Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 196 The Hidden Mist's Unique Features: Robbery

puff!

With a swing of the sand sword, the pale blue chakra blade sliced ​​through the oncoming blood dragon as easily as cutting tofu, and in the process, cleaved a member of the Blood Pool Clan along with the blood shield in front of him in two.

In less than five minutes.

The canyon returned to its deathly silence.

The corpses of several Blood Pool Clan members lay scattered in pools of blood, while Ryoichi knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

The grayish-white color on his body was rapidly fading, his swollen muscles were returning to normal, and the beast horn on his forehead was retracting into his body.

Large beads of sweat slid down Ryoichi's cheeks, and he felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.

"Hiss—so this is what the adults meant by side effects!"

Ryoichi grinned, feeling the weakness in his body.

Yekura slowly walked to his side, looked at the corpse on the ground, and objectively commented: "You are indeed strong. In that state just now, your overall strength was at least at the level of an elite Jonin. However, the side effects were also obvious, and the burden on your body was too great. Moreover—"

Ye Cang changed the subject, his gaze fixed on the miasma swirling deep within the canyon.

"It just doesn't last very long."

Ryoichi paused for a moment, then looked up following Yekura's gaze.

The next second, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

In the dense miasma ahead, one pair, two pairs, three pairs—a dozen pairs in total—of scarlet dragon eyes stared intently at them like will-o'-the-wisps in the dark night.

More Blood Pool Clan members were drawn over by the commotion of the battle!

"Hey, feed me—are you kidding me?"

Ryoichi's lips twitched.

His chakra and stamina are already depleted. Let alone being able to help, it would be good enough if he could just not be a hindrance.

"Looks like I'll have to clear the area myself."

Ye Cang sighed, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and several fireballs, even more dazzling than before, gathered around him.

The land of water, the capital hidden in mist.

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As the capital city of one of the five great kingdoms, the capital should be bustling and prosperous, if not teeming with activity.

But what Qingye saw at that moment was only the desolation and loneliness of the streets.

The city is shrouded in a thick fog that shrouds it in gloom year-round. Coupled with the Land of Water's policy of isolationism and the oppressive and terrifying rule of the Hidden Mist Village, "Village of Blood Mist," the country's economy has almost come to a standstill.

Most of the shops on both sides of the street had their doors tightly closed. Occasionally, a few pedestrians would pass by, but they were all in a hurry, their eyes revealing a deep numbness and vigilance.

"It's such a depressing place."

Aoba sighed helplessly.

If the capital of a country is experiencing such a severe economic downturn, one can only imagine the situation in other parts of the country.

However, Aoba didn't come here today to show concern for the people's livelihood in the Land of Water.

He was just bored and wanted to find some local delicacies from the Water Kingdom to try in this capital city.

After all, it's a coastal country, so seafood products should be quite plentiful.

However, reality slapped him hard in the face.

After much difficulty, they finally found an izakaya that was still open in a secluded alley. Full of anticipation, Aoba ordered a bowl of the restaurant's signature seafood noodles.

As soon as the noodles were served, a strong fishy smell hit the nose.

Despite his discomfort, Qingye picked up a mouthful of noodles and took a bite. The soft, mushy texture and the fishy smell that hadn't been properly cleaned almost made him vomit on the spot.

"Is this thing for human consumption?"

Qingye resisted the urge to overturn the table and put down her chopsticks.

Although he didn't expect to find any gourmet food in this place, this food wasn't just bad; it was an insult to his taste buds.

"Boss, check please."

Aoba stood up immediately.

A burly boss walked over, looked Qingye up and down, and a glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Sincerely, ten thousand taels."

The boss stretched out his large, muscular hand, his tone surprisingly excited.

Aoba paused for a moment, pushed up his glasses, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Ten thousand taels? You dare to charge me ten thousand taels for just a few plates of swill that even pigs wouldn't eat?"

Qingye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Enough nonsense! In this territory, what I say goes! If you don't pay, you're not leaving here alive!"

The boss held a boning knife and slammed it heavily on the cutting board, his triangular eyes gleaming with a greedy, fierce light.

He had already figured out that the bespectacled young man was from out of town, and that such a plump, tender-skinned man was a prime target for exploitation.

"Ignorance is bliss."

Aoba had no interest in drawing his sword. He simply raised his head slightly and met the boss's gaze. A flash of crimson appeared in his black eyes behind his glasses.

[Illusion Technique: The Technique of Seeing the Abyss]!

The next second, the shop owner's pupils suddenly dilated, and he froze instantly.

In his eyes, the surrounding walls were peeling away, the ground was cracking open with countless abyss-like fissures, and countless rotting hands reached out from the darkness, tightly gripping his ankles.

"Ahhh! Don't come any closer! Help! Help me!"

The boss screamed in terror, dropped the boning knife, and collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, frantically scratching his body as if countless monsters were devouring his flesh.

