inside the room.
Ning Xue took a look at this slightly old guest room.
It's very simple, just a bed and a table and chair, and the bathroom is next to it.
He put his backpack on the bedside, took out a small box, and went to the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, he took off his mask and contact lenses, revealing his delicate face and white pupils.
Put the contact lenses in a small box aside and start washing.
During this process, I also cleaned my mask.
After doing all this, he lay on the bed and thought about what to do next.
If Land of Demons cannot be solved, what should you do?
Where should he go? But he can't hide for the rest of his life.
Ning Xue was lying on the bed, carefully stroking her under the headscarf.
"Caged Bird".
There is no turning back, he can only go to the dark side.
He once thought about giving up revenge, but as soon as the idea came up, he passed it.
This hatred, if his mother was still there, he might give up because of reality.
But he was alone, and this revenge had to be avenged.
It is not only the driving force that has supported him until now, but also what he should do as a son of man.
Do you think it was appropriate for his father to die for the village?
Sorry, "I" am a selfish person.
After lying down for a while, Ning Xue sat up, crossed his legs and began to meditate, refining the purity of Chakra in his body.
He has to adjust his condition tonight.
Although I don't understand this Blood Mist Village, it's always good to be prepared.
The night is getting darker.
The town seemed to have fallen into complete silence, not even the occasional barking of dogs could be heard.
Only the thick fog flows silently, wrapping everything.
I don't know how long it took, but an extremely slight rustling sound, almost the same as the sound of wind, came vaguely from the distance outside the window, as if something was moving quickly in the mist, or... the blade of a knife gently rubbed against the wall?
Ning Xue immediately opened his eyes, his dark eyes flashing a glimmer of light in the darkness.
He held his breath and listened intently.
(In a Ninja Village like this, use Byakugan, and you will be out of luck if someone is caught prying at you.)
The sound was very brief and disappeared so quickly that people thought it was an illusion.
But he knew that it was not an illusion.
outside world.
A group of teenagers armed with various weapons were fighting fiercely.
"Only I can survive to the end!!!"
A young man with disheveled hair roared and killed the classmates in front of him.
He was holding a long knife and slashed the opponent's shoulder with one blow.
He smiled ferociously, and just when he was about to laugh loudly, he was hit in the back by an inconspicuous person behind him.
"Ahem..."
He stumbled forward and dropped the long knife.
The boy whose shoulder was slashed endured the pain, took the opportunity to pounce on him, and strangled his neck with his hands that could still move.
"I am the only one who can survive!!"
he roared.
He didn't care at all about the person who just stabbed him.
His reason has long been swallowed up by bloodthirsty desire.
Scenes like this are happening everywhere in this foggy Chunin village.
A short girl huddled behind a collapsed wooden box and shivered.
Hold the Kunai tightly in your hand, with the tip pointed toward the outside.
Her face was filled with tears, and she sobbed silently as she watched a boy not far away who she might have trained with being attacked and killed by two people.
This fight was not a mission, but a deformed product spawned by that policy.
From the moment they step into the Ninja Academy, they are instilled with the concept of "If you don't fight, you can't survive."
And this is just a microcosm of the entire village.
Kirigakure, this rotten fruit has given birth to so many tragedies and spawned so many killings.
Just when a young man with red eyes raised the blood-stained Kunai and was about to stab his opponent who had lost the ability to resist at his feet.
"Stop!!"
A cold female voice came through the air with anger.
"Boil Release, Skilled Mist Technique!"
An acid mist with extremely high temperature, but controlled within a specific range, spread over this area.
The acid mist was not fatal but had strong burning and corrosive properties, constantly irritating their respiratory tracts, causing them to temporarily lose their fighting power and lie on the ground wailing.
As this figure broke through the fog, its appearance was revealed in front of the students.
The person who came was tall, with long brown hair that reached her waist, wearing a dark blue dress, and a pair of impressive green eyes.
Her delicate face was filled with regret and heartache at this moment.
And this person is the agent Mizukage--Mei Terumi.
Behind her were several serious-looking Anbu.
Looking at this hellish scene in front of me.
The severely injured and dying boy, the severed limbs, the flowing blood, and the madness and fear that have not faded from the eyes of the surviving children.
Mei Terumi's chest heaved violently, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, which were then covered by deeper anger.
"Treat the wounded immediately! Seriously injured ones are given priority!" she ordered sternly, her voice trembling slightly with anger.
Anbu acted quickly and began to treat the injured with Medical Ninjutsu and bandages.
The huddled girl was carefully picked up by a Anbu, and finally burst into tears.
Mei Terumi walked to the center of the field and glanced at the young men who were subdued by the acid mist, lying on the ground groaning or with blank eyes. He then looked at several bodies that had lost their life, and slowly closed his eyes.
There was a hint of fatigue in his expression unconsciously.
"Clean up the scene and count the casualties! All people involved in this incident... need to be isolated and receive psychological counseling and treatment..."
Her voice did not regain its calmness, and there was a hint of decisive anger in her heartache.
"Also... check it for me!! Who instilled these ideas! And who made these children graduate using Blood Mist Village's tactics without the knowledge of me, agent Mizukage?!"
"All the old guys who want to restore that kind of policy, no one will be left alive!"
A Anbu Captain Body Flicker Technique came to her side and reported in a low voice.
"Sir Mizukage, our preliminary judgment is that it may be a secret organization organized by the remnants of the old Mist Ninja party.
This place may have been deliberately avoided from our night patrol range."
"Remnants?"
Mei Terumi rubbed his eyebrows.
"Those stubborn old guys all said that Fourth Mizukage was controlled by illusion!! This kind of Blood Mist Policy shouldn't exist!"
"Do they still want to drag the village back to that kind of hell?"
The more she spoke, the angrier and angrier she became, and the more she spoke, the more helpless she became...
In the end I could only sigh heavily.
"It's a mess... enough is enough! The economy needs to be revived, diplomacy needs to be rebuilt, trust needs to be restored, and there are still these damn old guys inside who are teaching these children to be like bloodthirsty beasts..."
"Even my marriage... sigh."
The last sentence came to an abrupt end. She sighed again and rubbed her eyebrows.
"Take care of this place.
Strengthen inspections of all remote training grounds and old facilities, and similar incidents will never be allowed to happen again!"
Anbu Everyone responded solemnly.
"Yes!"