"Still don't you say it?"

The white eyes were foggy, and the consciousness was already close to the lake.

The voice, full of strong menaceous tones, was isolated from the swollen eardrum, sounding far and near.

It took Shiro more time than usual to hear what the other person was saying, but the answer was no different from the previous times.

He took a deep breath through his wet, cold nose and said weakly, "I don't know ......"

Before he could finish a complete sentence, there was another rush above his head.

White's head was pressed into the pool in front of the banyan grove by the torturer, and his unfinished words were drowned out by the gurgling of water and a string of laughs of enjoyment.

This is about 2 km from the abandoned patrol station.

The waterhole is formed by a dozen small waterfalls descending from the mountain, and the banyan forest (there is only one) where Bai used to collect medicine is not far behind him, and is fed and nurtured by the small river that originates here.

It's a pity that a place with such beautiful scenery has become a sinister place of torture.

The white head was almost completely pressed into the water, and the bubbles rushed to the ears with the opening and closing of the mouth, and the brain was groggy as if it was about to enter another world.

His arms were twisted against his back like pliers by another torturer, and his wrists were deliberately raised to almost touch his shoulder blades. But this pain is nothing to Bai anymore, what really matters is the feeling of drowning.

The cold pool of water poured from his uncontrollable mouth and nose, burrowing into his throat like a poisonous snake and squeezing air out of his lungs.

Bai struggled desperately, but was held down tightly by the two of them, unable to move.

Maybe a few seconds passed, maybe thousands of years passed. Before his eyes appeared the white flash of the interrogation room that could cause epilepsy patients to develop, and then he saw clouds of black ink, like the ink spewed out by an octopus, spreading and colluding with each other, almost covering his entire vision.

[If you don't kill the adult again, I'm afraid I'll have to say goodbye to you.] 】

The scenes of the past are like a movie playing backwards, playing fast in Shiro's consciousness that is about to be extinguished. He returned to the day when he rekindled his motivation to survive; Back to the day when I witnessed my mother being killed and my father was killed by the outbreak of the Blood Inheritance Limit; Soon he will return to his poor but happy childhood......

[That's it, there will be no more pain.] 】

He thought so, intending to embrace this sweet darkness.

But this desire is doomed to be dashed.

The torturer's palm pressed against his white scalp and pulled his hair tight, dragging the dying boy out of the water.

Fresh air violently poured into the nostrils, the sound was deafening, and the sunlight pierced the white eyes through the droplets of water, causing unspeakable pain.

But before he could retch, he was lifted by his hair, panting and turning his head to the other side, looking at his tormentor.

"After soaking so many times, your face is still very beautiful, it's unpleasant to look at."

The face with a cruel smile belonged to the two-handed sword ninja who tried to kill the Butterfly Shinobi a day ago.

He was only four years older than Shiro, but this kind of coldness peculiar to the mist, deep into the bone marrow, was no different from those of his older companions behind him.

Among the ninjas who watched and waited, the captain Yuan Shinichi and the elite Shinobi who were no longer slashed. The two ordinary shinobi who are somewhat similar to Yuan Zhenyi's appearance are his clansmen. The special Shangninyi, who has the ability to perceive, is a student of his grandfather, the elder Yuanshi.

Except for the two-handed sword ninja and the middle-aged ninja who cooperated with the twisted white arm, although the other four middle and lower ninjas are not from the big family, they all changed their doors after last night, so they agreed to make extraneous branches, and cooperated with Yuan Shinichi to find Shiro's bad luck, and tortured out the information of He Zai Bu and Terumi Ming from his mouth.

A little farther away, at the outermost end, were four teenagers about the same age as Bai, their hair colors were three black and one white.

The four men were shackled to their hands and feet, stripped of their shirts, and wore iron collars with sharp teeth on the inner rings around their necks, and chains nailed into the ribs of the four men outside the collars, so that they could only hook their heads and bend their bodies like vultures, otherwise they would pull the nails at the end of the chain and injure the organs under the ribs.