"Using eyes to cast illusions is so convenient!"

The piercing screams echoed through the small shop.

Aoba had already turned and walked out of the shop, gently closing the door behind her.

Hidden strength and name.

The food experience in the Land of Water was a zero.

Qingye shook his head, completely abandoning the idea of ​​continuing to wander around, and turned to walk towards the city gate.

Suddenly, a faint but clearly hostile chakra came from behind.

Aoba paused slightly, but did not stop.

He continued walking forward, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

Someone is following him.

Aoba walked unhurriedly to a secluded street corner.

"Come out."

He stopped, put his hands in his pockets, and casually called out.

A short figure suddenly jumped down from the rooftop next to him and landed steadily in front of Qingye, blocking his way.

He's a little kid who's not quite grown up yet.

Judging by his age, he looked to be around ten years old, with short white hair, purple eyes, and a sly smile that didn't match his age.

Aoba's gaze swept across the other person's face, instantly locking onto those distinctive purple eyes and those sharp teeth.

The ghost lantern clan?

"Hey, stranger."

"6

The little devil crossed his arms, slightly raised his chin, and spoke with an arrogance that was completely out of character for his age.

"Hand over your ninja sword, and I might consider letting you die a little more comfortably."

Aoba paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

Wow, that's so direct! Just as expected of Fog Shadow, getting straight to the point.

"Oh? You know I have a ninja sword?"

'

Seeing that Aoba had no intention of giving it to him, the little devil didn't waste any words and instead pulled out a scroll from his waist.

The scroll slowly unfurled, revealing seven different characters, each representing a sword belonging to one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

However, four of the characters were dim and lifeless, clearly indicating that the corresponding ninja sword had lost its power.

Of the remaining three characters, one rune that read "long" suddenly flickered, emitting a faint light.

bump!

With a puff of white smoke, a strangely shaped weapon, resembling a giant sewing needle, appeared in the imp's hand.

At the end of the weapon, there was also an extremely thin and tough steel wire attached.

Long knife and sewing needle!

Looking at the sword and then at the features of the white-haired brat before him, a name instantly flashed into Aoba's mind: "The Hozuki Clan—the scroll capable of summoning the seven ninja swords—"

Aoba pushed up his glasses, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "You wouldn't happen to be... Hozuki Mangetsu, would you?"

Hozuki Mangetsu, a genius rarely seen in Kirigakure in a century, is not only proficient in the Hozuki clan's water transformation technique, but also skilled in wielding all seven ninja swords.

"Oh? You actually know me?"

Hozuki Mangetsu grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "Since you know who I am, then obediently hand over your ninja sword! That's a treasure of Kirigakure, not something an outsider like you is qualified to take!"

Aoba didn't answer immediately, but instead glanced around out of the corner of her eye.

He is currently in a split form, with only half his chakra remaining, significantly reducing his strength.

If we were to fight Hozuki Mangetsu here, the commotion would definitely attract the attention of Kirigakure's Anbu.

He didn't want to be ganged up on by a group of Hidden Mist ninja.

"You want a ninja sword?"

Qingye chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"Then come along and see if you have the ability to take it."

Swish!

Before the words were even finished, Qingye's figure blurred instantly, turning into a blur and disappearing from the spot.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

Hozuki Mangetsu snorted coldly, picked up his long sword, Sewing Needle, and chased after him without hesitation.

Both of them moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they were far away from the City of Fog and deep into a dense forest.

"Outsider, you can't escape!"

Hozuki Mangetsu leaped rapidly among the tree branches, hurling his long sword, Sewing Needle, with a sudden burst of speed!

Whoosh!

The sharp needle tip, accompanied by a whistling sound, hurtled straight towards Qingye's back, while the steel wire at the end of the hilt drew a deadly arc in mid-air.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qingye twisted his body at an incredible angle in mid-air, the long sword grazing his clothes and deeply piercing into a large tree in front of him.

"It's not over yet!"

Full Moon yanked the steel wire with both hands, and the tough wire instantly tightened, cutting towards Qingye's waist like a cutting machine.

"Your physical skills are good, but you're still too inexperienced."

With a light tap of her toes on the tree trunk, Qingye rose upwards like a weightless leaf, easily avoiding the steel wire's cut.

Then, he formed a hand seal with one hand.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

A massive fireball erupted from Aoba's mouth, hurtling towards Hozuki Mangetsu with intense heat.

"cut!"

Man Yue immediately withdrew the needles and simultaneously formed hand seals, chanting, "Water Release: Water Wall!"

A wall of water rose from the ground, blocking all the fireballs.

A large amount of water vapor instantly filled the entire forest.

Under the cover of the steam, Man Yue quickly retracted the long sword, Sewing Needle, into the scroll, and then slapped the character "Explode" with her palm.

"Exploding Blade - Spray!"