I'm drawing manga in Naruto

"I'm sorry, I can't make that decision."

Looking around, Akabane saw that apart from a few leaders, the rest were women and children.

He didn't stop writing. These bandits had robbed countless amounts of money and killed countless people in the past; it was just that today it was their turn.

The background for the painting is already prepared; it is this forest path in the back mountain.

With a stroke of the brush, figures appeared in the painting, and then illusions suddenly arose.

The illusion was filled with carnage, a silent and painless carnage.

"This is the only thing I can do."

Akabane deliberately controlled his bloodline limit, erasing most of their pain and causing them to end their lives one by one in a dream.

These are all ordinary people; a little extra mental effort won't be much of a burden.

A few minutes later, the scroll was torn to shreds.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, their bodies covered in frostbite, as if they had been frozen to death.

Akabane looked at the mess and remained silent for a long time.

He killed someone.

Bloodless killing is more terrifying than actual bloodshed, because Akabane felt no ripples in his heart, as if he had merely erased a piece of a painting rather than actually killing a bunch of people.

"The Land of Whirlpools is in such a mess... Danzo came here to investigate the situation in the Land of Whirlpools, right?"

Akabane wasn't stupid, and knowing about the future, he instantly understood everything.

The seeds of Wochao Village's destruction were sown long ago; Rome wasn't built in a day.

"Akaba, you seem to be deep in thought. Have you realized something?"

A voice came from behind.

Danzo Shimura!

Akabane turned around, bowed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Teacher, the Land of Whirlpools..."

"I want to hear what's on your mind."

"The turmoil in the Land of Whirlpools has affected the Land of Fire. Given the Daimyo's attitude towards the Land of Whirlpools, he is unlikely to be friendly to them."

Akabane stated his conclusion.

This is not just a memory from later generations, but also a judgment he made based on the current clues.

"what."

Danzo chuckled, formed hand seals, and then exhaled a gust of wind that swept across the land with blades, creating a large crater in no time.

"Bury it."

"What do you think we should do next?"

Danzo said calmly.

A question, seemingly asking for advice, is actually more of a test.

Akabane pondered for a moment and said, "The Land of Whirlpools and the Land of Fire are not allied. Unless Whirlpool Village is in danger, there is nothing we can do."

"Ha, not bad, I'm appreciating you more and more."

Danzo slowly headed up the mountain.

Akabane buried the corpses, and only after finishing all this did he return to the mountaintop from the back.

"Teacher, it seems we can't stay on the mountaintop. We'll have to stay outdoors tonight as well."

Akabane surveyed the scene. The mountaintop was a mess; the houses were either stained with blood or burned by flames, clearly uninhabitable.

"It's fine, as long as I can stay here."

Danzo randomly found a room to stay in.

Zixiao and Shuomao hesitated for a moment, then settled into the room next door where someone had been killed.

Akabane followed them inside and saw that the two of them were deathly pale.

The body had been cleared, but the room was filled with the stench of blood, and with someone had just been killed, how could the two of them possibly sleep?

“I killed many people. Some of them were armed with knives and were real bandits, but many were just ordinary people…”

Zi Xiao was in unbearable pain, her face showing fear and guilt. At the same time, Shuo Mao beside her remained silent.

"We have no choice."

From beginning to end, Akabane knew clearly that he had no choice.

If he had a choice, he would rather stay in Konoha, never leaving his home, and focus on drawing his manga. But could he do that?

"The overwhelming force is something even a teacher cannot withstand, let alone us genin."

Akabane's words were pointed.

At this point, the blood inside the room congealed, emitting an even more unpleasant odor.

Chapter 37 Misty Village Rogue Ninja

"Did you sleep well last night?"

The next morning, Danzo got up early and exercised outside.

Seeing Zixiao and Shuomao leave, he glanced back and a slight smile appeared on his cold face.

Not bad...

"Thank you for your concern, teacher. We slept well."

Shuo Mao replied.

"I don't know about the others, but Akabane slept very well."

Zi Xiao sighed softly, a hint of envy in her voice.

He found it hard to believe that someone could not only sleep peacefully in such a blood-soaked room, but also stay in bed for so long. It was truly... a Konoha oddity.

"what."

Danzo couldn't help but laugh.

For a lazy person like Akabane, walking all day and using his bloodline limit to kill people had taken a toll on both his physical and mental health.

"Wake him up, we need to patrol the border."

Danzo said calmly.

"Huh? We really need to go on patrol?"

Akabane's shocked voice came from inside the house.

Being too smart is not a good thing, because it makes simple things complicated.

Danzo said, "Come out now, or I'll split you into two groups."

"Dividing the work into two groups is a good idea!"

Akabane's eyes lit up as he spoke.

"Zixiao, Shuomao, you go one way, Chiyu will go the other way with me."

After saying this, Danzo went down the mountain.

Akabane stared blankly; this was not the script he had anticipated!

"Wait, let's continue on the same route..."

After running out, Sakumo and Shishou headed in one direction, while Danzo headed towards the back mountain.

"I want to travel with Zixiao!"

Before Akabane could even voice his opinion, he had completely disappeared from sight.

Forget it, genin have no rights.

At the grassroots level, employees always end up doing the dirty and tiring work, which is then euphemistically called "training."

"Akaba, there are merchants passing by ahead. Go and protect them."

Heading north along the border from the mountaintop, when they reached a trade route, Danzo stopped and pointed in the direction of the Land of Whirlpools.

"alright."

If you've already guessed it, then encountering it shouldn't be too surprising.

Akabane continued along the trade route and soon arrived at the border between the two countries.

A boundary line is drawn here.

In the distance, several cars and a group of people were shouting as they fled towards the border of the Land of Fire.

Judging from the caravan markings, this is a merchant caravan from the Land of Whirlpools, however...

"That's... Granny Mito's mark?"

Akabane's eyes sharpened as he noticed a subtle mark in the lower right corner of the caravan's flag—Mito Uzumaki's personal mark!

"Ah...Quick, hurry, escape into the Land of Fire."

"Forget about the goods, escaping is the priority."

At this moment, the caravan leader abandoned his goods and rushed frantically toward the border.

Behind them, figures moved about, darting swiftly through the woods like ghosts.

Ninja!

Akabane's expression turned serious.

He had traveled long distances and killed people in the past two days, but he had never experienced a real ninja battle, and he was also unsure of the strength of these ninjas.

Are you looking for Danzo?

"No, he must be right there. If he doesn't want to help, there's no point in me going to find him; it would only delay the rescue."

Saving lives is urgent, and Akabane had no time to hesitate.

When the kunai in your hand gets stained with dye, a single swipe creates a backdrop.

The path and the woods were completed in a few breaths, and then dots of black ink were added to refine the lines, and the human figure appeared.

"We escaped! We escaped!"

The moment they crossed the border, many people were already exhausted and collapsed.

however……

The next second, a series of dark figures leaped from the distant forest, shuriken flying everywhere, showing no mercy even to those who had fled to the Land of Fire.

"what!"

"Run...run!"

Hearing the screams, the leader turned around and was horrified to find that the ninjas had not stopped their pursuit.

At this moment, Akabane finished the painting in his hands.

Five senses control!

In the painting, leaves transform into deadly blades, flying past the throats of several ninjas.

The instant of casting the spell—

The pain was like being pricked by needles, as intense as the feeling after a shadow clone was destroyed.

At the same time, the ninja who had been relentlessly pursuing the attacker suddenly felt blood gushing from his throat.

"Ho ho..."

There was no time to scream; only a momentary jolt of instinct and fear.

"what happened?"

"A ninja has made a move!"