Although they were captives, the eyes that looked at Bai were the same, as if they had long been accustomed to all this.

Everyone is waiting for Bai to speak. Drowning torture, though primitive, has always been useful.

"I'm talking about you."

The sword in both hands pinched Bai's chin hard, and there was a sense of revenge in his eyes, or a more appropriate pleasure for the villain: "Yesterday, when you commanded me in the name of never cutting the peach land again, did you think about today's fate?" I really didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly. ”

"Don't talk nonsense."

Moto-shinichi was a little impatient.

He doesn't mind his subordinates taking revenge on "business", but now is not the time to do such a thing.

"Forget it, you get out of the way, I'll ask him personally."

"Yes, yes." The two-handed sword Shinobu quickly changed his face and retreated in panic.

Yuan Zhenyi squatted down, his eyes indifferently as if he was looking at a stone on the side of the road.

"I understand that you don't want to say anything about the private plans of the two of them. It's okay, I know you're close, and since you don't want to say it, I won't ask. ”

When Bai heard this, his mood did not improve, his chest still rose and fell violently, and he breathed the air in pain.

Because he knows that all the words that precede the inflection word "but" are all nonsense.

"Let's talk about another thing. In this election, Mizukage, with Momochi's withdrawn character who thinks highly of himself, it is impossible to win. Even if you're just a blind follower who worships him, you should understand this. ”

Shiro didn't respond, but he didn't refute either.

The election depends on the votes of the Shinobi, that is, the interpersonal relationship between the candidate and the Shinobi.

And killing all the graduates in the same period is definitely an existence that everyone in Wuyin Village avoids.

Although he is very optimistic if he does not behead himself, as an outsider, he is much more sober.

But even so, there were still shinobi in the village who were willing to vote for him. I think that since these people can't be friends who don't kill again, they must have been threatened by him for other reasons. ”

】

Yuan Zhen paused, "So I want you to tell me, who are these Shangnin?" What exactly is in the hands of Zaibu? All you have to do is reveal this to me, and I'll let you go. You know, even if this information were told to me, it wouldn't put Zai Bu in any danger, it would just make his election more ugly to lose, but it didn't change anything. ”

"Do you want to rely on these handles to make the upper ninja who supports the adult turn to support you?"

Shiro saw through Moto's thoughts at a glance.

"To be precise, let them support my brother, he is the candidate."

Yuan Zhenyi smiled stiffly, "How is it?" Again, that's not the key piece of information. With that, you're good to go. ”

"......" Bai pondered for a while, but still made a decision.

"Kill me."

The bond between him and Zai Bu cannot tolerate this kind of filth.

"Tsk."

Yuan Zhenyi sighed and pursed his lips a little impatiently.

He didn't talk much nonsense, glanced at the middle-aged ninja who was twisting his white arms, and shook his fingers.

The latter immediately realized, and with one free hand to repeat the old trick, he pushed Shiro's head to the surface of the water.

But the binding force of one hand is far less reliable than that of two hands.

Taking advantage of the strength of the restraints, Shiro broke free from the domination of the middle-aged ninja with his hands, and pressed his palms against the water, freezing a large piece of ice

He bit his teeth and squeezed hard, and his pale face slammed into the white ice.

However, the impact distance was still too short. Bai only broke his nose this time, and the bright red nosebleed flowed on the ice, like a forked and shrunken river, but his forehead failed to break.

Only then did the middle-aged ninja react, and quickly grabbed Shiro's two arms and pulled them behind his back.

With a crisp sound, Bai's two arms hung down limply like caterpillars, obviously dislocated, and he could no longer use his blood to inherit the limit.

"Do you want to cut yourself off?"

Yuan Zhenyi's tone was full of ridicule, "It's a pity that you didn't hit hard enough." Without this ruthless person, there is no way to survive well in this village. ”

"You can't ask anything ......"

The white cheeks were limply pressed against the ice, and the torso maintained an embarrassed sideways position, and the voice was weak but categorical.

