Night.

Dark clouds were lower, muffled thunder sounded from time to time, and a night rain was coming.

Half-sitting on the bed, Takumi, who closed his eyes and recuperated, was dressed in a ninja suit, and the kunai and shuriken that Tuo Jing got in his hands were already hanging on his clothes, and he could take them at hand.

Eight shrunken to the smallest baby balls hung on the belt in a row, quite a burst of rich looks.

In a flash, Takumi immediately opened his eyes, originally still indoors at night, at this time Takumi had come to the outdoors during the day, the sense of change in time and space made Takumi a little uncomfortable for a few seconds, but he quickly reacted and carefully observed the surrounding environment.

The translucent shroud shrouded Takumi's environment of about three meters around, and the scene outside the shroud seemed to be a pause button pressed on the video, whether it was a bird flying in the air or a person wearing a ninja costume around him, they were all motionless.

It's an airship, an airship that flies in the air.

Withdrawing his gaze, Takumi examined the situation inside the mask.

A scroll fell in front of his feet, with a 'twelve' written in capital above the scroll, and he looked around and saw nothing else.

Bending down to pick up the scroll, there was a rustling sound on the wooden board hidden by the scroll, and knife-like words appeared on the wooden board from nothing.

"You are a ninja of the Light Red Gym, your powerful and ruthless teacher can't resist the power of time after all, he is old, his life has come to an end."

"He's old, he needs a suitable successor to inherit the Daoguan, and he has only one standard."

"The strongest!"

"For this reason, he has prepared a trial, a trial in which only one person can survive in the end!"

"As one of the only one hundred disciples in the Light Red Dao Pavilion, number 7027, you are naturally one of the trialists......"

After carefully reading every word on the board, Takumi stood up with a strange face, watching the words engraved on the board be erased by the invisible eraser and gradually return to their original appearance.

"Is it just because I became a disciple of the Light Red Dao Pavilion that I have this mission?"

Tuohai's muttering naturally no one would give him an accurate answer, shook his head, brushed the baby ball tattoo on the back of his right hand with his left hand, and the light blue light screen immediately appeared in front of Tuohai's eyes.

His eyes swept over the light screen, and sure enough, new information had appeared in the [Mission] option.

"Main quest: Good luck, eat chicken tonight!"

"Mission Details: Kill any 2 Trial Ninjas and survive until the total number of Trial Ninjas is reduced to 5."

"Mission duration: 7 days."

"Mission Failure: No Punishment."

"Difficulty: D."

His gaze lingered on the failed task for a few more seconds, and Takumi dismissed it.

Not to mention that there will be no rewards and points credited to the account if the mission fails, Takumi only needs to recall the urine before the 'system', and he knows that if he treats the task negatively, something bad will definitely happen.

Having this 'system' for so long, Tuohai also thought about the core idea of 'system'.

Want to get something for nothing?

Inexistent!

Don't think of yourself as the protagonist, and don't treat me as a nanny for the 'big system', I'll give you a reward for completing the task, and if you can't complete the task, you'll die, it's that simple!

A waste who can't even play tasks, how can I fund you to grow?

Fortunately, Takumi has never been the protagonist of those glass hearts, and he has never regarded himself as the protagonist.

From another point of view, as an employee, as the boss of the system, but the business as an employee cannot meet the standard, why should the boss hire you as an unqualified employee?

Takumi smiled indifferently and reached out to touch the baby ball on his waist, and then the smile on Takumi's face froze instantly.

Searching all over his body, Takumi found that not only was there no baby ball on his body, but even the kunai and shuriken that Kyoichi had helped to get were gone, and even the poison and antidote he had hidden inside the ninja suit were all gone.

Shrugging his shoulders, Takumi, who finally realized that he didn't have a strap on his shoulder, could only accept the fact that his space backpack was gone, and winked at the only scroll he had so far.

The scroll was spread out, and Takumi realized that the scroll was originally a map, and the seven circles drawn with red pen advanced from the edge of the map all the way to the center, connecting them into a straight line.

What surprised Takumi the most was that when he touched the red circle with his finger, the content on the map would become a picture of a specific environment, and there was still a red circle at a certain point in the picture, but there was no reaction when he clicked it again.

"Is this a supply point?"

Takumi, who had a guess in his heart, suddenly became interested, and tied the scroll made of high-tech or mysterious power around his waist, and Takumi's ears moved slightly.

He heard the voice......

