Konoha: Start with omniscience and omnipotence

Chapter 182 [182] The smile in the shadows

"Master Xishi! There are traces of Chakra over there!"

"The ambush brigade should be nearby!"

In the dense forest, a full squadron of sand ninjas leaped over the branches of giant trees at high speed.

On the way, the sensory ninja who still kept the seal, quickly told the Jonin captain who was at the forefront of the various signs ahead, and accurately searched for every trace left by the Konoha ninja in this rainforest.

"It's really deep enough."

"This damn place"

Captain Sand Yin, who was walking in the front, squinted his eyes slightly, scanned the surroundings carefully, observed every position that might link detonating charms and sealing traps, and shouted in his mouth—in fact, the ninja level above The ninja's ability to control the body, they may not even sweat a few drops in this seemingly hot and humid rainforest environment.

The posture of pretending to be relaxed is just to confuse the enemies in the dark.

The Sagakushi Shinobi, who was called Seishi, said while pointing his eyes at the Sensing Ninja beside him.

The other party immediately came to his side, still maintaining the posture of knotting in his hand, with his eyes closed, he said quickly:

"Three, 52!"

"There are a total of more than 12 Chakra reactions remaining, evenly distributed, and a high degree of discipline is still maintained when retreating."

"The direction of departure is"

As if confused by the enemy, the perception ninja subconsciously raised a long tone.

Xishi's attention also raised his head in the direction of his gaze.

"laugh--!"

The sharp object pierced the air, and the icy killing intent came from behind. Sand hidden jomin, who had fought countless times on the battlefield and on the line of life and death, kicked sideways with a speed that ordinary people could not match. His guiding companion!

"boom!"

The tibia collided with the shoulder and elbow, making a dull sound.

The sensory ninja, who had never been good at taijutsu in the past, unexpectedly showed quite superb taijutsu cultivation at this moment.

Following the force of the spin kick of the fine stone, he turned slightly sideways, stepped forward, and stabbed Ku Wu reversely in his hand.

Xishi quickly pulled out the short knife at his waist to stop Kunai, there was a series of piercing sounds between the metal scratches, and a series of jumping flames were scraped between the blades.

Without further ado, the 'Perception Ninja' continued to approach regardless of the injury, and immediately added a knee and elbow strike.

All of a sudden, the continuous attacks continued, and the sound of muffled body collisions became one piece. The companions who followed a little further away couldn't realize what happened for a while, and stood there blankly.

In fact, even Xishi himself was a little confused.

He calmly responded to his companion's physical skills, thinking quickly in his heart.

'Standard Konoha fluid technique. '

'spy?manipulation? '

'Why did you choose this time? '

'etc.'

Xishi suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened.

Before this experienced Sand Gin Jōnin subdued his companion, he saw a strange smile on his face.

Holding Kunai's hand, he made a somewhat familiar secret seal.

【Secret Art · Heart-Turning Clone Art】

For just a split second, Xishi felt his brain suddenly go blank, his vague mind vibrated instantly, his own 'consciousness' seemed to be 'pushed' out of his body at this moment, and his whole body was like in a dream, in a third state. Watching all the actions of his body from a perspective, he suddenly lost all consciousness.

'It's over! '

In the end, only this thought remained in Xishi's mind.

as predicted.

After the 'perception ninja' controlled the two bodies at the same time, he controlled them extremely fiercely and stabbed towards the vital parts of the two bodies.

The dagger and kunai pierced each other's lungs and liver at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the two fell to the ground at the same time.

It wasn't until this moment that a senior Zhongnin captain carrying a Fuma shuriken at the rear realized what had happened, and reminded loudly: "It's a ninja from the Konoha Mountain clan!"

"Everyone in a group of three! Supervise each other!"

At the same time, the other sand hidden ninjas in the team did nothing. One of the perception ninjas suddenly opened his eyes and pointed towards the back of a giant tree:
"over there!"

Shanzhongjue, who was leaning against the giant tree, opened his eyes, his eyes turned dark and upside down, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Even for a root ninja who has undergone brutal training, it is too painful to experience the pain of "lung exhaustion" and "liver explosion" at the same time, so that the moment Yamanakajue opened his eyes, even the expression on his face froze. They are all a little blue.