"I'm trained in counter-torture, and I know all of your methods...... Whether you pull out my nails or cut off my fingers, I won't say anything. ”

"I believe in you." Yuan Zhenyi pressed his index finger on the center of his eyebrows, obviously a little depressed, "I knew that I would bring an illusion-type helper, what should I do now......"

At this moment, the two-handed sword ninja looked behind Shiro.

There was a broken teacup, and the milky white banyan sap had soaked into the dirt and turned a muddy, dirty brownish-gray.

In addition, there are all kinds of common herbs scattered around, and it is clear at a glance that they are used to treat trauma. It reminded him of something.

"What a man, look at these herbs, they are obviously for the injured!"

The two-handed sword ninja's eyes lit up, as if a gambler saw the chips on the blocking table, "Yesterday he deceived us in the name of not cutting again, just for the sake of the two little ghosts." One of the imps said that he had fallen from a mountain and was seriously injured. The medicines he collected must have been prepared for that little ghost. ”

"Oh." After Shinobi finished speaking without using his two-handed sword, Yuan Zhenyi already understood what he meant.

He looked at Bai, who looked flustered and uneasy, and said tentatively, "There have been people like this before. He can accept any kind of torture, but if he sees the people who are important to him suffering, he is immediately willing to open his mouth and say everything. I thought that such a person was already dead in Wuyin Village, but I didn't expect there to be another one. ”

Yuan Zhenyi turned his head and asked, "Are they the two people that Yi Shangnin detected yesterday?" ”

In particular, upper forbearance is also upper forbearance, which is a way to show seriousness.

The two-handed sword ninja replied, "Yes! One was a boy who was unconscious and seriously injured, and the other was a little girl with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. According to adults, they have a weak chakra reaction, and they should all be ordinary people. ”

"Since you are an ordinary person and you are seriously injured, you will not be too far away from them when you come out to collect medicine."

Moto Shinichi and Shiro looked at each other. He noticed the change in the other party's demeanor, and became more and more confident in his own judgment, "For example, I remember that there is a patrol station near here that has been out of use for many years. They're right there, right? ”

"They're not ninjas, so they have nothing to do with it."

Bai shuddered and said, while secretly hating that he couldn't hide the secret in his heart, and wrote everything on his face, "We just met." They weren't important people to me, I just helped them by the way. ”

"The more you explain, the more I feel the need to meet them. After all, who would help strangers they didn't know? ”

Yuan Zhen shook his head with regret, and seemed to be muttering to himself: "What kind of things do you have to do to them when the time comes, so that you can change your mind?" ”

This may be some kind of common question from the Mist Ninja, as everyone is actually speaking one after the other.

"Twist off their fingers one by one, so that the call is louder."

"It's too old-fashioned, how about breaking their hands and feet little by little?"

"Dig out their hearts in front of this little ghost, and see if he says it."

"Why don't you pull out the intestines and wrap them around the tree and see how many times you can go around."

"At the end, I might as well cut off my head and shoot it as a baseball."

"It's good to do some interesting experiments, I have a newly developed ......"

Almost everyone has their own ideas. Some are serious advice, while others jokingly say that the more cruel the better. Only the ninja sword boy who was with the two-handed sword yesterday didn't speak, it should be because he has just entered the industry.

All of a sudden, the scene was very lively, and the ninjas were like a group of office workers discussing where to go to an izakaya party in the evening.

With every word they spoke, their pale faces turned pale, and at last they were completely bloodless.

[If these people really have to find the past......]

Righteousness is certainly strong, but if he is injured like that, even if he can wake up and fight, can he really deal with an old Shangnin like Yuan Zhenyi and a group of subordinates?

As for the butterfly ninja, there is no chakra, and no matter how powerful the physical skills are, there is a limit.

No matter how you think about it, those two people will only end up dead when they encounter this team.

Although they had only known each other for a day, Shiro only had to think of what happened yesterday, and he didn't want these two different children to die young, let alone the torture that these people were discussing.

