A palm as thin as a tree branch pinched Uehara's head, the palm was so hard that the long nails pierced the skin and sank deep into the muscles.

Uehara's eyes were abnormally red, and his eyes were bloodshot, and they were frighteningly red.

"You saved me from the battle with White Fang, and I'm grateful to you old man," his nose snorted and gasped, and Uehara gripped his fingers with a creaking sound that he couldn't swallow, "let go." ”

The head was groggy, the skull was pinched and creaked, and Uehara had the urge to punch it down.

"Hehe," Yamahe's eyes have a madness that is not inferior to Uehara's, "Hehe, Iwakuin Village has a secret technique that can spy on brain information, although it is extremely harmful, I can't take care of it......"

The mountain heel's eyes instantly turned cold, "Ninja - the art of invading the gods!" ”

Countless currents erupted in the middle of the thin palm in an instant, drilling straight into Uehara's brain, the huge pain almost made Uehara roar, his body twitched uncontrollably, Uehara's white eyes rolled up, and the corners of his mouth gradually foamed out.

"Yes...... I'm ...... Iwain Village is the Iwain ...... Target...... Honored to ......" Uehara had a hideous face, his clenched fist nails pierced into the flesh, he clenched his teeth and his eyes were about to split, "White Fang didn't kill me, you still want to kill Uncle Ben!" ”

On Uehara's forehead, where the heel is tightly pinched, there are several silver needles as thin as wheat mangs. There is an unknown agent in the silver needle, and the part that pierces the skin has turned blue and raised, and the medicine has affected the brain and caused extreme negative emotions, all of which Uehara has not been aware of at all.

Twisting and breaking Yamahe's wrist, Uehara threw himself on the hospital bed and raised his fist and smashed it on Yamahe's head again and again.

"Dead Dragon!" Uehara roared and smashed down with a hard punch, his fist was so powerful that the nose of the heel was directly smashed after the punch, and the nose bleeded.

With another punch, the eye circles of the heel were also bruised. The sound of the continuous impact of the knock knock fist and the head kept ringing, and gradually there were blood stains on the fist of Uehara, and the beaten heel kept looking at him with eyes that seemed to be smiling all the time.

"Dead Dragon" ...... "Under the fist after fist, Yamaheel repeated what Uehara said in the strangely pronounced language of Uehara, and after that, his expression became much more relaxed," ...... There's really something wrong with your identity...... kid."

"Lao Tzu is Yan Ren, his identity is no problem!" Uehara let go of his fist, pinched the neck of the old man with his heel with his palm, and he coughed desperately and struggled, his face became more and more ugly, "I said, no problem!" ”

His eyes flickered, abnormally crazy, and Uehara's palm became harder and harder.

Gradually, the sharp eyes of the mountain heel dimmed, and the eyes opened wide, like dead fish.

The heel stopped struggling, and Uehara, who had been in a position for a long time, suddenly let go of his hand in a daze.

He looked at the bloodstains on his hands in amazement, and then at the bloodstained heels on his face. His fingers trembled and slowly approached the nostrils of the heel, and after a few breaths, Uehara's body trembled.

"No...... It's none of my business, you forced me...... You forced me to ......"

He has been in charge of the intelligence department for a long time, and has extremely rich experience and keen intuition for intelligence work. After spending more than half a year observing and analyzing, Yamaheel thinks that Uehara's behavior in the pursuit of White Fang is suspicious, and it is also doubtful that he has mastered the secret art that should not be mastered, and there are many other strange things that cannot be reasonably explained.

Yamaheel's judgment is logical, and judging logically, Uehara, who has many abnormalities, has no other possibilities than being Konoha's spy. However, the traverser itself is something that cannot be judged by logic.

……

The ninja hospital was quiet, and Uehara staggered open the door of the ward with one hand on the wall and the other hand on his painful head that was about to explode as if he was drunk.

The road under his feet seemed to be undulating waves, soft and blurry when he stepped on it, and he shook his head fiercely, and Uehara gritted his teeth and insisted on not letting himself fall. If something big happens, you have to leave quickly.

……

Raizo perfectly completed the task of blocking the night sky, and until all the bulbs and filaments he brought were burned out, Raizo, who had mastered Chidori, was able to support it with difficulty.

The goal of killing three enemies is complete. The firelight, which suddenly became much more powerful, completed the first indicator. After that, the second in the earth and the third in the earth.

The training task was completed easily, and everyone had a rare two-day rest.

"Let's go find Uehara." Looking at the light bulbs hanging on his body, Raizo had an idea, and it couldn't be better to find Uehara to develop a novel ninjutsu.

Every four hours, the medical staff who take care of the heel will check his body. Holding the tray, the tray was full of medicines and medical equipment, the young nurse hesitated before entering the ward, the door was coming, the white wall and the door were printed with a few light red handprints, which seemed very abrupt.

It seemed that something bad had happened, and Kaori hesitated, and finally picked up the courage to step into the hospital room carefully.

……

"Ahh

There were so many people on the street, and Uehara stumbled through the crowd with heavy steps, and was rudely pushed away by him, and the crowd was already complaining about dissatisfaction. It seems that someone else is greeting him, his vision blurred, and his ears are buzzing, as if Uehara, who will fall asleep at any moment, has no energy to think about who is saying hello.

Almost instinctively, Uehara staggered in a direction and gradually avoided the street, about to reach his home.

The stomach kept churning, becoming more and more violent, and finally, with a wow, Uehara couldn't help but fall to his knees and vomit wildly, and the smell of the colorful things he spit out was terrible.

After vomiting for a long time, I finally stopped vomiting, and Uehara felt better, and the feeling of dizziness in my head was still there, but it was much better.

"Hmm......" retching, Uehara kept smashing his head with his fist, and the pain would make him regain consciousness.

"Hey, Uehara, you...... What happened to you? Raizo looked at Uehara who was kneeling on the ground suspiciously, and the disgusting vomit in front of him made Raizo frown.

Suddenly hearing Raizo's voice, Uehara's entire body froze. With his back to Lei Zang, he quietly wiped his mouth with his hand and quickly adjusted his expression.

"Raizang, it's you." Uehara slowly stood up and turned around with a false smile. ()

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