However, he still didn't say a word.

Then, the ears were immediately filled with bursts of noise.

In the center of his line of sight, Aida Masaki walked leisurely towards the enraged Sagan ninja, as if strolling in a garden, his voice was still gentle as before:

"Yes."

"We are here."

In front of him, there was a large group of three-dimensional sand ninjas swarming like a human wall, stimulated by the death of their companions, who were extremely emotional.

Looking around, the sky is overwhelming.

"die--!!!"

Accompanied by a roar like thunder, a tall man with a stout body like a rock came down from top to bottom, and the huge hammer-shaped ninja tool in his hand was wrapped in the wind and smashed down, like an ape moving a mountain.

However, at the moment when it was about to fall on top of the young man's head, his eyes seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Have you seen this kid's face before?

The hammer fell.

"boom!"

However, it wasn't the kid's head that was smashed into pieces in this thunderous sound, but the hammer-shaped ninja that was as hard and rough as a stone in Sa Yin's hand.

The flying fragments scattered in all directions like a hidden weapon, and the clenched right hand kept moving, and under the horrified gaze of the thick Shayin, it came straight to his head.

Until the moment when the edge of the fist approached his eyes, a name suddenly came to his mind.

Immediately afterwards, that fuzzy memory was smashed together with his head into bright red pieces splashed on the ground, and a large area was finely pasted.

But subsequent attacks will not stop because of a dead person.

"Mystery · Shadow · Fuma Shuriken!"

"Wind Escape, Blade of Wind!"

"Tu Dun·Heart Beheading Technique!"

Hidden weapons and ninjutsu ignited the clarion call of battle, and the striker, who had honed his superb physical skills through thousands of years of hard work, immediately saw the needles, trying to take advantage of Aida Masaki's slight movement while avoiding long-range attacks to catch flaws, and then pointed at the vital points with the back blade.

Unfortunately.
"Zizzi-"

Aida Masaki stood where he was, casually took out a kunai from the ninja bag and held it upside down. At the moment when two Fuma shurikens flew towards him, one light and one dark, he followed the round buckle of the shuriken with the blade Piercing, slashing around the body in mid-air, the violent friction between the metals made a piercing creaking sound, and dazzling sparks continuously sputtered between the kunai and the Fuma Shuriken.

His feet crossed a semicircle on the leaf-heavy ground with a 'chi--', following the inertia of his body, he threw Kunai and the Fumo shuriken towards his side.

Nearby, the eyes of Sagan ninja, who was walking in an instant with the blade of wind in his hand, were concentrated. The invisible blade in his hand split the two Fuma shurikens of light and dark in mid-air, and saw another bitter sword in his eyes. none.

Nashayin ninja suddenly became wise in a hurry, tilted his head at the critical moment, exhausted the last nerve knife in his life, and avoided the kunai by a hair.

Even so, the sharp edge left a deep scratch on his side face.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another ruthless iron hand broke into his vision.

Hedging against each other, galloping like lightning.

Aida Masaki's big hand suddenly pressed down on his head, the huge force and the inertia of the two passing by at high speed pulled the sand hermit ninja's feet off the ground, and was thrown down heavily.

And at the landing point, an arm stretched out from the ground with 'precise' precision.

"boom!"

The back of the unlucky Shayin's head suddenly hit the ground that should be soft and sticky like a rotten watermelon, and the ground seemed to be beating slightly under the shock of this huge force.

At the same time, the delicate and delicate neck bones of human beings also made a snapping sound like a chicken wing being snapped.

In the soil, a thick bloodstain spread out.

Looking at this scene, Yamanakajue couldn't help feeling a little amazed.

If it is said that he uses traps to activate the "heart turning technique" to control the enemy army, and a series of exquisite operations such as causing the enemy's riots from within, it is a delicate close-fitting bunt and punching punches, and the key is to grasp it within an inch Opportunity for a one-hit kill.

