In the remote mountainous areas of northern Mizuni Country, there is heavy snow for half of the year due to the strong water vapor brought by the sea and the low temperature climate at high altitudes.

Snowflakes are sprinkled like catkins, and the heavens, earth, rivers and mountains are pure and clean, even in the ninja world where there are many wonders, it can be regarded as a rare beautiful scenery.

But if you don't cut the peach land, you don't think so.

He is good at the fog hidden assassination technique, and he hates this kind of ultra-low temperature weather, which will affect the condensation of the water mist.

The twenty-one-year-old Zai Bu is already one of the most powerful ninjas in Wuyin Village.

If it weren't for the fact that the beheading broadsword that suited him was scattered, he would have become an official member of the Ninja Seven long ago.

But all along, strength and status have never made him happy, and he who grew up in the fog and blood mist policy is no longer slashed, and he has been the most professional killing machine since the ninja school, without a trace of emotion, all he needs to do is swing the knife.

But gradually, he began to get tired of this life, and even went crazy to the point of wanting to assassinate Mizukage and defect from the village.

But when the emotions in his heart gradually fermented, Yakura, the controller of the bloody machine of the fog, suddenly changed his temperament.

All of a sudden, the spring breeze of reform blew all over the land, and the people laughed and laughed in the fog, so that some of them could not react.

In the past few years, a large part of the mission that the onimen have not received is to hunt down the rebellious blood ninjas;

But this time, he received the task of being assigned to the northern region of the Water Country to search for the members of the Blood Succession Family who had been lost among the people.

To be precise, it was one of the rookies who made him endure and Wuyin Village, personally went to the mountains and countryside to publicize the new policy, and then persuaded the found blood heirs to return to Wuyin Village.

Before leaving, I remembered the task requirements written in the order: correct attitude and service with a smile......

If you don't cut it again, I suddenly feel very big.

There was no one around, and he tried to grin a little, and immediately realized that he had killed too many people and had long lost this function.

Never mind...

When you find those bloody guys, let's just knock them out and bring them back...

However, over the years, Yakura's fight against blood successors has been too ruthless, and the people's discrimination against blood successors has never stopped.

For many years in the Land of Water, there has been a bad atmosphere of hostility and fear of the boundaries of blood succession, and Yakura has only carried this trend forward in the past few years.

Otherwise, no matter how great Yakura's prestige is, it is impossible to brainwash the people of the whole country with a single call, and he will not make Code Geass.

In the closed northern mountains, this kind of discrimination is even more ingrained, and almost as soon as a blood successor emerges, he will be attacked by a large mob.

In such an environment, the peach field that was assigned here to find people searched for several days, but found nothing.

It wasn't until this day that he stumbled upon a passing merchant who had just discovered a youkai who could make ice out of thin air in the village not far ahead.

Youkai who make ice cubes...

If you don't cut off a black line, you will feel speechless about the knowledge of these backward people in the mountainous areas, this is obviously the ice escape blood of the Shui Wuyue clan!

Without further ado, who knows what the ignorant mob here will do to the objectives of their mission.

If you don't use the chakra to hurry, there is a bit of a taste of stepping on the snow without a trace for a while.

In order to take a shortcut, he didn't look at the map to find a good direction, so he plunged into the snow forest full of Qiongzhi jade trees.

After walking through the forest for a short time, and in his extremely keen ears, he heard a sound in the distance, the messy and hurried footsteps and wheezing of a group of people, and the hoarse shouts of some men.

No matter how vigilant he was, years of ninja life made him understand that these noises meant that those in front of him were either fleeing for their lives or chasing and killing.

Probably, among them is the one he is looking for!

Without hesitation, he used the teleportation technique, slashing a phantom through the forest, setting off gusts of wind that blew down countless snowflakes.

Soon, in his field of vision, more than a dozen hideous-looking men appeared, holding a variety of weapons in their hands, surrounding a mature woman in a thin kimono, slumped in the snow, and still bleeding from her calves.

"Suffer death, you youkai hiding in our village!" The man at the head roared, his expression was excited and angry, and his facial features were distorted from excitement to the point of being inhuman.

Monster? Hiding on the side, Zai Bu realized that the woman in front of him was probably the Shui Wuyue clan he was looking for.

"No," the woman's gnat-like cry sounded weakly, but it did not receive any sympathy.

"Stop quibbling, I'll never trust you again!"

The middle-aged man at the head couldn't listen at all, and the firewood knife in his hand was raised high, and it was about to fall on the woman's head.