Bai made up his mind that this kind of thing must not be allowed to happen.

Butterfly Shinobi's voice sounded in his heart-

[Because I've experienced a tragic experience, I don't want the same thing to happen to others, it's normal, right? 】

If you let these two people grow up smoothly, the whole world will be very different.

It may sound ridiculously childish at first glance, but it might become "normal" as well.

[Leak and then don't cut off the handle that adults have, and then apologize desperately.] 】

Although it is no different from suicide......

Such thoughts welled up in the white mind.

In this way, he can not only save the lives of Butterfly Shinobu and Righteous Bravery, but also not fall into the guilt of not beheading again. It's the best way to do it.

Shiro's mind was full of these, and he even forgot that Kiri Shinobi was not known for being trustworthy.

But just as his lips twitched, and he was about to speak, a dense and loud birdsong rang out in the woods above the waterfall.

There was a warning of restlessness in the dense voice, as if some beast was hunting in the forest, which attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone looked up in the direction the voice came from—

First a bird flew out of the waterfall, then a second, then a third, a fourth......

More and more birds flew out, at first they could be counted, but then hundreds, if not thousands, of all colors flew out like dark clouds, and swooped down in the direction of the Mist Ninja with unmistakable precision.

"Alert!" After Gen Zhen gave the order one by one, the ten ninjas all raised their ninja swords and kunai to resist.

Everyone, including the four captives plus Shiro, was overwhelmed by the torrent of countless birds in an instant.

They didn't take the opportunity to scratch and attack, but simply tried to pass by these people, and then flew into the banyan forest like the palace of the demon god for a moment, like refugees seeking refuge in the run.

After more than half a minute, the last bird did not enter the banyan forest, and the avian storm was declared to be over. All that remained on the ground were the corpses of the birds that had been slashed and killed.

"What nerves do these birds have...... Phew! ”

Both the ninja and the captives spat feathers out of their mouths in impatience. At this moment, a strange cry came from the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the middle-aged ninja who was making a sound.

The latter's face was full of horror, pointing to the blood-stained ice floes in the pool, and said hesitantly: "My lord, it's gone!" That imp is gone! ”

"How so?" A shinobi frowned, "How do you look at people?" ”

"I didn't hold him just now to stop those birds...... the middle-aged ninja explained, "Didn't I take off both of his hands?" ”

"Could it be that other ninjas took that little imp away under the guise of those birds?" The guess of the other Shangnin is somewhat reliable.

"Taking people away quietly, I'm afraid it's not ordinary people."

Yuan Zhen glanced around, and then looked at Yi, who had the ability to perceive.

The latter's hands fluttered, maintaining the last mudra, closing his eyes and extending his consciousness outward, and after a while, there was an answer, but this answer was unexpected.

"Someone took him away." Yi pointed in the direction of the banyan forest, where the birds had disappeared, "but the chakra reaction on that person's body was close to nothing, and the speed was very fast. ”

“…… It doesn't matter who he is, he can't let people run away! ”

Yuan Zhenyi pursed his lips and pointed at a fellow Shinobi, "You take these little ghosts of the Taketori clan to follow behind, and the others follow me to pursue." ”

"Yes."

The other side.

The butterfly came to the trunk of the banyan tree and let Shiro lie on a broad root.

The dense foliage that obscured the sky made the place as dim as the sunset, and Shiro was able to tell who had saved him by the distinctive smell of wisteria flowers.

"How do you know I'm ...... Ahh

"Now is not the time to say that." Butterfly Shinobi spoke quickly, and his expression was extremely serious: "White, let me ask you, with your current physical condition, can you still make ice?" ”

Bai nodded blankly. But I don't know why Butterfly Shinobu asked this.

Butterfly Shinobu lifted him up and drew a picture of the ground under the trunk with kunai.

"Help me make such a weapon out of ice, it is longer than a normal knife, but the inside is hollow, the stronger the better, don't break it if you touch it."

