Strong spiritual power is the only talent that Daimaru can handle and can be regarded as outstanding.

In the past, I didn't know how to use it, and there was no one to guide it, so it was just that; Now it is clear that it is possible to use it, but it would be a pity if it was left so wasted.

Even if it's just a puppet line of stars that you are messing with, you have already benefited a lot.

The ability to capture the right near with the Blood Relay Limit is due to this.

Of course, there are also many regrets.

The spell mark on the right near body can allow Daimaru to use natural energy indirectly, but he can't learn to use natural energy.

The two seem to be similar, but in fact they are very different.

Relying on external forces, in the end, it is still not as reliable as mastering it yourself.

"It's almost time, you go and rest......"

Next, it was the turn of the thousand guards in the middle of the night.

"Hmm!"

Daimaru didn't hold back either, and went straight into the dry cave that could barely hide the cold wind that carried the humidity of the night, and lay down in Kimono.

"How do you break through this bottleneck?"

Daimaru thought in his heart, and he couldn't sleep for a while.

In fact, it's not just Chisen's narrow road ahead, but also Daimaru's.

There is a limit to simply improving combat effectiveness. Although he was a little frustrated, Daimaru also knew that the chances of being able to succeed in the Wind Escape Chakra Mode were very small.

This is actually about the same difficulty as Daimaru learning to use natural energy.

The road is there, but there are insurmountable obstacles, and many ideas that were difficult to achieve in the past will become a reality.

If you can't get by, it is estimated that just like Temari and Kankuro, in the future, you will be a decent Sand Hidden Murakami Shinobi, at most you will be a little smarter.

Although Daimaru still has a lot of room for improvement, the future development can be roughly seen.

Mixed in the Sand Hidden Village, it is enough for Daimaru, even in the ninja world, Daimaru is not too sure to mix a little fame, but these are really difficult to satisfy Daimaru's appetite.

"Don't let the name of 'Red Sand' be disgraced!"

Sometimes Daimaru also wonders if he should try to get a few writing wheels.

Of course, just think about it!

In the midst of his thoughts, Daimaru fell asleep in a daze, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside.

"It's a damp place."

Sand Shinobi, who is accustomed to the dry climate of the Land of Winds, may not be able to stand this kind of air with high humidity in the morning and evening.

"I really hate ......"

When he came out, he saw Yamu wiping his forehead sullenly, even if the temperature was not very high, he felt fine sweat all over his body, and his body was sticky, which was very uncomfortable.

Qian is not much better, the white velvet iron fan is wet and sticky, and it can't be wrung out of water, so it's so angry.

"Luckily, this isn't the Land of Rain......"

Daimaru smiled happily.

In countries that rain all year round, I really don't understand how the people there hold on.

"The sun has been out for so long, and the forest is still so humid, no wonder no one wants to live in such a hellish place!"

Qian shook off the cherished white velvet iron fan, wanting to let it dry as soon as possible.

"Let's go, it's not too early!"

Although it is a task that can be used to grind foreign workers, it is necessary to do the work that needs to be done first.

Daimaru cleaned his sleepy eyes, wiped his cheeks, and used the wind to speed up the evaporation of water on the surface of his body, and suddenly became refreshed.

"Huh? My hair is still dripping with strands......"

Yame tugged at the double ponytails that he was a little concerned about, so he had to put these aside for the time being and keep up with Daimaru and Chito.

"Be quiet, there might be an ambush nearby!"

Daimaru turned around and said,

"Look at the area we're going to explore today, is there anything out of the ordinary......"

"Got it!"

Usually Daimaru is still quite easy to talk to, but once he starts the mission, he will be a little domineering.

Qian, who was one step behind, walked side by side with Yeme, covering his gaze into the distance, while some of his companions neglected the defense at close range.

……

In the quiet jungle where a few birdsongs could be heard from time to time, the Sand Shinobi and his party carefully avoided the sight of almost all observers, and came to a place where they camped near mountains and rivers.

