A Demon Who Can Use Ninja Techniques / Who Is the Real Upper Rank Three?

After that useless Enmu dies, Lower Rank Moon One's position will definitely be taken by you, Brother Rokuro.

"You can't say that. The younger generation surpasses the older. You're much better at treating patients than I am, Brother Byakuya. You go ahead."

"No, no, no, you go ahead, I'll cover for you."

"That won't do. Young people need to be energetic and not back down when faced with challenges."

In the dark forest, Rokuro and Byakuya, two of the Twelve Kizuki, were promoting their few virtues.

If Muzan were to shift his attention here again, he would probably regret his previous decision and simply eliminate him.

Chapter 338 The Demon Who Can Use Ninjutsu

Back to the present, Shinri Masato, lying on the ground, is still in a daze.

"Did I pick up the wrong script?"

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. Looking at the Scribe standing not far away, he felt that everything he had done and said before was as childish as a child's.

It's like a baby holding a small knife trying to argue with an adult holding a sharp sword.

The difference between the two cannot be described in just a few words.

"You're invincible under the moon, huh?"

With a sigh, the Scribe slowly began to speak.

"You don't even understand the nature of the Three Sacred Treasures, yet you dare to say you are invincible."

"The nature of the Three Sacred Treasures?"

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, the real person was momentarily speechless.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that his research on the Three Sacred Treasures was indeed very superficial.

Whether it's information gleaned from history books or rumors learned through firsthand investigations.

These things can only play a very small role in helping one understand the true nature of the Three Sacred Treasures.

No matter how powerful his Shinri Family, was, it was impossible for them to acquire Three Sacred Treasures and hand them over to him for research.

In this respect, Scribe have a natural advantage.

He lived longer than most ghosts, so he could freely choose any era when the Three Sacred Treasures were unclaimed and study them to his heart's content.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have known that the Three Sacred Treasures were only "artifacts" in a symbolic sense.

"According to rumors, the Three Sacred Treasures should be related to gods such as Amaterasu."

With a lift of her foot, the Scribe slowly walked towards the real person.

"But whether it is Amaterasu, the sun god, or Yamata no Orochi, also known as Yamata no Orochi, or something else."

At this point, the Scribe paused slightly.

"Which one of them is related to the so-called moon?"

A simple sentence, yet it struck the real person's heart like a heavy blow.

As a ghost, a human would hardly have a heartbeat or any other physiological activity.

Even the flow of blood was already extremely slow.

Even after hearing those words, he still felt a tightness in his chest.

I almost couldn't catch my breath and fainted.

"You're talking nonsense!"

He shouted at the Scribe, his face filled with anger.

"Even if what you say is true, how do you explain the invincible divine power I gained under the protection of the moonlight?"

Do you think you're invincible?

Another seemingly casual question left the real person speechless once again.

If I were truly invincible, how could I be unable to resist that great man?

Leaving aside the terrifyingly powerful Kokushibo, even facing Doma now would be somewhat troublesome.

Not to mention the Scribe who almost killed himself with a single stab.

Suddenly, a liquid, whether sweat or something else, started flowing down his forehead.

The confidence that a real person gains during the time after becoming a demon and acquiring the Blood Demon Art.

It collapsed in a short period of time.

"So what if that's the case!"

A crimson light shone from his pupils as the real person stared intently at the Scribe, still trying to argue.

"What makes you think that what you say is correct?"

"Do you really think that you, a human being, can study them more thoroughly than I have?"

"I've been researching this for almost a century!"

Hearing the real person's stubborn words, the Scribe couldn't help but sigh.

"Is a hundred years a long time?"

Looking at the Scribe standing there with a calm expression, Zhenren fell silent once again.

At first, he addressed the Scribe as "sir," which was simply a habit he retained from his time as a human.

In reality, this does not change his nature as a demon, cruel and bloodthirsty.

But at this moment, he truly felt it from the other person.

I could feel the "flavor" of history.

As a ghost obsessed with studying the Three Sacred Treasures and history, he believed his intuition was correct.

He had only ever felt that sense of vicissitude from Kokushibo and the adult.

Even the Doma couldn't compare to the shock that the Scribe brought him.

My own life, which has lasted for a hundred years, is nothing compared to his, not even as valuable as a firefly under the blazing sun.

"You..."

The anger on his face gradually subsided, and Zhenren pointed a finger at Scribe, his voice trembling slightly.

"Just how long have you lived?"

"Who knows?"

With an indifferent shrug, the Scribe said nonchalantly.

"I've long forgotten about that kind of thing."

The Scribe has always believed that the length of one's life does not necessarily indicate whether a person is young or old.

Whether someone is psychologically and intellectually mature is the best proof of their "age".

Like Muzan, a guy who, even after living for thousands of years, still does foolish things.

At best, he's no different from most ordinary people.

Seeing the Scribe so composed, the real man couldn't help Muzan recall what Muzan had said to him.

Although his abilities were recognized by the adults, they also said not to underestimate the Scribe.

Countless ghosts have met a tragic end at the hands of the Scribe.

Even among the Twelve Kizuki, many were killed by them.

But at the time, I was bursting with confidence and almost blown away by Muzan's "praise," so I didn't take it to heart at all.

Seeing the shocked expression on the real person's face, Scribe raised an eyebrow.

How long ago was it? Did I also encounter a similar Twelve Kizuki?

It seems to be an Upper Rank also.

What's your name?

I forgot.

Never mind, it's not important.

He held his Nichirin Blade high, a burst of intense firelight flashing across its blade.

"A ghost is a ghost, die!"

In an instant, the blade traced a circle in mid-air from top to bottom.

Sun Breathing * Second Form * Azure Sky

The flames, as intense as the sun, were scorching his body. He had no idea how to dodge them and escape this calamity.

But suddenly, a third voice appeared.

"Is this all the Upper Rank Three is capable of?"

In less than a second, a black circle about half the size of a person appeared behind the real person.

From it emerged a large hand covered in scales.

He grabbed the real person by the neck and was about to pull him inside.

With a cold look in his eyes, the Scribe suddenly exerted his strength.

"Whoosh!"

Already moving too fast for an ordinary person to see, the blade accelerated again, slashing directly at the forearm of the large, scaled hand.

"Ninja Art: Substitution Technique!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a large cloud of smoke exploded out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of wood appeared in front of the Scribe.

The original scaled hand, Shinri Masato, and the black hole that appeared at the end were all replaced by wood.

Nevertheless, the Scribe clearly felt that he had indeed struck something real.

"Oh no!"

A scream rang out from somewhere, followed by vicious words.

"Damn it, you just wait, human."

"The next time we meet will be the time for me, the invincible God of Ninjas, Imamura, to take your life!"

After saying that, the voice suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"Invincible."

The Scribe showed little regret at the fact that the real person had been rescued.

It was the last sentence that piqued his interest.

"How many people have claimed to be invincible now?"

Chapter 339 Who is the Upper Rank Three?

The first person I encountered who claimed to be invincible, Kibutsuji Muzan, was severely injured by Yoriichi Tsugikuni and disappeared for hundreds of years Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Later, Muzan encountered himself again and was hunted down by himself for hundreds of years.

Later, the Upper Rank Two of the Twelve Kizuki, Mizuru, also claimed to be invincible.

As a result, he was betrayed when Muzan and Kokushibo came to kill him.

And now, another invincible "real person" has appeared, whom he almost killed with a single blow.

Finally, there is the Imamura of God of Ninjas clan known as the invincible one.

Judging solely from their unbeatable performance, they are all getting worse than the last.

"Hopefully, this so-called God of Ninjas can take a beating."