Chapter 166: The Long Night
Tonight's moonlight is not full moon, generally speaking, it is not bright, but in certain circumstances, such as the lake in front of you, this is not the case.
And or the long smoke is empty, the moon is thousands of miles, the floating light is golden, and the still shadow sinks! The so-called moonlit night in the lake is nothing more than that.
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The reason why there is night in the world is to leave it for those who have wounds, to give them a black that they can lick their wounds alone, and it is not easy to find.
The night was dark, and when you were injured, no matter how severe it was, you obviously wanted to have a good rest.
Soak in a hot bath and get a good night's sleep.
But.
Things are often not so wishy-washy.
"Are all the assassination techniques in Iwa Ninja Village like this?"
The cold stars nodded, leaned forward, nodded slightly, and dodged the accurate blow that the other party didn't seem to have killing intent.
"How?"
In his tone, he seemed to be quite interested in the rhetoric of the winter night, and he was not in a hurry to stride in, in the dark night, between the lakes, the figure that was reflected, smiling, indifferent smile.
"It's pretty good, the killing intent is restrained, the breath is weak, if I could pay more attention to hiding myself, I might have died just now."
"Really? You're alive! ”
"They're dead, I'm still alive."
"Yes, they're dead, you're still alive."
The same passage that transforms the same meaning of the pronoun is obviously pregnant with different meanings between the two, one is dull and boring, the other is hatred and remorse, the emotions, positions, and identities of the two, at this moment, everything is opposite.
"You're not dead yet?"
"Not yet."
"I thought I could kill you, but it turned out to be a little slower?"
"You won't survive, though."
Shui Hua, who was around his wrist, clenched to his chest with the swing of his arm, and Winter Night said that he was ready for battle.
"I did die, you know it."
"Well, there is a smell of blood all over my body, and don't look at my young age, I'm barely a medical ninja."
"Really? Why do you say this all of a sudden? Are you trying to say you can cure me? ”
"Heal you? No kidding, even if I can do it, why would I do it? By the way, you want to kill me too, right? ”
A winter night that disrupts the rhythm of the conversation by answering questions with questions is really a guy who is hard to like.
So.
As if he was dealing with the willfulness of a child, he answered well.
"That's right, I want to kill you right away."
"That's the answer."
"What?"
"Didn't I give it to you? The answer is to give you a reason to kill me. ”
"I don't really understand what you're saying."
He, Yota Fujimura, while telling his urgent killing intent, continued to advance the small talk, obviously there was no time to waste.
"Killing someone or something, it's not a simple thing, oh, if you don't have a clear reason for killing someone, it feels like it's going to be difficult to start, so I'll give you a reason between the moves."
"Reason? Hey, hey, make no mistake! Who do you think I am? Brat. ”
"I can kill a guy like you without mercy, we're not the kind of people who become friends after a few words."
In a state of emotion, his killing intent also woke up from the state that had been suppressed.
"You're not going to think I'm a stupid imp, are you?"
"Killing for my own life, that's my reason, and whenever it is, it's just that. In my opinion, there is no such thing as unjustified murderous intent. ”
"Even if you want to kill me, you just think."
Boom!
The rapid speech was interrupted, and the sudden rush of Winter Night, which looked more than half as large as the thirteen-year-old Winter Night, threw a blow with a weight commensurate with it.
"Kill me, it's good for Iwa Ninja Village!"
"Killing a genius boy in Konoha is necessary for Iwa Ninja Village, one, two, kill all threats!"
"That's why! From the beginning, you didn't have any killing intent for no reason. ”
"Your killing intent can be generously announced, you are for the benefit of the village!"
The speed of speech became faster and faster, and the tone became more and more high, but the expression of the face was more and more inclined to a situation of smiling rather than smiling.
But.
That kind of [laughs].
It's ridicule.
Boom Boom Boom ······!
There was no dodging, no retreat, the flickering sparks between the swords and sword shadows, the echoing sound of the scattered collision, everything was the winter night and the guy in front of him, persevering wave after wave of frontal collision.
Frontal Charge?
And a shinobi?
A reality that is unimaginable to ordinary people is already the second time for a winter night!
And this time, again, there is no ease in the slightest!
Compared to the Ito in his head.
The guy in front of you.
Yota Fujimura.
The huge body is fully revealed.
All that is possessed is power.
It's different from Ito.
Maybe no matter the speed of the shot, the speed of the reaction, he can't compare, it's too slow.
But what makes up for it is every blow that is mixed with the kunai, and the weight of the heavy weight that sinks like a boulder falls!
The numbness of the wrist, the concussion of the palm, the pressure of the tiger's mouth.
From large to small, the overwhelming force exerted.
Even if the body has been trained for a long time, the reality that cannot be denied is still the age of winter nights.
The two of them, one large and one small, seem to be easy to judge from the appearance of the vision.
The only thing to be thankful for may be that the battlefield in front of us is not the land, but the lake.
He can't be regarded as a rock shinobi rooted in the earth in any way.
Therefore.
Inadequate!
Not enough!
If you want to stop me from going on, that's not enough!
"Considering the interests of the village, the first principle is collective, yes, yes, you are such a person!"
"Again."
"I [should] think so?"
The follow-up words were swallowed into the belly by the pressure that increased again, and this time, finally!
Backed away.
The position that had been held back retreated, and every time the center of gravity shifted back, the balance that could only be barely maintained by the retreat of the footsteps, and then such a retreat became a change of normality, one step, two steps, and continued.
bent.
I have always believed that the straight back emits a hissing sound from all bones that the eardrum can receive, can be heard clearly, and boundaries!
That's the boundary! It is such a statement.
Then, instead of being dominated by the mental state, it insists on the idea of physiological instinct, which actively bends, and the curved spine reduces its strength again and again, so as to maintain safety over and over again.
"No, that's not right!"
The leaking breath reluctantly made a no.
At this moment.
Most of the breath provides enough power for a winter night to be used for boring [nonsense], hands and feet, no, body, this feeling is like watering? No, more specifically, it is the same every time a new weight is added, in short, it will be extraordinarily heavy for the first time.
So.
Able to get used to it.
No, it's going to get used to it.
Isn't it a fact that every time you increase your weight, you are used to it?
No matter how much weight you have, you will get used to it one day, haven't you always come this way?
So, it's the same this time.
You'll get used to it.
Troublesome, forceful demands, unreasonable agreements, and then let the body agree.
Agreed to start the evolution called [Limit], metamorphosis.
"In my opinion, the interests of the village, or the interests of the collective, these are not your reasons at all!"
Madness!
For example, a person who has been in deep water for a long time and suddenly seizes the opportunity to emerge from the water, after a long period of breathing obstruction, gets the freedom to be able to take a big mouth again, and then, in the first sentence of his mouth, the only emotion conveyed should be the irrational madness of a madman.