The successive explosions were fleeting, and the storm that burst out from the sharp squeezing of the air mercilessly shattered the chaotic black smoke and red fire, and in the sunlight, the fire carried the heat with the wind to the wind, from one point to another, and finally spread to all sides, not only dazzling, but also containing the scorching heat of molten gold and silver.

The dark-skinned boy narrowed his eyes and stared at the flames in the distance.

The fire burned everything. Both enemies and prey have been wiped out under his carefully designed traps.

But his mood was so uneasy.

As if in response to the damn Murphy's Law, a cold metallic texture from nowhere instantly covered his uneasy and anxious thoughts, and a deep chill welled up in his heart, and the cold touch flashed across his neck.

The dark-skinned boy's eyes widened sharply, and disbelief spread across his cheeks.

"Distracted?" A deep voice rang in his ears with a hint of disappointment.

However, the teenager was no longer able to answer.

The carotid artery is damaged, causing the osmotic pressure in the body to lose control, causing blood circulation to be chaotic, and a mouthful of blood comes out of the lips.

The young man's eyes widened more and more, but the expression in his eyes was silent, and he began to question himself in his heart: Have you lost your mind?

The boy's eyelids trembled, and his blurred vision suddenly entered an evil figure.

Is there a free lunch in the world? The boy recalled the words. It was a phrase that a man with long hair and a shawl with purple eyeshadow had said to his father.

At that time, he was only three years old, and on an equally sunny morning, he was hidden by his father in a secret hole in the tree house, and strictly ordered not to make a sound, so he did not make the slightest sound throughout the day, not because he was very obedient, but because he was so young that he was frightened and blinded.

The feeling of panic stretched to the bottom of his heart with the boundless darkness, and the child clearly heard the painful and desperate screams of the people above him.

He vaguely knew that once he spoke out, he would inevitably suffer more serious consequences than being spanked by his father. And what are the consequences of this?

What is the consequence for a three-year-old child to curl up like a mouse in a dark hole for the whole day?

His naïve mind couldn't think of any reason or what to do, and he didn't understand it until later.

It turned out that there were people who were killing people. And he, untouched, was only afraid.

Distracted?

How could he be distracted?

It's just that the white-haired man behind him, who had just been defined as his prey, was unexpectedly powerful.

No, should it be?

If not, so what?

The boy's jaw shook violently.

The consequences of ignorance were far less severe than those of cowardice, and the dust of memory was gently swept away by a sudden kunai, and he remembered a picture he dreamed of every day.

It was beyond the realm of a nightmare, and he feared the image, but he couldn't bear to wake up.

One morning twelve years ago, a child with a hungry stomach crawled out of a dark cavern, his eyes swallowed up by the darkness for twenty-four hours, and suddenly the morning sun shone painfully.

The sun was no longer as beautiful as it used to be, and the air was no longer filled with the fresh scent of leaves, but instead there was a strong smell of blood.

So one morning twelve years ago, the child opened his eyes.

At the moment he was mentioned, he lost all his loved ones.

Mom and Dad, older brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts......

The young man used his thin arms to push the bodies of the clansmen one by one in the sea of blood, and the pale skin of his relatives was full of cold coldness, like the cold and stiff metallic texture that crossed his neck a second ago, without any anger.

He called out the names of his family, good names and bad names, and he called them all over again, but no one responded.

"Why can't I wake them up!"

Bang!

The dark-skinned boy's originally gloomy eyes suddenly became agile and flexible, but they were full of boundless resentment and anger.

A surging chakra burst out from the dark-skinned boy's body, crashing into Mizuki beside him.

"Ahh

The dark-skinned boy burst out with bruised muscles, his muscles bulging out, and the huge chakra turned into substance, temporarily connecting the severed carotid artery.

The boy looked up to the sky and roared, the warm sunlight was as dazzling as it had been back then, and he roared, tears streaming down his face.

His jaw was still shaking.

The boy turned his head and said hoarsely, "I can't die yet." ”

Mizuki was pushed back to the grass by the strong chakra pressure, staggering to barely stand still, hearing what the dark-skinned boy said, he coughed a few times, the corners of his mouth flashed a little mockery, and said with a smile: "Why can I die, but you can't die?" ”

There is no answer.

About killing, about death, there has been no answer for thousands of years.

Because not only human beings will kill each other, but other creatures will also die, not only human beings will die, but other creatures will also die, whether it is driven by profit or forced by survival, no excuse or reason can hide the fact that life is born cruel.

"So it's better for you to die!" The young man roared, bullying himself and pressing up, murderous.

"Hahahaha-" There was a thunderclap in the flat ground, the surrounding weeds scattered, the grass blades floated in the air and flew out, shattering inch by inch in the blink of an eye, Mizuki opened his mouth and laughed wildly, a strange golden light appeared in his eyes, the muscles on his body burst out at the same time, and an equally powerful momentum spread out, he clenched his fists, bowed his waist, and rushed out.

"Come on, come on, kill hard!"

There was a muffled thud.

Mizuki collides with the dark-skinned boy's fist.

A wave visible to the naked eye rippled in the air.

Snapped, the young man howled fiercely, and his right arm was beaten upside down by Mizuki, Mizuki attacked continuously, regardless of the boy's screams, while the other party paused, the left arm that had been gathering momentum for a long time swung out his fist as much as he could, and slammed into the boy's abdomen.

The huge force pressed on the boy's stomach, brutally pushing the boy's body forward. Hearing a bang, the dark-skinned boy spurted out a mouthful of blood, arched himself like a shrimp and flew out upside down.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Just has a huge chakra, but I don't know how to apply it at all, who is the murderous look for? Ten percent of the chakra, nine percent of them were leaked out by you! Introverted, you know! Restrained! You've let me down so much! The speed and angle of the fist when it is thrown out is a mess! The stride standing on both feet is too large, and the strength of the waist is completely suppressed by you! Fluffy fists! What about the knowledge taught by your teacher, haven't you read a single word of the 180,000 words of "Basic Application of Physical Arts"? An idiot who doesn't know any fighting skills. Do you think that killing people is a child?! ”

Mizuki said extremely conceited words like crazy, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little arrogant and cruel, his eyes were round, condescending, and he couldn't be beaten.