Sand Shinobi secretly looked condescendingly at the team that was resting below, observing their strength.

"Is this the wandering ninja you observed that day?"

"It should be!"

Yame nodded.

"Really...... What a rabble! ”

Daimaru sighed softly.

Where is this wandering ninja who is not in good condition?

If it weren't for the fact that they carved their own "forehead guards" with pieces of iron that they picked up from nowhere, and the occasional fierce aura, who would have believed that they would be ninjas?

The reputation of ninjas, in the eyes of ordinary people, is not very good, and these guys are to blame for what they have done.

These guys, who barely have a little bit of force, when they are about to survive, encounter a "fat sheep" who can be slaughtered, won't they go to "cameo" a robber and grab a handful?

I can't live anymore, a little insignificant fame is nothing!

To say that they are ninjas is to exalt them, this is just a group of outcasts who know a little ninjutsu.

Although the sand ninja are tasked with cleaning up the buffer zone, it doesn't mean that they have to kill all the uninvited guests.

It's just that keeping these people is a hidden danger......

"I'll take a look!"

Daimaru hid his form, approached quietly, and then waved his hand, surrounded by a group of identical figures, surrounding this small camp.

The sudden change made these wandering ninjas panic suddenly, and there were barely a few powerful guys, wielding murderous weapons such as meteor hammers, maces, and pig-killing knives, to protect their relatively weak companions in the middle.

"Who are you?"

"As you can see, we are Shinobi, this is not a demilitarized zone that you can enter, you are limited to leave within one day, otherwise, you don't have to leave......"

"Do you sand forbearance, do you want to kill them all?"

The leader, a butcher who was more like a ninja than a ninja, stepped out of the crowd with a machete and shouted indignantly at the insulting Omaru.

Daimaru frowned.

Regarded as a villain who does all kinds of evil by these guys, Daimaru doesn't care about anything.

The problem is that, judging from the rhetoric of this leader, it is not for nothing that they have ended up here.

But......

"There are so many helpless things in the world, you may have your own troubles, but I'm not interested! I'm just here to inform you that you will leave or die, and ...... your own choice."

"The ninjas of the Great Ninja Village are really such domineering bastards......"

Tear ......

The thin blade of wind instantly slashed the distance between the two of them, cutting a small bleeding hole in the big man's cheek.

"Don't look at my youth, I feel so foolish!"

Daimaru smiled playfully,

"Because you have been treated unfairly, you want to stand on the highest point of morality and put pressure on me, in order to get by? How can there be such a good thing......"

As he spoke, Omaru suddenly disappeared and appeared next to the "butcher", and the star puppet line restrained him, and instantly controlled it and turned around, slashing in front of a weak young man behind him, the collar was cut, and a small blood line appeared on his neck.

"A final warning this time! I've said all I can say to you, and the next time we meet in Kawanokuni, it's your time of death......"

After saying that, the figures of Daimaru around him disappeared into the air like foam.

The freed "butcher" sat on the ground and couldn't help but gasp.

At this moment, a young man with thin-rimmed sunglasses walked over:

"It seems that the trick of pretending to be pitiful to win sympathy doesn't work......"

"Yitu, I've said it a long time ago, this trick can't be effective for everyone......"

The "butcher" stood up sweating profusely,

"I almost peed my pants!"

"Bellive, this time it's just an accident, I met the ruthless Ninja of Sand Hidden Village! Sand ninjas are different from Konoha ninjas, even if they are children, they are also bloody......"

"Then what do you say! We can't just leave in disgrace, this is our last place to stay......"

The "butcher" showed a trace of anxiety on his meaty face,

"Escaping from the Land of Rain is hard enough! The land of grass is a pack of hyenas that eat people and don't spit out bones; The Konoha ninja seems polite, but in fact, it can't tolerate us; Sand Shinobi is even more likely to kill people if they don't agree with each other......"

The "military advisor" looked like a guy smiled confidently:

"Don't worry, I have a way to ......"