Then, when Masaki Aida faced the sand ninjas, his precise punches and outrageous use of force to break the tricks are undoubtedly full of hard, open and close styles of battle-damaged and bright red violence aesthetics.

Even if he was just watching from the sidelines, Yamanakakaku could feel the strong sense of oppression that seemed to suffocate people instantly when the enemy was facing Masaki Aida.

So much so that even he himself forgot to breathe.

"rustle."

Amidst the subtle noises in the underground soil, the sand hidden ninja who had struggled to crawl out of the ground was holding a broken arm that had obviously been shattered, limping on his feet, as if half of his body was a little disobedient - obviously it was just That 'earthquake' hit hard.

"Oh?"

"Are you still alive?"

Aida Masaki turned his head to look at him, his voice was gentle without any emotion, and his eyes were calm:

"pity."

"The vitality that is not commensurate with the strength is also a waste."

But the sand hidden ninja standing opposite didn't have time to feel the pain, nor did he care about the faint irony.

He looked at the young man in front of him with distorted facial features and a livid face.

Even the voice trembled slightly:
"You, are you!"

"In the rumors, Poyun Falling to the Moon, Yanzu's extremely evil ninja, Konoha Supernova."

"Aida Masaki!?"

Listening to this long list of nicknames, Aida Masaki, who was still maintaining a gentle smile just now, froze in a subtle way, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

It has to be said that the combined damage done by this group of people is not as outrageous as what was said just now.

However, someone from Aida still maintained his demeanor after all, and Heshan responded:
"Since you know my name, you still dare to break into this place."

"Then you guys should have made up your mind to die, right?"

"."

Just declaring their names, a whole squadron of sand ninjas around them who hadn't had time to make a move, were already overwhelmed by this handsome young man in front of him.

As if they were the one being surrounded.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

In this life-and-death cruel ninja world, every ninja with a great reputation, no matter male or female, old or young, their achievements are all based on the hot lives.

What's more, even among this group of ruthless people who came up to kill, Aida Masaki, who wiped out the entire Yuyin Village, killed tens of thousands of people, and was listed in the "Danger Handbook" of various countries, is also the best among them.

Simply appalling.

After three or four seconds of silence among the sand hermit ninjas, some of them suddenly gritted their teeth and said:
"Fight!"

"He can't protect all Konoha ninjas!"

"One change is one!"

"Let this guy see the will of the wind!"

Perhaps it was because they knew that they would never be able to escape from this kind of monster, or because they could not choose the route of "fleeing before the battle" in order to implement their own way of ninja. With an astonishing bloody courage, he fixed his eyes on the group of 'soft persimmons' behind Aida Masaki.

Uchiha Shinya and Moonlight Masaichi were nailed to the treetops, standing or squatting, but they didn't even bother to move.

All eyes are indifferent.

Seeing the vigor of the sand ninja who put himself to death and then revived, Yamanakajue couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly.

A ninja who has given up hope of escape and instead dies with the enemy is the most difficult type to deal with on the battlefield.

Even though there is a three-level difference in strength between upper, middle and lower ninja, for them as ordinary people, after leaving out those bells and whistles, everyone is just a group of ordinary people who will die if they are stabbed.

"on!"

Yamanakakaku understands this, so the sand ninjas also understand.

Without any chances, they roared angrily and flew towards Konoha's team of only a dozen people.

Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, hidden weapons.

All kinds of moves at the bottom of the box were intertwined, and all the sand hidden ninjas broke out with the greatest courage during this last stand.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

A series of shurikens flew across Kakuro Yamanaka's side, and he bent down to pass a rushing sand ninja, forming seals in his hands.

【Secret Art·The Art of Disturbing the Body】

The violent mental shock caused the Taijutsu type sand ninja to lose the ability to control his body in an instant. At the same time, Yamanakajue immediately curled up behind him, and the sound of shuriken entering the body resounded beside him. Blood spatter.

A blade pierced through the corpse, cut his pale skin, and a trace of blood slid down.

But Yamanakajue didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and the indifference revealed on his expression was frozen on his face like frozen soil.

The body rolls and stretches like a civet cat, dexterously avoiding attacks from around in the chaotic battle.

