Naruto: I survive in the land of blood mist

After Samejima Ryoma finished his questioning, the field was silent. In view of Takumi's fate, no one dared to respond.

The silent atmosphere in the field gradually became depressing. Samejima Ryoma took out a pocket watch from his vest slowly, opened the cover of the pocket watch and looked at the time, and said coldly:

"Since there is no objection, then the fifty-eight groups of candidates will go to the corresponding training grounds for competition according to the previous division, and the examination time will be one hour.

As your teacher, I emphasize again that the loser of this exam has only one ending, that is... death!"

When Samejima Ryoma said the last word of death, he exuded a fierce murderous aura again. At the same time, the four examiners beside him also cooperated to exude the murderous aura of elite ninjas. For a moment, the majestic murderous aura swept all the candidates on the field.

Gu...

Under the fierce murderous aura, many candidates suddenly looked sluggish, and many of them even swallowed their saliva uncontrollably.

Seeing that the coercion, oppression and teasing were almost over, Samejima Ryoma waved his hand and said:

"The exam begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the candidates jumped away from their original positions as if they had received a pardon.

The five teachers said nothing and watched the candidates leave quietly. After a while, a Chunin teacher on the right side of Samejima Ryoma asked softly:

"Ryoma-sama, why don't you let Wuxin and Momochi Zabuza face off?

They are the two best people in the class. In the usual competitions, they are always evenly matched.

The graduation exam should be able to determine the winner, right?"

When Samejima Ryoma heard his colleague's question, he did not answer immediately. After a slight silence, he said softly:

"Wushin and Momochi Zabuza are not close friends. Besides, the selection of Genin is not to select the best one or two Genin, but to select a group of excellent ninjas.

Wushin and Momochi Zabuza are both rare geniuses, and they are also descendants of well-known ninjas in the village. Mizukage-sama is also paying attention to them...

The purpose of the graduation exam is to let students cut off their ties and understand the true meaning of ninjas. ..”

Samejima Ryoma paused for a moment, and then said with a complicated expression:

“It’s not that they died meaninglessly…”

Another Chunin teacher on the left heard Samejima Ryoma’s words, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he whispered:

“I see, to be honest, even I often feel pressure from Zabuza Momochi and Mushin.

Sir Ryoma, did you hurt Mitsui Takumi in order to recruit Mushin in the future?”

Samejima Ryoma’s expression became serious after hearing the words, and he turned his head to look at the ninja who asked the question, and said coldly:

“No, I didn’t hurt Mitsui Takumi on purpose, Takumi just looked seriously injured, but he was actually not injured.

Although I admire Mushin, I will never deliberately favor him, this is the ethics of a teacher.

After all, in this graduation exam, the candidates have to pay with their lives…”

Samejima Ryoma’s voice became lower and lower at the end.

......

A17 training ground

Wuxin supported Mitsui Takumi and slowly put him on the ground.

"Takumi, how are you? Can you hold on?"

Mitsui Takumi was severely injured by the teacher Samejima Ryoma before. The blood flowing from the corners of his mouth dyed his chin red, and he looked very miserable.

Mitsui Takumi put his hands on his chest and rubbed the place where he was grabbed by the teacher Samejima Ryoma before.

"I... I'm fine, cough cough... Wuxin, kill me.

In this exam, only one of us can survive...

I... I'm not your opponent, Wuxin... take care of my parents for me..."

Takumi's eyes were scattered, his expression became more and more listless, and he responded to Wuxin softly, telling his last words.

Wuxin looked at Mitsui Takumi's miserable state, listened to his last words, frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"Takumi, I said, I will never do this!

Believe me, there is a way to pass this exam without dying!

You know Momochi Zabuza, he..."

Puff!

Wuxin's words suddenly stopped, his expression was dull, and he slowly lowered his head to look at his chest. A black kunai blade pierced his heart.

Below, Mitsui Takumi, who was lying on the ground with a listless look, burst of smoke gushed out of his body, and the whole person suddenly turned into a wooden stake.

"Substitute... body technique..."

Wuxin slowly turned his head, glanced sideways, and looked at the murderer behind him.

Mitsui Takumi's chin was mixed with blood, but his face was not listless. At this moment, there was shame, self-blame, reluctance, hesitation... and the pride of the conspiracy succeeding in his eyes.

"Takumi... for...Why?"

Wuxin's eyes were blurred. After seeing that the person behind him was indeed his friend Takumi, his face was full of disbelief, and he stammered out the last question.

Faced with Wuxin's question, Mitsui Takumi's eyes were filled with guilt, and he choked:

"I'm sorry... Wuxin, forgive me, I... I don't want to die!"

Mitsui Takumi's guilt lasted for less than three seconds, and his movements became more brutal. He twisted the handle of the kunai with force, and the sharp blade of the kunai stirred Wuxin's flesh and blood.

The expression on Mitsui Takumi's face gradually twisted and became hideous. He shouted hysterically:

"Wuxin! Only one person can survive this exam!

Teacher Samejima Ryoma said that the only outcome for losers is death! Only death!

Wuxin, even if we don't kill each other, we will be killed by the teacher in the end!

I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!

Wuxin, help me, let me live!

I want to live!"

Mitsui Takumi's expression became more and more ferocious. The kunai that pierced Wuxin's heart twisted, and he thought Wuxin was not dying fast enough, so he pulled out the kunai and stabbed hard, shouting hysterically while stabbing.

"Die, die, die!"

Mitsui Takumi stabbed dozens of times in succession, and the movement slowly stopped.

"Hah...hah...hey..."

Mitsui Takumi sat on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at Wuxin who was completely motionless, sad tears fell from Mitsui Takumi's eyes, and at the same time, joy emerged.

"Wuxin, don't worry, I will inherit your name of genius and live for you! Hahahaha! "

Mitsui Takumi was a little crazy, excited and sad.

"No, Takumi, I will live well on my own..."

A faint voice came from behind Mitsui Takumi at an inopportune time, and at the same time, there was the sound of a sharp blade piercing his body.

Puff!

Mitsui Takumi's left chest was pierced by a kunai, just like Wuxin's heart was pierced before. Mitsui Takumi looked down at the kunai that pierced his heart in disbelief, and his eyes turned to the dead Wuxin below.

Wusin below was silent, and the scarlet blood that was originally gushing out strangely turned into clear water color. As the color changed, Wuxin's body also turned into a human-shaped water wave and turned into a pool of clear water.

"What...what ninjutsu is this...?

When did you...perform it? "

Mitsui Takumi turned his head with difficulty, staring at Wuxin who was crouching behind him and maintaining an assassination posture, and asked the last question of his life with difficulty.

He was enrolled in the civilian department of the village, and he could not recognize the ninjutsu performed by Wuxin. At the same time, he was chilled by Wuxin's defense against him.

"Water clone technique... a durable water clone that condensed half of my chakra.

I used it when you pretended to rub your chest with your hands, but actually secretly formed a seal.

Takumi... you stabbed me so many times, I... I should return your sword, right...? "

While answering Mitsui Takumi, Wuxin loosened his hand holding the kunai and slowly stood up. His last question was a little weak and his voice was weak.

Standing, Wuxin looked down at Mitsui Takumi's unwilling and gradually dim eyes, until the light in his eyes completely dissipated, becoming dull and empty.

After a long time, Wuxin raised his head and looked at the sky. His nose twitched and his expression was a little sad... a little confused... a little regretful... a little at a loss.

Wuxin slowly raised his hands, looked at the blood sliding down between his fingers, and murmured:

"Blood... This is... Takumi's blood..."