Hisashi looked into the distance, and the picture of the harvest shook his heart. Looking at the white figure that slashed through life like lightning, he finally gritted his teeth and didn't reveal anything, and then sternly shouted to the team behind him: "Go."

The crowd frowned and followed the sunset towards the place of wailing. Hinata opened his eyes and looked at the picture that was coming to an end in the distance, and it seemed that he had been moving slowly while controlling the pace of progress. Finally, when I saw the widening white stream flowing at my feet, I reached my destination.

One person's blood can merge into a pit, and ten people's blood can already flow into a stream. After escaping, all the robbers were killed by a shuriken-like throat-slitting blow, as if to allow them to see the maximum amount of bleeding.

The pain will only end in the moment of wailing, and although such a scene looks colorful, it is not long for the deceased. Everyone smelled the stronger and stronger smell of blood, and several people had already retched again. It seems that all the vomit has been vomited, and they are terrified when the desired result is finally achieved.

Hinata still maintains a state of white eyes, even if he already knows everything, he endures the strong churning in his stomach. I knew what it was, but I forced myself to believe that it was just the white in front of me.

This way, under the gaze of the white eyes. The dozen or so remaining bandits fled in the direction of the road from which the fifth squad had come, and at last they were separated from the guide who led the way, and the blood of the deliberate killing was caused by a slit-throat manner. At this time, there were still three strongest bandits lurking in the woods by the roadside.

Just because at that time, when the white eyes could see but could not hear, the gradually cracked mouth of the disappearing white Grim Reaper seemed to leave a "word" for the three thugs.

What is it? At this time, the daily difference seems to have been guessed.

At this moment, the rope tree with soft hands and soft feet and Mai Koto was defenseless. The three outlaws, who had been in ambush for a long time, instantly rushed from behind the hidden tree and killed the three of them. On the way to charge, the three bandits who had been preparing for a long time had already thrown a bag of messy things.

"Bang~~~" The large bags of dust and sand were wrapped in rags cut from the corpses, and they scattered in an instant. This familiar move made Hinata who had been on guard for a long time simply cover his eyes with his left hand.

Killed bandits, happy smiles. He thought he had picked a ninja who was easy to deal with, and he finally had hope of survival. But I don't know that even if the white eyes are completely blindfolded, I can still see through the past and see all the movements.

"Bang" shattered the heart of the bandit who stabbed him with a dagger in front of him for the second time, and the other party's eyes were bloodshot and stared at Hiza. Even to death, I don't understand why a blindfolded ninja can still see his own attack clearly. And Riza's palm seems to have been extremely skillful, and after using too much force, the other party's seven orifices are full of terrifying faces.

On the other hand, the rope tree has been accustomed to such things as raising sand since he was a child. At that moment, he lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, looking at the hideous-looking enemy who had slain him. But because of the soft body of vomiting, he could only retreat and dodge, and finally he was unlucky enough to trip over the leg of the dead corpse under his feet and fell in a pool of blood. It was rare to raise his left hand to block, but his right hand seemed to be stuck in the slimy blood plasma, and his hands and feet were cold. The corpse was crushed under him.

Mai Trin, the only well-behaved and demure person in the team, has never been attacked by overwhelming dust. At that moment, it seemed that he was voluntarily fascinated, and his eyes were closed. At this moment, the retreating figure was so stupid that it seemed to have forgotten to dodge.

Chop off the knife and wait for the end. The bandit who had killed her seemed to have a "raw" smile.

Bang, bang!

The sound of breaking wind, followed by the sound of flesh piercing. It didn't come from the figure in the white eyes that had raised its hand but was still lurking in the shadows. But!

The spinning "pencil" pierced the throat of the bandit who was about to slash with the knife, dragging the unbalanced body and falling down violently. Then it flew into the forest, where it could no longer be found.

The pencil, I vaguely remember the one that Hinata plucked from the tree in the playground. The wooden pencil has been shiny all these years, but it has been kept in the ninja bag of the day difference. It seemed to be going to be used to record something, but it never worked!

Eventually, a round hole flew out like a bullet that had pierced through the glass of the Patriarchal Studies. It was only a hole when it went in, but when it came out, it had been pulled out of a large pit by the rotating torsion, and blood splattered.

The scorching and high-pressure blood that was too frightened and then too crazy sprayed hot at close range.

The blood with the residual warmth seemed to have a lot of power, rushing towards Mikoto Uchiha with her eyes closed, pushing her down. He fell into the blood that had not yet dried up, and did not dare to move.

She felt it, but she didn't dare to open it. The smell of blood in her accelerated breathing would have made her know what was going on, but she really couldn't open her eyes and didn't want to open them. Tears came from the corners of his eyes, bringing out the dust that had lost his eyes. The kind girl of the Uchiha clan, but she didn't want to see her again, so she just sat down on the ground. However, at this time, the hands, body and face are all there!

On the other side, the rope tree raised his blocked left hand to prevent the attack of the bandit's dagger, but it was poked through by the sharp weapon.

"Rope Tree~!!" Hiza shouted loudly, and then threw the dagger on the ground that had attacked his bandit on the right hand side of the rope tree—and finally did not throw it at the robber's neck.

