Konoha's talent

After dinner, four tents were also set up in this clearing. One belonged to the eight-character Hu, and the other three belonged to the entourage. As for Saitama, he himself asked to rest on the roof of the car, because the tiger slept in the car at night. .

The space in the car is large enough for a tiger to sleep in early spring, and the bed inside is comfortable and spacious.

Sitting on the roof of the car, Saitama looked up at the stars.

"The environment in Naruto World is really good! There are so many stars at night." Saitama remained vigilant while listening to the grunt coming from the car.

He was the only one on this mission, and he had to remain vigilant at all times.In the afternoon, he was in a state of half-rest and half-vigilance, just to recharge his energy at night.

After all, there are servants staying awake during the day, but at night these people are all asleep.

Saitama took the knife out, pointed it at the sky, and slowly lay down on the roof of the car.

"Wow!" The knife swept across the air, making a noise.

Putting the knife next to him casually, Saitama put his hands behind his head, his lips tucked, and he smiled.

He really likes such a peaceful environment. He is the only one to stay awake, making him feel that the world belongs only to him.

"Strike!" The unattainable footsteps were caught by Saitama's ears, his hand touched the knife in an instant, and he sat up immediately, his eyes falling where the sound came.

"Hello! Choose this way to greet you." Two masked figures appeared on the branch over there, and the speaker was wearing a "Sura" mask.

Without speaking, Saitama's footsteps were very light, and he fell to the ground. He did not feel hostility from the two men.

"Who are you?" Saitama looked at the two.

"We have met before, and my companion has suffered a bit from your hand. Do you remember it?" The ninja who led the Shura mask was still talking.

"Gen?" Saitama said at the right time, thinking of the root ninja who was shaking with fright before.

"What's the matter with you?" Saitama's tone was still puzzled. It stands to reason that Danzo's bad attitude towards Uchiha shouldn't be allowed to show his kindness to himself over and over again.

"It's the reason for the last time, we invited you to join us. We are all aware of your talents, and I hope you can consider it carefully." Shura's tone was flat, without the slightest fluctuation, just like a machine.

"I'm from Uchiha, why should I join an inexplicable troop?" Saitama smiled sarcastically.

"Because adults need your talent!" Shura's tone was a little stiff, as if he was emphasizing something.

"Hehe, what if I don't join you?" Saitama felt that the aura of the two in front of him began to change, they were no longer so friendly, and their tone became more serious.

"My lord said that if we can let Saitama join us, it's best, but if he doesn't cooperate, he can only bring a pair of eyes back." Shura's eyes were exposed through the holes in the mask, bloodshot.

"Interesting!" The arc on his body began to flash, and Saitama jumped to the nearby woods. He didn't think there was any need to disturb the people here.

"Chasing!" Shura uttered a word, and the man behind the "evil" mask nodded.

"Uchiha Saitama, you really don't agree?" Shura stood not far in front of Saitama, his aura became increasingly unfriendly, as if to give the last reminder.

"You are going to dig my eyes, can I still stand and let you dig?" Saitama spit out, with a move, preemptively!

"Boom!" Kicked Shura's face, the knife greeted the evil spirit while the thunder light flashed.

"Huh! I don't know what the hell!" Shura was kicked and said to Saitama like a okay person.

"Huh?" Saitama was a little surprised. He did actually hit the kick just now, even if it is a Shangnin, it is impossible to get better.

"Buzz!" The sound of wings inciting sounded around, and dense black shadows surrounded it.

It was originally at night, his vision was blocked, and the insects were very small, and his eyes were solemn, and Saitama silently opened the writing wheel.

"What the lord wants is those eyes?" Shura whispered. He had seen a lot of Sangouyu's writing round eyes, and Shuanggouyu didn't care about it.

Raising his hands flat and pointing his palms at Saitama, a swarm of insects began to rush towards Saitama.

With the writing wheel eyes, Saitama's vision is no longer restricted by the night, and he can see the enemy's every move and the trajectory of those insects.

"His!"

"Cracking!"

Chidori flow converged in both hands, and then transmitted to the sword.

"Heh!" The evil spirit rushed forward and slammed towards Saitama. He was just cut to his body by Saitama's knife, leaving a shallow wound on his chest, but Saitama's Chidori let him The muscles around the wound lost their intuition.

Although he was very angry, the evil spirit did not lose his mind and still cooperated with Shura.

The swarm was behind him, and his fist came to Saitama in a blink of an eye.

"Yeah!" A knife slashed at the arm, making a metallic sound. Saitama's knife was blocked, and it didn't hurt the evil spirit.

Looking intently, the evil spirit's arm was black and brown, like a rock, and the attack just cut in for a few minutes before it was stuck, and no real damage was caused.

"Om Weng!" While thinking, the swarm of insects rushed towards his face.

"Hiss!" Chidori flow covered the whole body, and then radiated out with the body as the origin.

"Fuck!"

The corpse of the insect fell to the ground like rain, and soon accumulated like snow on the feet.

"Bang!" An unobserved, the evil spirit's fists hit his face.

The hard fist, like a stone, hit the face firmly.

"Puff!" The teeth and lips collided, and blood suddenly appeared.

"Bah!" Saitama leaped back, avoiding another attack from the evil spirit, Saitama spit out a blood-filled saliva, with a chill on his face.

"Humph!" Shura stood behind the evil ghost again, staring straight at Saitama.

He and the evil spirit have always existed as a combination, one in front to attract the enemy's attention, the other in the back to wait for opportunities.

Saitama held the sword across his chest, did not ignore the blood dripping from his mouth, and became more vigilant.

"That evil spirit seems to have practiced ninjutsu similar to earth spear technique, and his body is very hard. It is more difficult to deal with than the sand Ninja he encountered before, and the other one should be an insect control master of the oily girl clan."

In the fight just now, Saitama only got this little important information, and he knew in his heart that his intelligence must be kept in mind by the enemy, and he pursed his mouth, planning the next attack in his heart.

Chapter 41 is dead, like water disappears in water

"Strike!" Blue and white electric current surged in this woods.

"Cracking!" With a kick on the "evil"'s chest, Saitama bent his body halfway and stomped hard.

"Boom!"

The whole person immediately jumped into the air, and the knife in his hand was filled with thunder.