……

The airship landed in an open place in the mountains, and the ninjas on the airship all stepped off the airship without saying a word, and looked at an elderly ninja in the clearing with their eyes flickering.

"This trial lasts for seven days, and after seven days, if you fail to decide the strongest, then I will kill you all."

"Each person has a scroll, and the places marked on the scrolls store your own Pokémon, weapons, food, water, and medicine."

"Every day that passes, my Pokémon will advance from the edge of the map to the inside of the map by one-seventh of the range, and if you dare not continue to advance deeper, you can just make food for my Pokémon!"

"There are still thirty seconds left, and after thirty seconds, the owners of scrolls one to five are the first to set off. After that, every minute, the next five reel owners begin to move. ”

After the old ninja finished talking about the trial rules with a blank face, he quietly walked to the side with his pocket watch.

While still walking, the cold voice of the old ninja had already sounded.

"One-five, let's go!"

Five men in ninja costumes rushed quickly towards the dense forest ahead, and everyone understood that the person who went to the forest first naturally had an advantage.

Whether you want to find your own supply point first, get your own Pokémon and other items, or preemptively set traps and kill other people, there will be certain advantages.

"So, in order to ensure the relative fairness of the trial, the first to enter are all ninjas with relatively low strength?"

Takumi quickly thought of this in his mind, and then looked at the number twelve on his scroll, Takumi touched his nose.

"I didn't expect that there are eleven salted fish that are not as strong as me......"

"Five-tenth, let's go!"

The old man's cold voice sounded again, and Takumi also began to walk towards the front of the crowd, if he could buy a second, then buy an extra second.

It's just that when passing by a young ninja, Takumi's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he quickly glanced at the capitalized number 'ninety-two' on the young ninja's scroll, and Takumi kept squeezing towards the front of the crowd.

"I'll go, although he looks younger, but the ninety-two he meows is Ah Ju, I've known the teacher for almost a month, I won't admit my mistake!"

"Could it be that this is how Ah Ju became the owner of the Light Red Dao Pavilion? Of a hundred fellow brothers, he was the only one who survived in the end?! ”

Moreover, Tuohai thought of an even more terrifying thing, that is, Ah Ju can only be ranked ninety-two, doesn't that mean that there are eight more powerful characters than him?

While Takumi was thinking quickly, the cold voice of the old ninja sounded again.

"Eleventh to fifteenth, let's go!"

Takumi, whose body rushed towards the forest like a sharp arrow, had only one idea in his head at this time, to get supplies, slaughter two salted fish, and then become a 'Voldemort' with ideals and pursuits......

Two kills and eat chicken, so I ask you if you are afraid?!

……

Takumi, who rushed into the forest, subconsciously rolled forward, and entered the dim forest from the well-lit clearing as expected, and the sneak attack launched by taking advantage of the distraction that normal people would have did not happen, but made Takumi's actions in vain.

"Yes, they don't have shuriken or anything like that, so they gave up this good chance to sneak up......"

"There is also a possibility that those salted fish that are more than me didn't even think about sneak attack......"

The thought flashed through his head, and Takumi quickly approached the location of the first red circle on the map.

Ten minutes later, Takumi seemed to think of something, and abandoned the idea of rushing straight to the red circle, instead running towards the river that was currently closest to him on the map.

"Since that old ninja came up with such a trial, then a ruthless and ruthless guy like him would never let the first six days of the trial become a search for supplies, only occasional encounters, and then a big scuffle of seventy or eighty people on the seventh day."

"He's bound to make the killing go from day one to last, and the only way to do that silently is to have the ninjas of the trials come into encounter."

"And if you want the ninjas to have an encounter in such a large mountain forest, it means that the path of the trial ninjas must converge."

"Is there anything more efficient than setting up a few ninja supply points a short distance away?"

Takumi, who had seen through the old ninja's intentions, now wanted to thank the old Yin Bi who had killed him many times in a certain game in his previous life.

"Without the whipping of your love, how could I be the same as an old yin ...... now?"

After a few cheap laughs, Takumi pounced directly on the beach of the river in the forest, picking up some pebbles that were hard in texture, suitable in size, and felt good.

Now that he is poor and white, he only has the simplest and most direct attack skill left.

Picking up a dozen goose warm stones, Takumi stuffed half of each of the two pockets against the map on the previous scroll again, and quietly groped around towards a supply point on the outermost part of the map.

He wants to get a good start while the other ninjas haven't thought that the supply point is dangerous here, you know, there are more than 98 people who can kill people...... I mean Pokémon, and fists and stones......