The panicked robber looked at the sharp weapon stuck in the ground and raised his leg to kick him away, but he was still caught by the other party first.

"Phew!!" He pulled out the dagger that pierced the right hand of the rope tree, and the two of them at this time also had sharp weapons in their hands, was there still a choice?

The ninja who could no longer resist the determination was finally stabbed in the chest by the decisive rope tree, and fell down with the inertia of the object.

"Bang" lost his strength and fell towards the rope tree, which was also like a detachment, but the blood that was still flowing and smashed down with the knife that stabbed him.

"Rope tree?" Looking at the dagger that was pierced together, Hisashi regretted for a while that he should have thrown the dagger directly at the bandit's neck. It wasn't until the corpse was slowly squeezed away that the Thousand Hands Rope Tree finally crawled out of the crack in the corpse with difficulty. With the wobble necklace of life around his neck, he smiled wryly at Hiza, and then wailed and pressed his left hand that was propped up on the ground and spurted blood.

......

"It's okay," Hinata thought with a pale face. Then he walked to the other side and tried to pick up Maikoto, who was still sitting on her back in a pool of blood. She didn't seem to dare to move again, the blood sticking to her body kept her stiff as she sat there. When the hand of the difference touched the girl's emaciated shoulder, she slammed her right hand in a pool of blood and hit it the arm of the person who was squatting down.

"It's me!".

She quickly withdrew her hand, and she didn't feel open her eyes from beginning to end.

Hisashi finally slowly lifted Mikoto who was lying in a pool of blood, but the girl who stood up trembled more and more. The Uchiha clan's red and black uniforms were stained with dry blood, and they became more and more black.

Hiza wiped the blood from Mikoto's fair face with his sleeve, and the face mixed with tears was easily wiped clean. Then he picked up the other party's hand that was holding on to his clothes and wiped it up. It wasn't until he finally wiped it clean that he gently comforted him and said, "Okay, wipe it clean." It's time to open your eyes."

The girl tried a few times, as if glued together. When the eyes that I thought were beautiful for the first time finally opened, I couldn't stop crying.

Uchiha Mikoto looked at Hinata aggrievedly and sobbed softly, her blinking eyes flowing down with something that fascinated her eyes.

The eyes are not clean because there is no tear washing. The eyes of the Uchiha clan seem to be able to shed something other than blood!

Hiza looked at the tearful eyes, not knowing if it was because he was afraid, maybe he was blaming himself - how could the Uchiha's people be so cowardly? How can I be in front of outsiders...

Looking at Mikoto who suddenly lowered her head and didn't want to let herself see her weak side, Hinata at this time really wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her, even if he hugged her at this time, there would be no resistance, but in the end he thought of her being called "Uchiha Mikoto".

In the face of the kinder and more beautiful eyes that were soaked in tears, Hiza gently supported her back and helped Maikoto to sit down by a clean tree. Gently brushed her hair that was suddenly haggard and covered as a comfort, and finally failed to make any bad moves.

It's not that I don't dare, but I can't, I can't, I can't do it, I can't do

I am reluctant to break her pure fragility today, and I am reluctant to hurt the bottom of my heart today, which I suddenly like a little bit of...

Uncle Funny, who is in his thirties in his life, finally experienced the cruelty and blood of ninjas today. Abandoned the mercy and kindness that he maintained in his heart, and fell in love with this girl who could still maintain her purity in her heart. That's the purity that I once wanted to keep, but I was slowly cut clean by myself little by little, and there may be nothing left in the future.

Hinata suddenly found that when he was with this little girl, the things he had lost seemed to be able to exist around her. You can always restore a rare tranquility when you are irritable. Even the blood that had boiled again with anger became gentle, and it seemed as quiet as the brook on the ground.

I don't know when, Mentor Hachiki Sakushigeru has already walked out of the nearby forest and began to treat the wounds of the injured rope tree.

"Take a break, I'll go over there and have a look" Hinata looked at the girl for a long time, and after seeing that Mikoto's mood had stabilized, Hinata comforted her and prepared to get up and leave. Finally, he slowly turned around and walked towards the mentor Qimu Shuo Shigeru, who was bandaging the wound of the rope tree, ready to leave a little personal space for the little girl.

“~~？”

Just walked away? Keeping his head down but feeling the breeze brought by the movement of the sunset, Uchiha Mikoto raised his forehead slightly. The eyes covered with tears only saw the shadow of the sunset's departure.

The gray clothes were still clean even after several battles, but the sleeves that were swinging back and forth farther and farther away from him were still bloody and soaked.

Mai Sakato lowered her head and sat down and curled up tightly. Bracing his legs and burying his upper body in his chest, the thin figure shrunk his shoulders from time to time. It seems, it's a little cold!

I didn't take two steps, and the white eye finally lifted automatically because I used it too much.

Looking at the things in front of him that were pale and blurry, blurry and clear, and clearly glowing red, yellow, white and black, Hinata suddenly stopped in place for a long time. But in the end, he just swallowed his throat and continued to walk forward.

Nothing, it seems that I really got used to it.