Yun Ninja's ninjutsu technique, not to mention the speed is extremely fast, and the frequency of attacks is also terrifyingly fast, but in fact, as long as they calmly distinguish the level of their physical attacks and only disintegrate the key points in order, it is easy to grasp the initiative. ”

As he spoke, Rigo drew his knife and slashed through the air like lightning, the blade turning and leaving a gorgeous trail on the retina, Makoto silently imagined.

If you are facing Kirabi who is an adult height, and the killing technique of various parts of the body such as elbows, feet, fists, knees, and legs, this knife can theoretically defuse the opponent's offensive divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower, and occupy the initiative in the next round when he avoids.

"You're still using this knife...... Didn't I tell you that your words are actually more suitable for a thicker knife? ”

Before I knew it, it turned out that the time for the shift change had come. Well-rested, White Fang slowly walked out of the tent with a calm face.

If it is the white fang facing Yun Ninja, he will only take the first kick, and then send his knife into the opponent's throat, if the action is fast and ruthless enough, the enemy ninja may subconsciously dodge, and even the first kick will be affected and missed.

So he once told Rigo that Rigo is more suitable for thick knives with excellent defense, and if Ligo's recovery power is stronger, with his cautious and calm knife skills, it will not be a problem to drag down some quasi-shadows.

The knife is life, but life is not a knife, and how can a swordsman who regards life as precious as a knife be suitable for a short knife? Moreover, for him at this time, the knife is the knife stage of life, which has long passed.

However, at this time, Makoto and Rigo's tired expressions floated on their faces, and White Fang didn't say much, so the two of them hurriedly went to rest, and stayed with Uchiha Fugaku who got up later for the rest of the night.

The next day, the team hit the road early in the morning light.

Although they only rested for half the night, this was not a problem at all for ninjas whose mental will was far stronger than that of ordinary people, not to mention, even among ninjas, the four members of this squad were the best.

This trip lasted for several days.

When Makoto finally judged from the increasingly obvious features of the landscape that this was the land of Izumi, which was sandwiched between the two countries of thunder and fire, White Fang stopped his hurried march.

Instead, it swayed in the wilderness covered with vegetation and streams as if they were looking for something.

It would be more efficient to tell the information and then everyone split up to find it - of course such a suggestion would not be made, and when he set off, White Fang's three orders were still in his ears, and White Fang would not even be unable to think of this.

When White Fang looked closely at a dwarf tree and pulled out a small cloth bag from its roots to the shade, Makoto already had a faint guess in his heart. If you stand on the low rock next to it, you can occasionally see the smoke of the cooking in the distance, and this distance should be the activity area of ordinary residents. This small cloth bag that is obviously intelligence should come from the [informant] developed by Konoha in the country of Izumi, if Makoto is not mistaken, the target of this trip should be the big man of the hostile ninja village, and Konoha dealing with this person cannot be known by the hostile ninja village.

No, given the secrecy of this mission, it may not even be known to most ninjas in their own village.

Is it an assassination and provocation mission like Xiao Kills the Three Generations of Wind Shadows? Or is it a kind of resource plundering like the cloud ninja kidnapping Hinata? Cheng secretly thought in his heart, if he is located in the country of springs, who is the other party?

It wasn't until he saw the information in the cloth bag that White Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

When he received this task, he was frightened, and the boldness of the mission goal and the follow-up difficulty can be called S-level. However, as long as you can roughly grasp the whereabouts of the other party, it is just an A-level assassination mission at this stage.

What's more, the enemy is in the light, I am in the dark, and if I have mental calculations or unintentional, the difficulty will only be lower. White Fang made a gesture and motioned for the three team members to follow him, the target was probably nearby, although the probability was not high, but in case of a head-on encounter, it would give the other party a chance to escape.

I knew that I should apply for a white-eyed player, and at this distance, it was easy to lock on to the enemy's specific location. White Fang's thoughts swirled in his heart and set off for the next intelligence point.

Probably along the edges of several towns, the White Fang team traveled hundreds of miles in a matter of hours, searching for 4 or 5 similar intelligence points, some with small cloth bags buried and others without. Often, after obtaining information in one place, the White Fang team will correct its route accordingly or simply turn back in the opposite direction.

There is no intelligence, and sometimes it is also information, at least at this time, it means that the target has not appeared in this place. Constantly revising their route based on intelligence, Makoto and the others gradually approached the coastline of Izumi no Kuni.

At this time, in a small town built against the sea, several highly striking ninjas swaggered down the thriving streets. In addition to their extremely intimidating appearance, their bloody temperament as if their whole body was soaked in blood, also made the residents who were ordinary people avoid them out of fear.