Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere

Boruto gave them no chance. His left hand formed seals rapidly, his movements so fluid it was as if he had never lost his right arm.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere."

Dozens of highly compressed, high-pressure wind bullets shot from his mouth with piercing whistles, striking the three men's vital points with deadly precision—their throats, hearts, and foreheads.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood blossomed in the air like red plum blossoms, beautiful and tragic.

Their screams abruptly stopped.

The three bodies slumped limply into the swamp. Blood stained the mud red as they slowly sank beneath the surface.

The battle was over in a flash—so fast it was almost suffocating.

Tsukine emerged from behind a tree, her face pale as paper. Her stomach churned.

"You... you killed again," she said, trembling.

"Mm." Boruto withdrew his chakra and looked at the bodies on the ground without expression. "The fourth, fifth, and sixth."

"You're counting?" Tsukine stared at him in shock.

"Of course." Boruto turned around, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Once I've killed ten, I can rank up. Those are the rules."

Tsukine froze. A chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to her scalp.

She suddenly realized that perhaps Boruto hadn't protected her out of kindness.

"So... so you saved me to complete your mission? To reach your kill count?" Her voice quavered as if she were about to cry.

Boruto turned his head and gazed at her in silence. His eyes held no warmth, only cold reason and calculation.

"What do you think?"

Tsukine took a step back, tears spilling from her eyes.

"I knew it... I knew no one would really want to save me..." she choked out, her voice breaking. "My cousin lied to me, and so did you... In this world, no one cares