Naruto: I survive in the land of blood mist

Hidden Mist Village

Takeuchi Weapon Shop, Wuxin took a long sword from the wall full of weapons in the shop.

Clang!

Wuxin pulled out half of the blade, looked at it for a few times, and showed satisfaction in his eyes. He put the sword back into the sheath and said loudly to the boss Takeuchi Taro who was sitting at the counter:

"Uncle Takeuchi, take this ninja sword away, put it in the account."

"You are really good at choosing. Can you wield this sword with your body shape?"

Takeuchi Taro glanced at the sword held by Wuxin, his eyes were a little suspicious, but he was very good at accounting, and wrote down the long sword item number, price, and buyer in the account book.

"Give it to someone, my little arms and legs, how can I use such a thing. Let's go."

Wuxin replied, then put the sword on his back and strode out of the weapon shop.

Wuxin walked towards the east of the village without rushing or slowing down, and arrived at his destination in a short while.

Wuxin stood outside the yard of a residential villa and looked at the house number.

"No. 599, East District, is this the place?"

After confirming that it was correct, Wuxin knocked on the door.

In less than two seconds, the courtyard door opened. Murayama Yuto, who opened the door very quickly, glanced at Wuxin and said lightly:

"Come in, come in."

After Murayama Yuto finished speaking, he jumped a few times and jumped onto the wooden porch next to the house.

"Hey, wait, that step doesn't count. My disciple is here, and I was in a hurry to open the door, so I accidentally bumped into it."

Murayama Yuto's impetuousness made Wuxin a little puzzled.

Wuxin walked into the yard and took a look at the yard. The area was spacious, with several lush green trees planted. The main building was a two-story structure, and there was a porch outside the door on the first floor.

On the porch, Murayama Yuto and a thin man sat opposite each other, with a chessboard placed in the middle. The index fingers of the two seemed to be on the same chess piece.

Wuxin walked towards the two people playing chess. The thin man turned his head to look at Wuxin, then retracted his gaze, pushed the chess piece held by his right index finger back, and said softly:

"No regrets after making a move, Yuto."

"Regret a move? Am I that kind of person? This was an accidental touch, it doesn't count."

Murayama Yuto looked calm, and pushed the index finger holding the chess piece towards his side of the chessboard.

The thin man did not give in at all, and his index finger touched the front half of the chess piece, while Murayama Yuto touched the back half. Wuxin felt that the chessboard seemed to be shaking.

Wuxin looked at the chess piece they were holding, and from the gap between their hands, he could see that the chess piece was a flying horn, a chess piece in shogi similar to a rook.

"Ahem, teacher, I brought the long sword you wanted, and the price is 50,000 taels. But as an employee of the weapon shop, I enjoy a 50% discount, so I only need to pay 25,000 taels."

Wu Xin said as he took off the long sword on his back. On the way, he didn't hold it firmly, and the long sword fell and landed on the chessboard.

Bang!

With a bang, the long sword hit the chessboard, causing all the chess pieces on the chess to be in a mess.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mention the sword much!"

Wu Xin apologized quickly, squatted down, picked up the sword, and handed it to Murayama Yuto on the left.

"You're so impatient!"

Murayama Yuto's face was stern, he took the long sword, looked back at the chessboard, sighed, and said:

"Forget it, let's call this game a draw...right?"

The thin man's eyes widened, he looked at the chessboard, then looked up at Murayama Yuto, and finally turned to look at Wu Xin. The thin man took a breath, smiled, and shook his head gently:

"According to the trend, you will definitely lose. However, the situation was disrupted by an accident, and the outcome is unknown, so let's just... call it a draw."

At the end, his tone was a little helpless.

Murayama Yuto seemed to be in a good mood, and said with a smile:

"Oh, a draw is a draw, really, why are you so serious.

Look, this is my birthday gift for you."

Murayama Yuto said, and handed the long sword he bought from Wuxin to the thin man.

Wuxin watched quietly, the two behaved very familiarly, Wuxin was a little curious about the relationship between this man and Murayama Yuto.

"Birthday gift..."

The thin man stretched out his left hand with some emotion and took the long sword. From the moment he got the sword, the lazy temperament on the man disappeared instantly, and Wuxin, who was standing aside, suddenly felt his hair stand up.

"What's going on with this feeling...?"

Wuxin narrowed his eyes, puzzled and secretly alert.

The thin man's eyes were sharp, and he slowly scanned the long sword, from the handle of the long sword to the end of the scabbard, as if he was looking at some treasure.

Suddenly, the man sighed, put the long sword on the chessboard, and returned to laziness, saying softly:

"Holding the sword, I will think of..." He seemed to remember something, paused, and changed the subject: "Ninja, this kind of life is really boring..."

The feeling that made Wuxin feel dangerous, and disappeared as the long sword was put down.

Wuxin secretly guessed that this thin man must be a ninja with extraordinary swordsmanship, and asked Murayama Yuto beside him:

"Teacher, who is this?"

Murayama Yuto looked peaceful and smiled:

"Takami Yoshiyuki, my teammate during the Genin period, and also my best friend."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Murayama Yuto turned to look at Wuxin, his face changed, and he said seriously:

"As for the long sword payment, it will be deducted from the next mission."

"Ah?"

Wuxin was surprised for a moment and nodded:

"Yes! It should be."

The thin man Takami Yoshiyuki saw the conversation between the teacher and the student, and a teasing smile appeared on his face:

"You still like to tease your subordinates so much. After so many years, there is really no change..."

"Ah, there is still change. With our efforts, the blood mist has dissipated."

Murayama Yuto's words are meaningful.

Gao Jianyixing's smile slowly faded, and he lowered his head to look at the long sword on the chessboard, and said:

"Has the blood mist...dissipated?"

It sounded like a question, or like he was talking to himself.

"It has dissipated...those tragedies will never happen again."

Murayama Yuto spoke softly, as if persuading, or comforting.

Strangely, Wuxin felt his hair stand on end again, but this time he noticed the source of his uneasiness.

Gao Jianyixing, who was sitting cross-legged below, had a blank expression on his face, and his cold eyes seemed to contain a heavy sense of violence, as well as resentment...

"I can see that this sword was made by a skilled craftsman. Fifty thousand taels is a good value for money."

Gao Jianyixing lifted the long sword on the chessboard with his left hand, and stood up while speaking.

Gao Jianyixing walked down the eaves of the corridor, looked at the big tree with lush branches and leaves in the courtyard, and stood still. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Yuto Murayama, expressionless and said:

"The blood mist has dissipated, can the dead come back to life?"

"Yiyuki! The dead cannot be resurrected! I am also very sorry for Yume's death! But all this is in the past! We must look to the future!"

There was visible pain and helplessness in Yuto Murayama's eyes.

"Yumemi...Future..."

Takami Yoshiyuki whispered softly, and slowly grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand.