from three generations

Chapter 8 Weaknesses
"Thorn."

Like cooking oil in a raging fire, the evil spirit's skin and head began to melt rapidly under the sunlight.

The evil spirit, which even ninjutsu couldn't destroy, was as fragile as snow in the sun, and its ability to regenerate was easily suppressed.

The evil ghost, who was originally rampant, also let out a scream of fear and pain.

"No! No!"

"I say!"

"It's Master Wu Mi!"

"I was made by Wu Mi!!"

Hiruzaru Sarutobi narrowed his eyes when he heard the familiar words,
"As expected"

Except that the timeline does not match, the characteristics of the evil spirit in front of him,

Human-eating evolution, immortality, and fear of the sun are all in line with the characteristics of the world in Sarutobi's memory.

The Blade of Demon Slayer.

The reason why the evil spirits in front of them can move in the daytime all depends on the special terrain of the valley where the sunlight can barely penetrate.

“It’s just that the timeline is a bit too early”

"It's 400 years too early..."

Hiruzaru Sarutobi looked at the evil ghost who was still screaming, and estimated in his heart,

"It seems that the current Wu Mi has not been tortured by that hunk from the sky."

"Even the name can be called directly by the ghosts of the lower level..."

"Isn't it imprisoned in the blood..."

Hiruzaru Sarutobi didn't think there was anything wrong with this timing.

On the contrary, Sarutobi Hiruzen can appreciate that godlike character in this timeline, comparable to the demeanor of the Sage of the Six Paths.

"Jiguo Yuanyi."

A glimmer of expectation rose in Sarutobi Hiruzen's heart.

In his opinion, it is impossible to become a ghost to seek longevity.

Even if the problems of sunlight and cannibalism were solved, Hiruza Sarutobi still looked down upon him.

After all, Demon Slayer is only a two-star world, and judging from Demon Wu Tsuji's combat performance, it can't match the shadow of a village in the Naruto world.

There are many opportunities for Sarutobi Hiruza, there is no need to imprison one's blood in a mere two-star world.

In contrast, Hiruzaru Sarutobi is looking forward to communicating with someone as talented as Ji Kuni Enichi.

"After all, it's the first generation who will cut down the heartless heart..."

"From zero to the ability to create breathing techniques, but I cherish it too much"

Hiruzaru Sarutobi thought about it, and took a step forward, just to block the sun's rays shining on the evil spirit's head.

The evil ghost suddenly stopped screaming, only panting heavily,

However, the super vitality made the evil spirit start to regenerate again, but because of the influence of the sun, the speed of the evil ghost's regeneration was much slower this time.
"If I don't become a ghost..."

"Ghosts are quite superior creatures..."

Hiruzaru Sarutobi admired Oni's stronger vitality than Wolverine, and praised him in his heart.

"Congratulations you are alive now"

Hiruzaru Sarutobi's expression was full of playfulness and a hint of imperceptible fanaticism.

"However, I will live as if lying on a test bench."

After all, as Dr. Ninja, it is normal to see interesting things and study them.

The island countries of this world were in extremely backward ancient times,

The roads and trails are extremely rough.

Only the official road is slightly gentler, and it is the first choice for caravans and troops to cross.

Now there is a mighty caravan on the official road, headed by several tall horses, followed by a considerable scale of load.

It can be seen that its scale is not small.

"It's getting dark..."

"Tell the people behind you to stay where you are"

“Still a distance from Kyoto..”

Among the caravan, a middle-aged man dressed in brocade with a shrewd and resolute expression gave instructions to the side.

Beside him is the old housekeeper and his young daughter.

After the old butler responded, he ordered the convoy behind to stay in place to rest and take turns to guard them.

After the butler left, the middle-aged man sighed softly, feeling physically and mentally exhausted along the way.

As the patriarch of a commercial family, if it wasn't for the messy world that made it more difficult for the caravan to travel, and there were no cronies in the family, he wouldn't have played in person.

In fact, in this era of unjust wars, it is quite unsafe to run business routes.

There are not only wild beasts in the mountains, but also real or fake robbers who come to rob the official road.

It would be good if they were real robbers. Most of the real robbers were desperate civilians. They only had a few broken knives and farm tools together, and most of them were emaciated.

Not a threat at all to a lightly armed caravan.

The most difficult thing to deal with is the fake robbers, who say that the robbers are actually soldiers.
Most of them are composed of wandering warriors and soldiers, and some even are registered family private soldiers. They are well-trained and ruthless, and they don't worry about the influence of robbery at all.

But thinking of this, the middle-aged man thought of something again, and said seriously to the neatly dressed girl beside him.

"Hezi.."

"Go wash up"

"Dress up neatly and go deliver meals to that Sarutobi-sama..."

The girl named Hezi shuddered in her heart, and understood what her father meant,
But there is no unexpected emotion in my heart, because clinging to the strong is the destination of women in this era.

And the Sarutobi-sama my father mentioned was the ninja-sama I met on the road,
A little older, but with almost incredible skills, with just three punches and two kicks, he broke up a group of more than 30 private soldiers and helped the caravan out of the siege.

It was also because of this incident that middle-aged people respectfully invited Master Sarutobi in, and enshrined him in the caravan as the highest rank.

"Yes, Father..."

Hezi bowed slightly, with an elegant demeanor, apparently having undergone rigorous Yamato Nadeshiko training.

"I just don't know if that Sarutobi-sama is a legend"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and hastily interrupted Hezi's guess.

"Be careful!"

"This is not something we should know to discuss.."

"It's good if this kind of strong man can cling to it, but it's also a good thing if he can't form a good relationship..."

"We are just ordinary merchants, and we don't need to get involved in those chaos."

As the head of a clan, middle-aged people still have wisdom. It is certainly a good thing to cling to the strong, but the strong are often equated with trouble.

As for the identity of Lord Sarutobi mentioned by Hezi, the middle-aged man held a negative attitude.

Because the Sarutobi-sama in front of him is a bit old, and he doesn't look like the warrior of the famous Sanada family.

But no matter what, his powerful ability cannot be faked, and the ability he only shows has the ability of a general to be the enemy of a hundred people.

In any country or big clan in ancient times, this is enough to be a marquis and a general.

"Yes.. Father"

Hezi nodded and said nothing, but was a little nervous about the next thing.

I don't know if that adult would like a woman like her.

On the other side, in the separate tent, the oil lamps were brightly lit.

The figure of Sarutobi Hiruzen stood in it, and on the wooden table in front of him, a ghost with four arms and claws was tied tightly to it.

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(End of this chapter)