It's just that I don't know if it's an illusion, but all the attacks of the sand hidden ninjas around him always seem to be around him alone.

Yamanakajue, as a jōnin, often carries out lurking missions. Whether it is melee physical skills or sneaking skills, he is quite superb, but two fists are no match for four, not to mention that he is often surrounded by eight hands, sixteen Hands—he felt like he was being targeted!

"Bang bang bang!"

With one enemy two, he quickly blocked a series of gaps between the coherent hidden sand fluid techniques, a fist drilled in at a tricky angle, and slammed into his face heavily, Yamanaka felt that his eyes were a little black with stuffiness, and he stepped back again and again a few steps.

Before those sand hermit ninjas stepped forward, they formed seals in their hands.

【Secret Art·Heart Reversal Art】

In a burst of chakra mental fluctuations that spread violently, the sand hidden ninjas who were still flexing their fists around him just now were startled, and then suddenly found that their consciousness had been exchanged with their companions, which was different from their own posture and feelings. Let them suddenly reveal a lot of flaws.

【Seal·Golden Binding Art】

Yamanakajue seized the opportunity immediately, changing the Indian pattern in his hands.

Several black ink marks spread out under the feet, spreading along the humus layer on the ground like a scroll and spreading towards the surroundings.

The few sand hermit ninjas who were about to approach him were immediately frozen in place.

There is a look of horror in the eyes.

Yamanakajue immediately took out Kunai, and quickly passed the throats of two of them.

But at the moment when the third person was drawn, strong chakra fluctuations suddenly erupted, and the No. 3 sand hermit ninja slightly broke the control of the golden binding technique in a short period of time, holding him tightly with both hands The wrist that pierced his chest.

"To die together."

The man's mouth could not stop bleeding, and he stared at him ferociously.

In the next second, Yamanakajue felt a chilling murderous intent from the back of his neck that made his hairs stand on end.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

"Soon-"

Until, a slight wind suddenly sounded in his ears.

Suddenly, Yamanakajue only felt that he had skipped a moment like blinking an eye, and the picture captured in his vision suddenly changed a frame.

The body also suddenly became light and buoyant, floating in mid-air as if weightless.

Vaguely, from the corner of the corner of the eye, he seemed to notice a ray of knife light jumping continuously.

Behind him, there were scattered crashes.

"Are you okay?"

A familiar voice rang out.

Yamanakajue raised his head, only to realize that he was being held in mid-air by Aida-sama like a chicken.

Behind the two of them was the pile of scattered corpses.

And at the moment when he heard the voice of questioning, Yamanakajue felt an inexplicable pause in his heart. He was obviously an undercover agent, but he suddenly felt an urge to die for him.

"Thank you, Aida-sama!"

"Come on tighter."

Aida Masaki put it down casually, leaving his back to block all the enemies attacking from the front.

Like a solid and thick wall.

At that moment, Shan Zhongjue, who was shrouded in the shadow, felt the insignificance originating from the depths of his heart, and it became more and more intense.

'Do people like me deserve his protection? '

'So despicable.'

He was lucky enough to survive, but Mr. Undercover's heart was coerced and surrounded by the roaring negative emotions.

Guilt, inferiority complex, hatred, fear.
All kinds of negative emotions seem to be magnified without limit by some kind of 'existence' because they are shrouded in this heavy shadow.

Yamanakajue held Kunai's hand, trembling faintly.

Unfortunately, he didn't find out.

Aida Masaki, who turned his back to him, always had a gentle and kind smile on his face.

　Went for an interview this morning.

　　hr is a Mediterranean big brother with a small belly, and he is very enthusiastic.

　　It’s just that after the interview started, the first question that came out of that 37-degree mouth was: “Our company does irregular overtime and business trips, can the hotel accept it at its own expense?”

　　Me: "Can your company accept statutory holidays and statutory overtime pay? And can you elaborate on the more than 40 cases on your qcc? Let me know what happened to the seniors."

　　At seven minutes and 20 seconds, the chair was not warm enough, and I was sent away.

　　When driving people away, it's like urging people to die.

　　Girl, do you know why I can't find a new job?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)