Then, she pulled away Haori and pulled out a few test tubes containing a green liquid from the men's ninja shorts - knowing that she might have to fight, Butterfly Shinobu changed into the change of clothes and pants that Yoshito had prepared for herself before coming. Fortunately, there is not much difference between the two figures at present, and the size of the clothes is just right, otherwise you can't wear a yukata to do it with someone......

"Is it possible to hide the liquid inside the weapon during the crafting process?"

Butterfly Shinobu looked in the direction he came, "Don't ask me why, don't ask me what I have in it, if you can do it, do it immediately, it's too late." ”

"Oh......" Shiro nodded, and immediately got busy. Butterfly Ninja's requirements test the ninja's chakra form change ability, but fortunately, ice is a thing that is very suitable for shaping, and after a while, he created the weapon that Butterfly Ninja wants-

It is said to be a stabbing sword made of ice, rather than an extra-long white "steel needle". Of course, this is a product of ninjutsu, which is much harder than ordinary ice.

"The weight is good."

Butterfly Shinobu took out the gauze and tied it to the tail of this steel needle, then held the place wrapped in gauze, and danced a few sword flowers fluently, smiling with satisfaction.

"Finally, the familiar feeling is back......"

"What's next?" Shiro asked, his expression a little agitated, "I seem to have heard their voices already." ”

"You leave, I'm going to stay here and wait for them."

Butterfly Shinobi's answer made Bai Mu stunned, "You take a detour back, leave the hut with the patient, and go wherever you want." When the matter on my side is over, I will let Yan find you. ”

Raven Yan falls from a higher branch. The crows were much larger than the average crow, and the previous storm of birds was the result of her deliberate repellent.

"Let's go together. How can you be their opponent alone? ”

Shiro grabbed the cuffs of the butterfly ninja and pulled it pleadingly, "Say ...... again"

Butterfly Shinobu interrupted him: "I know my strengths and weaknesses and will not deal with all of them at the same time. Besides, you see ...... too."

With that, Butterfly Shinobu pulled Haori out of Shiro's hand and turned his back to him to meet the pursuers who were getting closer and closer.

"I spared those two men yesterday, and you were almost killed today. So this time, I won't make the same mistake again, no matter what. If I don't clean up these guys today, it won't be far from the next 'you' being tortured like this. White, patient, please leave it to you, what is about to happen here is not suitable for a gentle child like you to see. ”

"......" Bai Xin moved seasonally. From Butterfly Ninja's tone, he heard a resolute determination with a strong murderous aura.

[Sure enough, it's not an ordinary ......]

"Let's go! Don't let Shinobi-sama get distracted by you! She's the smartest of the Nine Pillars, and she'll be fine! ”

Yan Yayan said loudly to Bai, who was stunned in place: "Lord Shuizhu will leave it to you, take him as far away as possible." Don't let Shinobi-sama down! ”

Bai didn't know the specific meaning of the pillar. But when I saw that petite body holding ice spikes in my hands, I felt a huge majesty that stood up to the sky.

He stopped talking, bit his lip and wiped his eyes, and quickly left. He planned to make a detour back to the patrol station and carry out Butterfly Shinobi's orders.

Butterfly Shinobu stared at the figures in the dense forest that were getting closer and closer to her, and the corners of her lips lifted up laugh lines, revealing the edges of her teeth.

"Tomioka said in a menacing manner that day that he wanted to make the world a hell for people like you. But he's too gentle to do it himself......"

She held the ice spike flat in front of her chest and stepped back in a gesture, her purple eyes as dark and cold as the sword light of the Moon's Breath, but like a hidden flame that could sweep everything.

"So, in order to fulfill this promise of his......"

The butterfly ninja flew up, the ice spike behind the person in front of her, and the whole person was like an off-string arrow, shooting out like an off-string arrow, piercing the first enemy she encountered, directly through the palm and chest, and nailing it to the trunk behind the latter.

She gently twisted the weapon in her hand, forcing the other party to let out a heart-rending and miserable wail, allowing this fear to continue to radiate to the whole world.

"I had to change it!"