So, in the following time, Rokuzawa stepped up his practice of 'Ten Finger Piercing Bullets' and 'Willow Dance'.

'Willow Dance' is okay, except for the fact that it is a little difficult for him to spawn bone spurs to enhance the killing at any time, because of his previous physical foundation, he has mastered this move very quickly.

Every time he practiced, he was able to get a different understanding and make himself better.

But the trick of 'ten fingers piercing the bullet' really gave him a headache.

Because this trick is too simple, there is no shortcut to improve.

If you want to improve the lethality of the bone cone shot, you can only practice it over and over again to increase the impact force of the finger bones as much as possible.

If you want to increase the impact force, you can only increase the speed of the phalanges.

It can increase the speed of phalange growth, and it is only possible to enhance and master the power of the 'corpse bone vein'.

This is a water mill effort, and it cannot be achieved overnight.

Liu Ze was very helpless, but he still had to spare a certain amount of time to become proficient in the power of the 'corpse bone vein' in addition to practicing physical skills.

In addition, he was also familiar with the simple ninjutsu that he had mastered in his memory, such as the basic techniques such as the doppelganger technique and the transformation technique.

Over time, his progress was visible to the naked eye.

However, the road back is not entirely easy, especially if everyone carries memories of their past lives.

On the third day of the return trip, the whole calm sea ship suddenly became lively.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that everyone was heading in the direction of the bow of the boat, Rokuzawa hurriedly grabbed a fellow clan and asked.

"I heard it looks like a dead man!" The fellow sighed.

"Dead people?"

Liuze was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "What's so beautiful about a dead man?" Isn't that normal? ”

There were some seriously injured and sick people on board, and even if some people couldn't hold on, it wouldn't be a surprise.

After all, the medical conditions on this ship are limited, and it is impossible to compare it to the village.

"Because the man didn't die of natural causes, but was assassinated last night!"

The clan hurriedly said a word, and then walked briskly forward.

"Assassination?"

Rokuzawa was very surprised, and subconsciously thought that it was a ninja from Konoha who had mixed up on the ship, and took advantage of the night when everyone was asleep to kill him.

But he soon realized that it wasn't the Konoha ninja's hand at all.

Because the war is over, they have also retreated, and there is no need for the Konoha ninja to engage in such meaningless small actions at all.

In this case, even killing the commander of their unit is pointless.

On the other hand, in this vast sea, just to kill a person, he casually exposes his tracks, and in the face of an entire ninja army, the other party does not even have a chance to escape.

Rather than this, it would be better for An An to follow them back to the fog and continue to lurk, which would obviously be more valuable.

"It's not a Konoha ninja, so who would do it?" Rokuzawa was confused.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that everyone had memories of their past lives.

"Could it be that it's your own people seeking revenge?"

He immediately had a guess, then put aside his practice for a while, and hurried towards the bow of the boat.

Soon, he was at the bow of the ship.

At this time, this place was already crowded with onlookers, some standing on the side of the ship, some hanging on the mast, and even some using their own doppelgangers as feet, densely packed, all of them were people at a glance.

Rouzawa came relatively late, was blocked out of the crowd, and couldn't see anything inside, so he had no choice but to climb up to a mast next to him.

At this time, there were already many people hanging on the mast, and he finally found a place where he could hang himself on it.

With a condescending advantage, he finally saw the situation in the crowd.

I saw a male corpse lying on the ground, and the surrounding deck was also stained red with blood.

It's a pity that it's too far away, and it's difficult for Rokuzawa to figure out the specific situation.

"Hey, my lord, do you know what's going on down there?" He touched a misty shinobi next to him, who was also hanging from the mast.

Seeing the red mark on his eyebrows, the man's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but take a small step back, obviously quite jealous of their Taketori clan.

However, or unwilling to offend him, the man still forced a smile and explained: "I heard that the unlucky ghost below was first drugged, and then he was slashed thirty-three times, and each knife deliberately avoided the vital point. ”

"In the end, slowly watch yourself bleed to death."

"I don't know who I offended and died so miserably!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Hearing this, Rokuzawa immediately affirmed his earlier judgment, this was indeed a vendetta.

Although the memories brought by the previous life have allowed everyone to obtain a wealth of intelligence information, it also brings hatred that has not yet been formed.

Chaos has begun to manifest itself.

Then, after watching the excitement for a while and learning something from the other people, Rokuzawa left the bow of the boat.

In the following time, he stayed in the range inhabited by the Taketori clan and did not dare to walk around at will, silently practicing his physical skills and ninjutsu.

And since that first killing, it's like Pandora's box has been opened, and the killings are one after the other, and every night someone is being killed.

Fortunately, the major families on the ship knew the seriousness of the matter, and spontaneously organized themselves to suppress all the ninjas and barely stabilized the situation.

Once the flame of hatred is completely ignited, no one can escape at that time.

All will be swept away by hatred and plunged into endless killing.

However, although it is stable on the surface, the killing in the shadows has not stopped.

Panic spreads further, and everyone worries about whether they will be killed by the enemy in their memory.

In this way, after five days of arduous sailing at sea, the ships of the Fog Hidden Force finally docked and reached a seaport on the outskirts of the Water Country.

"Let's go!"

The Ueshinobi of the Taketori clan greeted and immediately led everyone off the boat.

The ninjas of the other major families also left the explosive barrel that would detonate at any time.

Rumble!

And as the many big families who suppressed the situation left, a violent explosion suddenly came from the ship.

The long-suppressed anger and hatred of many mist ninjas were completely detonated, and the battle was about to break out.

"I don't know how many of those guys will survive!" Looking back at the ship, Taketori Shinsuke sighed.

Obviously, the war is over, but they didn't expect that they would die at the hands of their own people.

Seeing the same regret, Liu Ze said with emotion: "The hatred will not disappear, and the killing will not stop." ”

"And that's just the beginning!"

It's not just them, I'm afraid that the other four ninja villages, and even the entire ninja world, are facing the same situation.

There was a war on the front line before, and everyone held back and didn't have a seizure.

Now that the fighting has stopped, the internal contradictions cannot be suppressed.