Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

"Practical combat is the fastest way for a ninja to improve."

Aoba stood on the edge of a high rock, looking down at Uchiha Kei and Ishida Ryoichi.

His tone was flat and even, without any discernible emotion.

"This is the front line of the battlefield. If you want to get back alive, become stronger as soon as possible."

Aoba leaped down from the rock and walked up to the four Sand Village prisoners.

The four were tied up like rice dumplings, and after a night of wind and cold, they had not eaten or drunk anything.

Although he was somewhat listless, the hatred in his eyes was unmistakable.

Aoba reached out, grabbed the rope behind one of the genin, and pulled him back sharply.

The sand ninja was pulled and rolled over, falling heavily onto the open ground.

Aoba took out a kunai and cut the rope on the other person's wrist.

The rope snapped and fell into the sand and gravel pile.

The sand ninja was stunned for a moment, then quickly shrank back, his back hitting the stone wall behind him.

Aoba expressionlessly pulled a kunai from his ninja tool pouch and tossed it aside.

brush!

The kunai struck the ground precisely between the Sand Ninja's legs, its handle still trembling slightly.

"Pick one."

Aoba pointed to Kei and Ryoichi not far away.

"Defeat one of them, and I will let you leave and allow you to travel to the Land of Returning Winds."

The Sand Village genin raised his head, his facial muscles contorted, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

He stared intently at the two Konoha ninjas not far away.

His left hand slowly reached towards the kunai on the ground.

My fingertips touched the cold metal handle, and I gripped it tightly.

Are you serious?

The Sand Ninja's voice was dry, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"I have no interest in lying to the weak."

Aoba stood with his hands in his pockets, his tone indifferent.

The Sand Ninja gripped the kunai tightly in his hand, a trace of blood appearing on his chapped lips.

The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

His eyes were bloodshot as he scanned the slightly more robust Ryoichi before finally settling on the "slender" Uchiha Itachi.

It's him!

"roar!"

The Sand Village ninja let out a beast-like roar, gripped his kunai tightly, and charged towards Uchiha Itachi.

Hatred and the will to survive intertwined, twisting his face into a somewhat ferocious expression.

Even if we can't go back alive, we must take one of them with us!

The sudden battle left Qi's mind blank.

He was terrified by the overwhelming murderous intent that rushed towards him, his body stiffened on the spot, and he even forgot to draw his ninja tools.

He watched as the crazed Sand Ninja charged towards him.

Every wrinkle and scar on the other person's face was magnified in my vision.

This genuine killing intent was a thousand times heavier than what was experienced during ninja academy drills.

"Get out of the way!"

The command popped into Qi's mind, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Until the tip of the kunai was less than ten centimeters from his neck.

Qi turned to the side and pushed off the ground with his toes.

The kunai brushed against his clothes, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

The Sand Villager, having missed his first attack, immediately changed tactics, sweeping out with his right leg.

Qi raised his arm to shield himself.

A heavy impact sent Qi staggering back three steps, his arm going numb.

His opponent gave him no chance to catch his breath, closing in again and wildly swinging the kunai in his hand.

Every move was aimed at vital points, with absolutely no intention of defense.

This is a life-or-death fighting style.

Qi was forced to retreat under the opponent's relentless attacks, and his carotid artery was nearly slashed several times.

He looked at the captain on the rock, hoping to get some hints or help.

But Aoba just stood there quietly.

That indifferent attitude completely brought Qi to his senses.

This is a battlefield, and no one will pay for his weakness.

If I don't kill the person in front of me, I'll be the one who dies.

"I can't die!"

The thought exploded in my mind.

The instinct for survival fueled their will!

The kunai appeared in his hand after he realized he couldn't dodge it.

He took the initiative to meet the opponent's attack.

When the Sand Village genin swung his kunai at his chest again, Kei did not retreat.

He turned slightly to the side, letting the kunai cut a gash in his clothes under his ribs.

At the same time, the kunai in his hand slid upwards along the inside of the other person's arm.

puff.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was faint, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The kunai pierced the opponent's inner thigh.

Fresh blood gushed out instantly, splattering onto Qi's face, carrying a nauseatingly sweet and foul smell.

The Sand Village genin let out a muffled groan, lost his balance, and fell forward.

But he still didn't give up, grabbing Xiang Qi's ankle with his other hand.

Without hesitation, Qi handed over the kunai in his hand once more.

A flash of cold light.

The kunai swiftly sliced ​​across the opponent's throat.

The movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest unnecessary tremor.

The Sand Village genin's eyes widened, his hands clutching his neck tightly, a hissing sound coming from his throat.

Large amounts of blood flowed from between his fingers, soaking the yellow sand below.

His body twitched a few times, then finally collapsed limply, never to move again.

Qi stood there, his chest heaving violently, blood still dripping from the kunai in his hand.

He looked at the corpses on the ground, at the red liquid seeping into the sand.

Deep within those once clear, black pupils, a chilling chakra was boiling.

The energy surged through his spinal cord and into his brain, making his senses sharper than ever before.

He could hear the faint sound of the wind blowing through the rocks and feel the flow of chakra in the surrounding air.

This sense of control felt unfamiliar to him, yet it also captivated him.

So this is what killing is.

So this is what it means to become stronger.

"good."

Aoba's voice came from the rock.

The sound was like a thunderclap, jolting Qi out of his strange state of excitement.

"This is a battlefield; mercy is an epitaph for the dead."

Looking at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, Qi recalled the Root ninja who had been easily killed by the captain yesterday.

A certain conviction that had always been in my mind suddenly crumbled, appearing so pale and laughable in the face of life and death.

Without strength, you don't even have the right to reason.

The weak can only be dominated.

Qi's expression changed.

Deep within those once clear and somewhat innocent black pupils, a cold and volatile chakra began to boil.

Aoba's attention remained focused on Uchiha Itachi.

In his perception, the chakra within Qi's body was undergoing a dramatic change in nature.

It seems that this kind of stimulation on the verge of life and death is indeed effective for the Uchiha bloodline.

Ishida Ryoichi was completely dumbfounded.

He glanced at Uchiha Itachi, whose face was covered in blood and whose demeanor had changed drastically, and then at the captain above him who had an indifferent expression.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

He knew it was his turn next.

Aoba walked up to the remaining three Sand Village prisoners and untied the second one's ropes.

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