Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

The remaining bandits wished they had more legs and turned to run away, but no matter how fast ordinary people were, they couldn't outrun Qingye's sand.

In just over ten seconds, everyone except Qingye and the bandit leader who was bound by sand went to the Pure Land.

"Ninja... Ninja-sama..."

Having witnessed his men being killed by Qingye in just a few seconds, the bandit leader had lost his initial ferocity, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Spare me! Ninja sir, spare me! I have so much money! I'll give it all to you! Don't kill me!"

Aoba walked up to him, her sunglasses reflecting the other's face contorted with fear.

"I'll take the money myself."

As for your life... ha!

Aoba pressed his palm against the bandit leader's head.

With a muffled shout, the bandit leader convulsed uncontrollably, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

To deal with this kind of person, Aoba wouldn't take his time to investigate; he would directly use force to break in.

A moment later, Qingye withdrew her hand, her brows furrowing slightly.

"It's not that simple after all."

Just as Aoba turned around, the sand suddenly tightened.

Click.

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and pleasant. The bandit leader's head drooped limply, and he fell silent.

……

The battle ended quickly.

When Aoba finished dealing with the core personnel inside and came out, the battle on the outside had already subsided.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered across the open ground of the village, the heavy stench of blood filling the air and making one want to vomit.

Kurenai no longer hid herself and was now by Kurenai's side. Aoba seemed to have known all along and was not surprised at all.

The situation with the red one is not very good.

She leaned against a pillar, clutching a kunai tightly in her hand, blood still dripping from its tip.

The kunai was trembling slightly, and her arm was shaking as well.

One drop, two drops...

Fresh blood fell to the ground, splattering into tiny blood flowers.

Her eyes were somewhat vacant as she stared blankly at the corpse of a young robber on the ground, a man who didn't look much older than her.

Moonlight shone through the clouds onto her face, making the few drops of blood that had splattered on it appear exceptionally alluring, exuding a broken beauty.

Asma squatted a short distance away, his hands supporting his knees, trying to suppress the discomfort in his stomach.

His chakra blade lay discarded to the side, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

This was Kurenai Yuhi's first murder.

It was also Asuma's first time.

Killing is a required course for ninjas.

Reality is not child's play. The rich B-rank, A-rank, and even S-rank missions on the resumes of every Jonin are built with blood and lives.

But knowing and doing are two completely different things.

At that moment, they truly understood the bloodshed and cruelty behind the word "ninja".

Aoba walked up to Shinku and reported in a low voice.

"Everything inside has been resolved. I've obtained new information from the leader's mind."

"This gang of bandits is supported by a group of wandering ninjas, about ten of them. Their strength is unknown. They seem to have migrated from the Land of Hot Water."

Shinku's brows furrowed.

Aoba glanced at Kurenai and Asuma, who seemed unwell, and continued, "Uncle Kurenai, take them somewhere to rest. Leave the rest to me!"

After a ninja sees blood for the first time, they are prone to psychological problems and need timely guidance.

Especially for female ninjas, Shinku, as Kurenai's father, is undoubtedly the best choice.

Shinku remained silent for a moment. He glanced at his still trembling daughter, then at Aoba, who looked calm, as if she had only done something insignificant.

He nodded, his voice low.

"Okay, be careful."

"Yes, I will be careful!"

Qingye responded, and with a flicker, disappeared into the night.

The night wind rustled through the treetops.

Qingye's figure moved swiftly through the forest.

He had obtained a map of the surrounding terrain from the memories in the bandit leader's mind, including the hiding place of the group of wandering ninjas.

Twenty minutes later.

He appeared in front of a village, where the words "Iwate Village" were engraved on a wooden archway at the entrance.

The entire village was quiet in the night, without lights or barking dogs, like a dead zone forgotten by the world.

He took out a soldier's ration pill, put it in his mouth, and walked straight into the village.

Aoba made no attempt to conceal himself and simply swaggered in.

As soon as Qingye stepped into the village, her nostrils twitched slightly, and she immediately smelled the faint scent of blood in the air, as well as the smell of corpses about to decompose.

Although the taste was very mild, it still couldn't escape his professional judgment.

It's obvious without even thinking that everyone in this village has perished.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

shhhhhh!

Countless kunai-like swords, gleaming with a cold light, shot out from the shadows from all directions, blocking all his escape routes.

Several detonating tags were also mixed in.

Boom boom boom—!

The violent explosion instantly engulfed the area where Qingye was, with flames shooting into the sky and debris and wood chips flying everywhere.

"I thought he was some kind of formidable character, but he's just a clueless kid."

"Stop talking nonsense, go check if he's dead!"

However, when the smoke cleared, a section of broken wooden stake remained in the pit.

"What?!"

He was met with several piercing screams, which sent a chill down the spine of the leading wandering ninja.

"Over there!"

"Surround him! Kill him!"

A group of wandering ninjas rushed out of their hiding place and surrounded the source of the screams, hoping to use their numbers to kill the brat on the spot.

Three minutes later.

The village returned to its tranquility.

Only the wandering ninja leader remained. The ninja gripped his long sword, which trembled uncontrollably before falling to the ground with a clang.

Looking at the corpses of his companions scattered on the ground and the terrifying sand pythons still writhing, his mental defenses completely collapsed, and the ninja collapsed to the ground.

"A monster..."

He crawled backward on his hands and feet, his crotch getting soaked.

Qingye walked towards him step by step, each step feeling like she was stepping on his heartbeat.

"No...don't come any closer! Ah!!"

The wandering ninja screamed and turned to run, but as soon as he took a step, his ankle was grabbed tightly by a grain of sand that emerged from the ground.

Soon, the sand spread upwards along the ninja's legs, enveloping him completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only his terrified head exposed.

"goodbye."

Aoba loosely grasped the handle with one hand.

"Sand-bound coffin."

puff!

The human-shaped silhouette encased in sand suddenly contracted, and bright red blood gushed out from the gaps in the sand, a few drops splashing onto Qingye's cheeks, warm and sticky.

After eliminating the last enemy, Aoba did not leave. He stood quietly in place, with invisible sand slowly swirling around him, making a soft friction sound.

"Have you had enough of the show?"

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

His voice was soft, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

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