The so-called short period of light may be just wishful thinking on a winter night, and when the sea of fire without roots spreads, a few trees not far away seem to become the best fire, and the dried interior becomes the best wood.

The dazzling light of the fire was gone, but the sparkles were still here, barely surviving in the wind and rain that had begun to weaken, and the trees with charred skin adorned the area under the night, becoming the only bright marker of this battle to the death.

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Those eyes are amazing.

Winter Night himself had eyes that he didn't seem to use, people with the same eyes, it wasn't the first time he had seen it, and it wasn't the first time he had fought, he thought it was.

But, it's amazing, it's really powerful.

So, the unexpected fact makes people understand the fact that Rukawa Winter Night is actually very stupid.

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In this situation, even "Ninjutsu" can't be used......!

In the confrontation between extremely close distances, there is simply not enough time to complete the seal of ninjutsu, which is a reality that both sides are very clear, so it is arrogant.

The arrogant winter night is just a rash choice after accepting the other party's provocation with physical skills.

And then.

was crushed.

The complacent physical skills, the self-trained sword skills, all the strongest weapons that Winter Night thought could be used to match most of the upper ninjas, were crushed.

The feeling of restraint, in this battle, the hands and feet seem to be bound by ropes, and when thinking about the place to arrive, the hands and feet will always involuntarily slow up a little.

However, even though he had done everything he could, he thought he had exerted his fastest speed and greatest strength, and he thought he had tried his best to attack, but he was always as weak as hitting cotton.

Unscathed, he had a sinister smile on his old face.

In contrast, after the fast break, he will always fall into a more frequent defense, and this aspect is full of flaws, and the deadly kunai thrust almost wiped his throat, heart, and eyes several times.

Tricky angles, precise skills, this old man in front of him.

It's clear.

There is no threat that Orochimaru can bring to himself, there is no Orochimaru is powerful, and there is no mystery that cannot see through the bottom limit of strength.

But the simplicity is very strong, very terrible, and it is inevitable to produce a sense of frustration that cannot be helped!

The winter night hovered between life and death for a long time, and naturally most of the flesh and blood were inevitably removed.

He was watched by the light, and every minute and second, his body would become thinner and thinner, and he didn't know when, he eliminated too many cooked meats that he didn't have time to deal with, exuding the aroma of barbecue, so compared to the body of the original teenager who had been trained for a long time, he was already a little smaller out of thin air.

Bloody people? No, it would be more appropriate to say that he is bare and bare and may become a bone man at any time.

Physically ruined? No, it's worse, to be alive, to be able to walk, has it evolved into an undead?

In a desperate situation, the medical ninjutsu that has been running all the time, and the last lifeline seems to be about to fail.

And then the fastest to take root and sprout, perhaps.

The idea that everything doesn't matter is gradually overshadowing the consciousness of the winter night.

······ I've worked hard.

Continuous encounters, super-concentrated assassinations, fighting against eight middle ninjas, killing one upper ninja, this is enough.

Logically speaking, isn't it right that someone should come to me at this time?

It's like a ninja in the same village who passed by by an accidental mission, or a powerful psychic beast that passed by by chance or something.

Or?

Come a hero!

Forget it, it's impossible!

He was decadent and greeted his fate.

Because, he understands.

It's all real, so real that Winter Night never tries to deny this weakness in her heart.

He always accepted himself as such, but he never thought he was gentle with himself.

Because, he will always make a choice in an instant, choose to decisively remove the stubborn weakness of the tumor, and continue to move stupidly towards the impossible.

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Can perseverance alone solve everything? I'm sorry, but Winter Night never thought of it that way.

It's like the longing hero didn't come to save him.

So, he will accept his fate.

No!

Are you kidding.

I'm neither a hero nor a protagonist.

I'm a boring supporting character, an indifferent underdog.

That's why I had to save the day.

It's up to me to be myself.

Don't rely on others, don't rely on others, don't expect others, not by [someone] who is fancied in anticipation.

It's up to me to ravage everything.

So.

Think, think for myself, defeat the guy in front of me, and then live.

"Writing wheels? It's a handy force. ”

Dodging the slash, he no longer intends to fight back, at least not until he concentrates all his energy!

"So, Uchiha Shinna is such a waste, he didn't tell me until he died that he could become as strong as you."

The silence of the other party did not stop the weak words of the winter night.

Then the stimulus speech was also echoed.

"How can a guy like you, a garbage like you, be alive?"

"Why did Shinna have to die at the hands of a waste like you, he's a genius!"

"He's a genius who opened the double hook jade, you dare to kill him, die, die!"

His anger, after causing him to lose his mind, did not delay the technique of using the sword in the slightest, but was faster, more insidious, and more ruthless.

In the face of such an attack, Winter Night reluctantly relied on the sharpness of the utensils to defend and dodge.

Enough, though.

His answer made the embarrassed winter night confirm.

Writing wheels.

The reason for his downfall at this moment is nothing else, not the strength of pure strength, only, the only reason, is those eyes.

It wasn't a strange power, it wasn't a hidden power, it all came from the blood-red eyes he had underestimated.

The eyes that he had but didn't seem to use, the eyes of the weak man he had seen in Shinna Uchiha and then defeated by himself.

So, the stupid Rukawa Winter Night, stupid and arrogant, what a ridiculous role he played in this battle.

Is he a knight who prides himself on being Don Quixote?

The thinking paid off, and he realized.

There are things that I don't know, things I don't understand.

The difference between the simple user, the difference between Uchiha Shinna and the old man in front of them, makes them have different degrees of control over the same power, and then, this difference in control makes them make mistakes and arrogant contempt.

It is perhaps not surprising that the proud man in battle, even if he loses, even if he dies, even if everything happens and befalls him, because his pride is stupid.

Die, and frankly welcoming death has even become the wish of a winter night.

But.

He's alive.

Because.

The night is still long.