Farewell, Konoha

Chapter 17
The three Mist Ninjas without forehead protection returned to the beach with the fishermen's supplies.

Chunin lightly tapped a genocide's thief, and casually said: "How many villages have you not collected yet?"

The ninja who was beaten was shocked in his heart, silently withdrew his hand from the bag, and said with a smile: "There are three other villages, I wonder if those can be richer."

"These villages are getting poorer than the other, and you can't get any points out of their hands."

As he spoke, he carried a bag of things behind his back, showing a bit of resentment, feeling that he was at a big loss.

Another Ninja said: "Be content, others will not be able to do it!"

Chunin looked at the two of them and sighed in his heart. They, commoner ninjas, competed for these unscrupulous interests, and they simply looked down on them.

With a somewhat numb expression, he said: "Hurry up, collect it as soon as possible, don't cause some troubles, if something happens, the village will not recognize our identities."

The two servants nodded quickly when they heard this, and stopped arguing. They came out to do dirty work, and their reputation was not good.

If you encounter a tricky idea, you can only deal with it yourself. If you are captured, it’s okay if you can save it, but you can’t.

Ha ha!

What greeted them was the exclusive assassination team of Mist Ninja, who directly silenced them without any reason, and their identity also directly became traitorous ninja.

And when they quickly came to the beach, Chunin's expression changed and his gestures changed.

[The situation is wrong! 】

Seeing this, the two subordinates looked at each other, put down the supplies on their bodies, and pulled out Kunai.

Swish!
The three of them spread out and headed towards the boat by the sea where they came.

As soon as the pace stopped, the scene that came into view, the small port by the sea, in front of their boat, two people wearing the same clothes stood there with their backs facing them without any cover.

Chunin gestured, and the two ninjas stopped to prepare for battle. He stepped forward and said, "Who are you two? I don't know what you are doing in front of our ship?"

Although he didn't have any premonition, as a person who came from the war years, his experience could make him feel a little uneasy.

boom!
The ground shook, and the vines rose from the ground. The two ninjas jumped, but they couldn't move faster than the vines.

In less than a breath, the two of them were directly entwined and rolled on the ground as zongzi.

As for the Chunin, his reaction speed was a lot faster, and he took a breath of time to breathe. His hand brushed across the vine in front of him. It was so hard that he failed to leave any traces.

Pupils shrink!
Wood escape?

It was too late to be surprised, and he used his strength to retreat instantly, and ran to the sea without looking back, quietly forming seals in his hands.

"Ok?"

The wooden spear, like a sharp blade, exploded from the ground, pierced through the Chunin in an instant, hung in mid-air, and turned into a puddle of water in an instant.

"Water Escape: The Art of Fog Concealment!"

嗤～
Countless mist gushed out from Chunin's mouth, and soon covered the coast.

The fog is getting thicker, and the line of sight is completely blocked, and the visible distance is less than ten meters.

Sheng Shu covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and flicked lightly, the dead wood mask appeared on his face, revealing the scarlet Sharingan.

For this kind of ninjutsu released by the mouth, Nakoki has an inexplicable dislike, and always feels a little dirty.

Under the vision of Sharingan, there are thin chakras everywhere in the fog, making it impossible to peek.

"It is indeed the most practical ninjutsu of Mist Ninja. The effect of confusing perception is very good, but it is a pity..."

The rope tree leaned over and pressed one hand on the ground, the ground suddenly squirmed, and a touch of green rose from the ground of the rocky beach.

As if spring came and everything revived, vines rose from the ground and spread wildly, entwining everything they touched.

And in the dense fog, a chunin next to him, holding a kunai, was trying to cut the vines on the genin's body, but after a few fruitless attempts, he cursed secretly.

"Damn it, why is it so hard!"

"not good!"

The perception of feedback in the technique of fog concealment, a large number of things rise from the ground and grow crazily.

And his fog concealment technique, this dense fog that is difficult to disperse, is constantly thinning.

The chakra contained in it is decreasing, and the mist is also swallowed by the vines and becomes the opponent's nourishment.

"Is this the wooden escape?"

"It's so scary!"

As he was amazed in his heart, his figure had already retreated, and he would not come out if the two ninjas did not come out. Even he himself was not the opponent of the other party and had to escape.

Snapped!
At some point, a vine was tightly locked around his ankle, and the mist had dissipated, and he lost his perception.

At the same time as being rich in experience, it also means relying on certain things, such as the perception provided by the technique of fog concealment.

He never imagined that the Kirigakure, which was hard to disperse by Mist Ninja, disappeared so quickly, without him reacting at all.

The soaring vines directly wrapped him into a rice dumpling the moment he staggered, constantly devouring his chakra, making his body weak and his feet weak.

No wonder they didn't show any signs of struggle after being wrapped up. This thought flashed through their minds, and they fell down unwillingly.

There was also a voice next to my ear: "The boat almost capsized in the gutter, and you ran away. It seems that the combat experience is still a little bit worse."

Zhishu was standing in front of Chunin at this time, and the huge vines hoisted the three of them in mid-air.

Looking at the three Mist Ninjas, seeing through the gap in the vines, he snatched the forehead guards from their arms.

The logo of Mist Ninja is four curves that symbolize the flow of water. It is very simple, but also full of meaning, which perfectly represents the characteristics of Mist Ninja.

"Sure enough, it's Mist Ninja, I didn't guess wrong!" Holding Mist Ninja's forehead guard in his hand, Nawaki looked at the three of them.

There are many ways to disturb Mist Shinobi, and what he is doing now is one of them.

Although these people are just civilian ninjas, if they lose a certain amount, it will have a great impact.

Quan also came over at this time, looked at the three Kirin, and looked at Naoki: "Are you going to kill them?"

Zhishu shook his head lightly, waved his hands at the vines that lifted the three of them up, and turned back into a tree, with three Mist Ninjas hanging from it, very much like Frieza in Dragon Ball Hell.

"They are still useful, but it depends on whether they are willing to speak."

"We won't open our mouths until we die, so there's no need to waste our efforts." Chunin faced Nawaki, expressing his loyalty to Wunin.

"If you don't want to, you can only hang it here as a human-shaped Chakra power bank."

For the last three words, Naoki elongated the ending, as if he didn't hear the Chunin's words, looked at the two Junin and smiled slightly.

The two subordinates felt a burst of malice, their backs felt cold, and their clothes didn't have any effect.

"How are you going to force them to confess?" Quan didn't have any means to respond to this.

Sheng Shu smiled: "I'm afraid you need to avoid it."

(End of this chapter)