Lurk!

Exhale a little and don't let anyone find out.

Relax the joints of the whole body and sink consciousness into the depths.

Erased - this existence itself.

Invisible?

For myself, it is also the feeling of doing something beyond my imagination.

Thoughts and emotions are all far away and fade away.

Still, I'm here, here?

What the hell is here and there?

Never mind.

There is no point in it.

Leaving aside the question of whether there are really ghosts in the world, if you become a ghost, you may feel like this.

It's not that you don't make a sound when you walk, but that you don't make a sound even when you walk.

It feels like you're in the real world, but you're the only one who exists in a slightly detached state.

Are you breathing?

is breathing.

It's unusually slow, though.

The heart is beating.

Very slowly, though.

A sense of disobedience, a feeling of unreality about reality, [personally] participating in the guidance of only such feelings, and then getting a similar logic of thinking, similar results, and then the relative correctness is confirmed.

What appears is that there are ninjas with malice, and this malice, which more accurately represents the position of the opposing ninja is hostile, especially in this situation in two different camps, so the gain is to fight.

The battle broke out, and the huge gap in numbers and the comparison of qualities that were not much different made it easy for the onlookers to identify the winners and losers of the war, and by the way, the [bystanders] who did not belong to this battle had the foresight to leave the same way, at least not to look for them personally, and they would not find out their situation in a short time.

The ninjutsu control and attack that are smoothly connected, compared to the defense and counterattack that can only be parried down, exhausted with all their might? Maybe not, but the girl is flowing, and the blood that falls from her shoulder will be a sign that the battle will not last.

What to do? What can be done? I lost my thinking, in order not to let my breath recover, calmed down, and then looked for the best opportunity, knowing that this was my own task, not a task that could be easily completed by saying [hard work].

The greatest value of the assassin, as if reviewing memories and mixing with self-understanding, can only come from the fact that he can kill the target with certainty, and the most dangerous situation is also to force himself to sacrifice himself with the main purpose of killing the target.

So, the target can only be a person, the exact guy who can and needs to be killed, so who is he? Asking a vague question from a group of people with no definite answer at all.

Therefore, in the present moment, when there is no predestined goal, I am still confused, and the reason for the redundancy may be similar, similar to at least not wanting to fall into a dangerous and meaningless situation repeatedly for the sake of others, so that I lose my own life.

After all, I have the act of being an assassin, but I don't have the corresponding awareness, and I won't do it if I die, sacrifice or something, and it's impossible to try.

Therefore.

Such a self is unqualified.

The process of cranky thinking, and then, strangely, it is determined that the judgment is made out of a state that is not subjectively regulated, that is, passive, and forced.

However, it would also be the best realistic attack.

Me, Liuchuan Winter Night? Try to blend your existence into the gloom of the cliff.

It's like a nerve sticking out of the body, extending and spreading around.

Ground.

Weed.

Bark.

Wind.

Be able to feel everything clearly.

The girl's eyes flashed with inexplicable sadness, giving people a very strange feeling, at least for myself, she would show such a look, I was surprised, so, showing such emotions, how did she look at me? Start being curious.

Lover? No!

Friend? No!

Senior? Seems to be the most appropriate answer.

However.

I still don't know.

The expression of the teenager is very dramatic, compared to a single pure emotion, such as happiness or sadness? Disdain or pity? What cannot be wrapped in a single is really just a combination of entanglements and contradictions.

He doesn't feel like he's treated.

Rival?

Friend?

Predecessor?

He showed an incomprehensible calm! Guilty! Depressed! Surprised!

It's so strange that I can see strange emotions, my state is really deceiving, at least I'm deceiving myself, complaining like this, and then acting.

Let's go?

That's right!

Obviously I saw the guy behind me who was crazy about killing himself, and I was already stuck in the quagmire and couldn't move, and I was obviously determined to be dead or seriously injured.

But!

But that's how it is, at such a time, to say something to act, it's like a lie.

So.

It's a lie!

This may be the first time I have experienced this type of embedding. Exclusive to a real assassin? It seems to be constructed out of thin air in the mind, and the spatial distance can be clearly recorded without the senses of the eyes, ears, or nose.

And then!

Choose!

Suitable.

~~~~~~

Peng!

In the worried gaze of Mitarai and Hinata Yuki, [Rukawa Winter Night] turned into a cloud of white smoke and disappeared.

Then, within a meter of the smoke, what suddenly appeared was a tiny dot, which was a familiar and reassuring aqua blue streamer!

Back stab!

The simplest of the Assassins, at the moment, seemed like the most perfect blow.

The short knife that proves [identity] on the winter night of Rukawa, which means water and wood years, stabbed into the man's back. Compared to his muscular body, the ninja costume was not particularly swollen, and the man was not wearing thick armor.

The blade of the bloom has the characteristics of kunai, which is both strong and narrow, and with the sharpness that is known for winter nights, it can easily pierce between the ribs.

However, if you insert it diagonally from the bottom to the top of the ribs, it will hit the internal organs, so if you imagine it, the attack is relatively simple.

The target is the left and right kidneys, and even further attacks on the liver. Injuries to any organ can cause heavy bleeding and can be fatal, but injuries to the kidneys can be particularly painful.

So.

As planned.

Easily punctured the skin.

The blade that walks inward suffers from the struggle of the muscles, and the presence of the density of the flesh is called the density of the flesh, and the compactness of the high density will make the foreign objects feel the pressure of the sea from all directions.

Then, there is the bone, which will not be wrong, before touching the solid white [stone] of the human body first, it deviates from the direction from which it came, and the precise and tortuous movement line reaches the correct final place.

Under the attack of such a severe pain that no matter how patient it is, it will definitely cry out.

If you don't try to use up all the possibilities of the medical ninja, you will only die. And the sooner you get treatment, the better. It's all the same for humans, beasts, and monsters.

"Uh-huh......"

The man—however, he didn't scream, just a faint hoarse chok, then twisted his body, turned his face, and looked at Harshiro with black eyes. He raised his left eyebrow and exhaled his breath through the gap between his thin lips, revealing an expression of surprise and admiration in addition to the hideous expression of pain.

"Well done!" The man said.

Under the action of stirring to be completely completed, the hideous smile full of revenge disappeared, and all that was left in front of him was a humanoid sculpture, and with the destruction of the puncture completed in the same position, the sculpture of the earth collapsed fragily!