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Yasuo, who was kicked to the ground, resisted the sharp pain in his body, and he struggled to turn his face from the point to the person who kicked him.

"Who are you?"

This person was the one-eyed man, who didn't expect Yasuo to be so calm, not at all like an 11-year-old child. He came to Yasuo and crouched down, grabbing him by the hair and lifting him up.

"Little ghost, do you think it's great to get the first place? Tell you, I don't know how many geniuses like you have killed! With that, he began to beat Yasuo.

Soon, blood stained Yasuo's clothes red. The one-eyed man saw Yasuo looking at him calmly, as if the pain in his body did not exist, and gradually this calm became more and more cold.

"Humph! I'm cleaning you up for a while! The one-eyed man got tired, wiped the blood from his hands and left the cave.

The silence of the icy cave was terrible except for Yasuo's heavy gasps, and Yasuo lost his sense of time in the darkness. He doesn't know how long, how many hours have passed? Or a few days? The chakra could not be sensed in his body, and it seemed that he was imprisoned by the sealing technique.

"They didn't kill me, they seem to want to get some kind of news from me, and it's the key to my escape!" Knowing that his life was in danger, Yasuo closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep.

"Click!" The heavy stone door was pushed open, and the one-eyed man walked in again, but instead of beating Yasuo, he carried him outside.

Because of the long time in the dark, Yasuo's eyes could not adapt to the bright light of the outside world, and squinted his eyes to wait for his eyes to adjust themselves. Soon, the scene outside came into view.

In fact, this is still a cave, but it is very spacious, and there are many oil lamps on the cave wall to illuminate the cave. Yasuo thought that this should be a cave made by ninjas who were very proficient in earth escape in the mountains or underground, and their power was not small, and they even openly launched an attack in Konoha Village, presumably someone inside to cover for it.

"My lord, that little ghost has brought!" The one-eyed man saluted respectfully to a scrawny old man, then dragged Yasuo to the old man.

The old man glanced at Yasuo, his eyes revealing frenzy and excitement. Taking out a small knife, the old man made a cut on Yasuo's arm, stared at the blood on the knife tremblingly, and said, "It's been 52 years, and I finally made me wait!" The Storm family wants to dominate the world and unify the ninja world! ”

With that, he took out Yasuo's saber from behind him and wiped it as gently as he did with his lover.

"You know what? You're the only person who has been able to use this knife in the hundreds of years since the Tempest family was founded, and now it's going to be my tool! ”

Yasuo was a little puzzled, he didn't ask stupidly, seeing that this old man had been holding back for so many years, he would definitely vomit.

Sure enough, the old man fell into the memory.

"The knife was there before I was born. I heard from the elders that not long after the establishment of the Hurricane family, suddenly one day this knife fell from the sky into the ancestral hall of the family, but after so many years, no one could pull out this knife. Legend has it that whoever can pull out this sword will gain the power to destroy the world. ”

The old man coughed a few times and continued: "However, the Wind Clan's voice changed dramatically decades ago, and it was the Thousand Hands and the Uchiha who caused the family to split into two parts. Some of them followed that stupid pig daimyo, and ended up with only you being a ghost now. If I hadn't led the rest underground (the Dark Order), the Blast would have been wiped out. ”

After saying the words that he had held back for most of his life, the old man returned to his former calm.

"Okay, how can I say that you are also my descendant, the Wind family still needs you to pass on the ancestry, but in the future, you will be an ordinary person honestly."

With a wave of his hand, the one-eyed man nodded, destroying Yasuo's limbs in an instant. The pain was so intense that Yasuo broke out in a cold sweat that he gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying out.

"I still have important business to do, and now is not the time to die! Yes!!! ”

The old man saw that Yasuo had been hit so hard and did not give in, and a wave of killing intent surged into his heart.

"Forget it, I'm not going to keep you. But before you die, I'll show you that this knife isn't for a kid like you! ”

Dripping Yasuo's blood onto the knife, the old man placed the knife flat on his hands and began to speak strange language in his mouth.

"Glory...... Return...... In...... Valoran! Glory to Valoran! The old man said what he thought was a spell, an old voice in the shadows as the knife fell to the Wind Family.

"It's the language of my hometown!" Yasuo watched in shock as the old man kept repeating the oath he had made with his comrades, and his knife gradually began to vibrate, and it didn't take long for a stream of air to wrap around the old man and spin.

"It worked! Glory to Valoran! Glory ......" The old man continued to shout strange spells excitedly, and his long-standing wish was about to come true.

Just when Yasuo was shocked, he suddenly entered another plane and plane, where he saw a figure that made him unable to calm down!

"Master! Are you still alive? ”