The woman's heart was like ashes, and she closed her eyes weakly to meet the impending death.

However, a few seconds passed, and she didn't wait for the knife, but she heard a gust of wind in front of her, and a crisp and sharp metal sound.

She opened her eyes and saw a tall figure standing firmly in front of her, slowly retracting a long, flickering knife back into its back.

"This woman, I want it!"

No matter how cold the voice sounded, it seemed to be a little colder than the ice and snow in the sky.

Because with these words sounded the sound of the headless corpse of the knife-wielding man just now.

"Who else is going to kill her?"

No more than a slight tilt of his head, one by one to examine the dozen or so mobs that had already painted fear on their faces.

"If not, get out of here."

A dozen ignorant mobs who were still aggressively trying to eliminate demons for the people just now suddenly rushed away as if they had been amnestied and urinated.

Then he turned around and began to look at the woman he had saved:

At the age of twenty-seven or eighteen, her long hair hung casually between her shoulders and collarbones, her thin kimono did not completely hide her white skin like snow, her facial features were delicate and beautiful, there was a faint sadness between her eyebrows, and her watery eyes exuded a watery shimmer, and she was looking at him with complex and grateful eyes.

I was amazed and fell into a short period of sluggishness.

This was a very low-level mistake for a veteran Blood Mist Ninja.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and after a long time, the woman's face showed a slight blush, which made Zai Bu suddenly react, and turned her head a little embarrassed.

Without thinking about it anymore, he stretched out his hand to the woman and said in a soft tone that had never appeared on him before, "You get up first..."

The woman obediently stretched out her hand and held it to the palm of her hand, which was soft and warm to the touch, and there was no cold in the winter snow at all.

She was injured in the calf, and as soon as she straightened up, she stumbled for a while, and fell into the arms of Zai Bu as if it were a coincidence.

If he didn't subconsciously hug her, he suddenly felt a faint fragrance enter his nose, and his chest and arms experienced that soft touch, which made him a little intoxicated.

I have never had this kind of experience again, my cheeks became red and red, and I didn't have the majesty of the terrifying "ghost man" at all.

"You're injured, I'll bandage you first." Zai Bu Chu gently supported the woman and said.

"No," the woman suddenly thought of something, and said in a begging tone, "I beg you, take me to save my son first." ”

"He's only ten years old, and he's still trapped in the hands of those villagers..."

"Your son?" Somehow, he felt a little uncomfortable when he didn't cut it again, but he immediately realized that the son of the Blood Successor would also be the Blood Inheritor, which was also one of the mission targets he was looking for.

"Let's go, I'll carry you over first!" If I didn't cut it again, I felt that something was wrong, and said with some embarrassment: "I have a knife on my back, so it's inconvenient to carry you..."

"Well..."The woman obediently asked Zai Bu Chop to pick it up in the posture of a princess, and then she felt the gust of wind brought up by Zai Bu Chop in the high-speed march.

"Speaking of which, you should be the blood successor of Bing Dun, right?" Zai Bu asked as he hurried into the village.

"Yes..."

"Why not resist? You have the ability to do that. ”

The woman did not speak, her expression became very sad, and she fell into an eerie silence.

Zai Bu Chop has never been so good at talking, and when he saw that the woman did not respond, he seemed to inadvertently bring up another question:

"So, what about the child's father?"

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched for a while, and finally she sighed slightly and said, "The one who was about to kill me just now, and you killed me again, is my husband." ”

"Huh?"

What's the plot?

If I don't cut it for a while, I somehow become inexplicably happy...

After a long while, he said slowly: "When the time comes, I will take your mother and son to Wuyin Village." ”

"The current Fog Hidden Village is already suitable for people like you who have the ability to follow..."

"Besides, I'll be there too..."

Unconsciously, Zai Bu had completely forgotten the order in the mission document to let him promote Mizukage's new policy, and instead used a very subtle word.

"Well..."

The woman looked at Zaibu's resolute but green face, was silent for a moment, and finally emitted a powerful monosyllable from his bosom.

The mood of no longer slashing suddenly jumped, and it seemed that he had found a firm reason for him to stay in the fog.

His face had stiffened for nearly ten years since he was a ghost, and finally showed a sincere and warm smile.

"By the way, my name is Momochi and then don't chop..." ”

It seemed a little abrupt, and he added again without cutting it: "And your son's name?" ”

"Snow..."

"My name is Snow." The woman's face was also flushed.

After a while, as if she had suddenly remembered, she added in a soft voice:

"My son's name is—"

"White."