"I……"

The Sith's heart was as if he was hit hard, and his whole body was tortured from his soul, feeling an inexplicable sense of suffocation.

"Sure enough, you are all the same. Even if you save me, you are actually just to suck me."

Her voice was low and her smile was a bit miserable. She was a ninja who had lost her hometown. Even if she died, her soul would not find her way home.

The Sith dared not bow his head. He was afraid that once he lowered his head, the fire in his chest would not be able to stop it. He rubbed the red hair with his right hand, and his voice had a rare tenderness.

"In this crazy world, isn't people living for people to use? Including me and you, since you don't want to be a poor person who can be sucked by others, then come and be my shadow. They are all used by others. Why can't the person who uses you be me?"

She kept raising her head upwards, trying to imprint Sith's face into her heart. Apart from this slut, she had nothing to lose. She wanted to become stronger, she wanted to become stronger than everyone, and in order to become stronger, she was willing to do anything.

She is going to ask the world why is she the one who suffers?

She obviously hasn't hurt anyone, but why does her family have to endure such suffering after she has lost her family and her clan?

If this world can only bring pain, then let the world feel pain from now on!!!

"Have you decided? I may not be able to give you a safe environment, or even let you live in the sun."

"Then can you make me stronger?"

"Well, I can at least teach you how to extract chakra."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"Do you have a name?"

"No, from now on, you will call me Yumwo Wu. I have nothing but you." She turned her head, her eyes as bright as ruby ​​faced the Sith's eyes, as if she had grasped the direction of life again.

The corners of Sith's mouth curled up,

"It's really a second-tier name, but it's up to you!"

After saying that, Sith stood up from the ground, with a whirlpool hanging on his left arm, as if he could not feel the weight at all.

"Hey, who are you?" A Kusin suddenly appeared at the door. His eyes swept, and he found two figures lying in a pool of blood, with his eyes splitting, "Taro, Heye! You bastard, who are you?"

Sith held Wu and walked around in the same place.

"As you can see, here is just a wandering ronin."

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

He roared in pain, pulled Kuwu out of his waist, rushed towards Sith with a ferocious expression.

"Hmph." A nasal sound came out from his nose, and the corners of Sith's mouth were raised high. Compared to Kushin, he was like a polite gentleman, holding a urinary turtle with one hand and a knife with the other, "Wu, do you want to watch me dance?"

Uzumaki opened her eyes wide and nodded to the Sith. She actually wanted to see the strength of her new boss.

The Sith did not hesitate, darkness rose, shadows pulled the curtain for him, and the performance began.

He pulled his sword and stood up, and the long sword drew a cold light. Even a ninja who had been through many battles, he had no power to fight back in front of him. He had only a scream and blood gushed out of his neck.

Yuzuru Wu watched this scene, her heart was not fluctuating, and this person had bitten her. She had neither the sorrow of death as if the lamp had gone out, nor the pleasure of revenge. She was alienated like people from two worlds.

How to repay kindness with kindness?

Whoosh-bang!

A firework rose in the sky, which was a signal flare from Kushin Village.

Sith hugged Yuzuiwu tightly for a little while, "How about it? Are you afraid?"

Yuzuru Wu shook his head, trying hard to squeeze out a smile,

"The worst result of being chased is death, but sometimes death is a complete luxury for me."

Sith was stunned and it took a long time to react.

"Since that's the case, I'll take you out and let you taste the taste of passing death."

Sith's injuries were not healed, but Caozhi Country is not a land of earth, Caonan Village is not an Iwamnin Village, and the two occasional appearances are not Lao Zi.

Not every small country is called the Land of Rain, and the Sith is going to tell them this today.

Sometimes, the ninjas in the Great Ninjas and the ninjas in the Small Ninjas are completely different, even if they are the same number.

With his feet on his feet, his slender body burst into a sonic boom in the air. Since he wanted a perfect curtain call, how could he do it without choosing a big stage? It is not his style to perform a blood and blade dance in the slums. What about the rich area of ​​Kushin Village?

There are big names in the mouths of medicinal farmers, and they probably like this tense and exciting closing performance.

"Quick, fast, fast, someone invades, someone invades, the other party is a ronin, he stole the precious property of our Kushin Village." An alarm sounded in the night sky, mixed with the shouts of ninjas, just like the ** of a stage play.

There are more and more ninjas gathering around them. The Sith has no pause or hesitation. As a ninja, from the moment he puts on his forehead, he should have imagined the scene when he dies.

"Who are you? Are you a samurai from the Iron Country?"

Another ninja fell down, with reluctance remaining in his eyes. In his eyes, only the Iron Country still has such a powerful warrior.

The Sith shook his head, his eyes narrowed like a crescent moon.

"I'm sorry, I'm a wandering ronin!"

The enemies around were visually estimated to be more than one hundred, and most of them were Shinin and Shinin from the Small Ninn Village.

The Shinin of the five major powers, except for the war years, requires at least one kind of three-body technique. As for the Shinin of the Small Ninn Village, they are just a group of people who hold Kanwu and have initially mastered the chakra.

"Fire Escape·Hao Fireball Technique!"

A loud shout came from a distance, and a huge fireball rushed towards him. After playing for so long, Sith finally saw some decent ninjutsu.

The shadows around are twisting.

"Shadow jumps!"

His body was covered with a blurred shadow, and the long sword in his hand was illuminated by the whizzing flames. His body stiffened, and the tip of the knife pierced his heart in an instant.

"You almost want to deal with me."

"Samurai, what are you doing? Does the Iron Kingdom want to start a war with us?"

Suddenly, a huge shuriken rolled up with a strong wind and broke through the air with an unparalleled sharp edge.

Sith frowned, hurriedly raised his knife to block it, his body staggered, and he took several steps back until he reached a pillar before he could barely stop.

Big man?

With a beard raised, a middle-aged man with brown hair picked up the shuriken from mid-air. He was the leader and village chief of Kushin Village, but he was Yusu Akiyama, who could not be called the shao.

His face turned pale, his eyes were red and he stared at Sith's face, and he asked:
Chapter completed!