"Water Escape-Fog Concealment Technique!"

The mist that filled Ito's body was submerged, and the attack he released with his visual memory was missed.

No! Colors other than white do not exist in this space, and the ears do not have the slightest effect on the winter night compared to the blinded eyes.

Laugh at!

Aware of danger? No, malicious! The inexplicable dodge caused the body to inadvertently deviate from the fatal blow, and in its place was the broken arm.

It's quiet, then it's dangerous!

The blood bloomed again, and the blood-red flowers splashed down, but they could not stain the blank space in front of them in the slightest.

Time and time again, the blade can't cut the throat, but it can always leave a scar on the body, the winter night with the head lowered, the feeling of nothingness, the only thing that can be determined is that the pair of scarlet eyes seem to flicker with a light that people can't ignore, and it accumulates more and more!

Blood flowed out of the wounds, one, two, and the blood lost from countless wounds was enough to be fatal, but unmoved, like a lamb that had no choice but to be slaughtered!

Pain, pain, pain! Accumulating! Blood loss, physical weakness, death! It's approaching! One, two, scars and attacks! In the record!

Man, in addition to using his brain to think and remember, can also use his body to think and remember, because man himself is a creature, wild sleeping in the body, and then about to explode at some point.

Pain is the best rein to pull out this wild nature, be manic, and then twist it!

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"Poor little ghost, go die!"

The voice came from above, facing the enemy who took the initiative to expose himself, but the winter night did not move, and for the first time, the side-avoiding body - an impact came from the side, which was perfectly avoided.

Unconscious? Accidentally? Coincidental?

Hidden in the fog, originally the safest self, Ito felt uneasy for the first time about his own situation.

There was an aura of wavering, and the hidden invisible opponent exuded a clear aura of embarrassment, and Ito stopped attacking for a while, as if he was going to start over, and attacked fiercely from another angle again.

Dodge, dodge, dodge!

Even if it's not complete, but it's going on, Winter Night interprets the timing of the enemy's attack, and correctly sees through the opponent's position, blindly dodging repeatedly. The teenager began to get used to becoming instinctive and the action continued, and then!

The crimson gaze pierced through the mist, and Ito's hidden body was hidden.

The shaky breath trembled, and the opponent jerked back, stomping on the ground and making a stomping sound. The invisible enemy seemed to want to undo some kind of mistake and distance himself from the winter night, and like an assassin, the sound of breathing and footsteps was perfectly eliminated, and even the sense of presence was gone.

After making sure that Crimson's gaze hadn't caught up, the hidden body flew from the right rear, the blind corner behind it.

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Suddenly, Winter Night turned around and took a step towards the right rear with absolute certainty.

Exaggerated and swift big moves and high kicks. Then there is an inverted spin kick that exerts all the strength, and the left foot that kicks diagonally cuts through even the space.

Peng! The blow to the flesh broke out with the foot intact.

Shaken turned into surprise. After a sharp counterattack, the invisible-like body strained to its feet, and quickly dodged the kunai that followed it - and then yelled at Winter Night in a tone that seemed to be venting his anger:

"Y-you guy, can you see me?!"

Completely invisible.

Faced with a space trembling with anger, confusion, and invisible, Winter Night stared at Modo with a raised eyebrow. No, to be precise, it was to feel his "sight".

- It's like being judged by someone, walking casually on the street, and being filled with disgusted gaze.

In the past five years, the reality that has been ignored by the winter night is that wherever you are in the light, there are always so many malicious eyes staring at you, constantly refining the feeling of the winter night to an extremely sharp degree.

At this moment, too, the extreme "gaze" with hostility, murderous intent, malice, anger, hatred, and even a certain line of sight above the woods looking at oneself, all felt by the winter night at this moment.

You can see the enemy's line of sight, you can see the enemy's position, you can see the enemy's direction.

It doesn't matter if he's a fog shinobi or anything, the truth is just that Winter Night figured out the source of his sight and beautifully grasped the location of Ito.

Monster! For the first time, Ito recognizes a reality that he has overlooked, the guy in front of him is never a genius, but a simple monster, a guy who makes him feel pain and threat!

Kill him! Can't drag it out!

"Die!" Before he could speak, his body stiffened, and suddenly began to rush like a raging mist, and a figure appeared in front of him for a moment.

The moment you look up! The moment when I met those crimson eyes! He drew his short knife and headed for the winter night's face door as fast as he could.

Whew!

Blood splatters!

From the chest to the abdomen, a deep wound appeared, appearing on Ito's body, who had not yet reacted!

"Damn it's you!" Those eyes conveyed the wordless words, and the hateful face made Ito not forget until the end, but the result was already doomed at this moment!

The fog began to dissipate, and with the whiteness of the whole world disappeared, a scarlet that bloomed in the midst of despair!

Blood is constantly gushing out from the wound, and such an injury, no matter how good the physique is, it will not take long for it to die neatly.

Although the final result is that he wins, but again, does he still have to meet death?

Feeling the fading strength, and the weakness of the maggots sticking to the limbs, it seems that you can clearly feel the despair of the cells in the body, and the passage of the breath of life.

What kind of expression would have appeared on the face of the winter night? It is precisely because there is no expression that I expect a change! But betraying everyone's thoughts, his calm face, greeting, closing his eyes, welcoming the arrival of death!

"Win!" The indifferent tone began to tremble.

"I don't want to die, I can't die, I can't die..." Patience may be reaching its limit.

The breath of death is getting closer and closer, as if it is pressing against the air around it, making it more and more difficult to breathe.

The crazy will to survive still occupies all the space in the head.

"Can't die, can't die, can't die...!"

The feeling of dizziness hit in waves, and the collapsed body did not fall to the ground, but became relaxed with a certain soft backrest.

Can you still live?

I never like to leave such issues to someone else's decision.

The turquoise light, the overflowing chakra filled with the breath of life, and the final struggle began with time.

Touching a delicate palm unguardedly on the back, even if you want to fight, but for yourself who has lost its fangs and claws, and has completely become a powerless loser, can you really do it?