Kushimaru Kuriarare took Nuibari off his back. The blade was slender and glowed silvery white in the moonlight.
The steel wire hangs from the ring at the end of the handle and drags on the ground, twisting and turning.
He was very tall, with slender and long limbs. Standing in front of the three teenagers, he looked like a heron stretching its neck.
He tilted his head and looked at the three teenagers, then turned to look at Suikazan Fuguki.
"No rush."
His voice was hoarse.
"Konoha won't act rashly. As for Yagura, he won't attack on his own without a few of us. He has plenty of time."
He turned Nuibari in his hand, and the wire followed it, sweeping out a semicircle on the ground.
"Let me play for a while."
Suikazan Fuguki was carrying Samehada, the bandages fluttering in the night wind.
He looked at Kushimaru Kuriarare, then at the three teenagers, thought for a while, and nodded.
"Go ahead. Don't take too long."
The corners of his mouth widened.
He has a cruel nature and likes to watch his enemies being tortured and killed.
Kushimaru Kuriarare's hands look better than his hands. That madman likes to take his time, cutting one by one, taking his time.
The other people didn't move.
Biwa Jūzō inserted Kubikiribōchō on the ground, pressed the handle of the knife with both hands, and rested his chin on the back of his hands, as if watching a show.
Kushimaru Kuriarare walked towards the three teenagers. The pace was not fast, like walking.
The eyes behind the mask were squinted, and no expression could be seen, but on the part of the face that was exposed, the corners of the mouth were turned up.
Ebisu's legs have stopped shaking.
His face was as white as paper, and his lips were moving, but there was no sound.
He took out the Kunai from the ninja tool bag and held it in his hand. His knuckles turned white and the handle of the Kunai rattled as he squeezed it.
Genma Shiranui also took Senbon out of his mouth, took out two more from the ninja bag, and clamped them between the fingers of his right hand.
He moved Senbon to his left hand, lowered his right hand and moved his fingers.
He stared at Kushimaru Kuriarare, at the slender knife, and at the wire dragging on the ground.
He was calculating the distance, the angle, and the timing of his shot.
But after many calculations, I can't calculate anything useful. The gap is too big.
Might Guy stood at the front, leaning forward slightly and holding fists in front of him.
His fists were clenched so tightly that the muscles in his arms bulged one by one.
Kushimaru Kuriarare walked to a place seven or eight steps away from them and stopped.
He raised Nuibari, pointed the tip of the knife at the three teenagers, and then flicked his wrist.
The tip of the knife passed through Ebisu's chest.
Ebisu has jumped back, but it is still slow.
A slit was made in the clothes, stretching from the left collarbone to the right ribs.
The blood seeped out, not deep, just breaking the skin, but very long, from left to right, staining the clothes red.
Ebisu glanced down, covered his chest with his hands, and took a few steps back.
Blood seeped out from between the fingers and dripped on the ground.
"Ah!"
Ebisu screamed.
Kushimaru Kuriarare didn't look at him, but turned around to face Genma Shiranui.
The three Senbons of Genma Shiranui have been sold.
Two are aimed at the mask, and one is aimed at the throat. The speed is fast and the angle is tricky. The three Senbon are arranged in a zigzag shape in the air, blocking all angles of the front of Kushimaru Kuriarare.
Kushimaru Kuriarare didn't even look at it. With a flick of his wrist, Nuibari came over, and with three ding-ding-ding sounds, all three Senbon were knocked away.
One bounced onto a tree and was nailed into the trunk, leaving half of it exposed. One bounced onto a stone and broke.
One stick bounced into the soil at Ebisu's feet and inserted, leaving only one head outside.
Genma Shiranui took out three more Senbon.
This time he didn't throw it away, but squatted down and inserted Senbon into the soil. Each one was tied with a thin steel wire.
Kushimaru Kuriarare didn't stop him, but he wanted to see what tricks the little devil in front of him could come up with.
Senbon and steel wire are laid out on the ground to form a simple net.
He jumped back a step, holding the end of the wire with both hands, and waited.
Kushimaru Kuriarare came over. He stepped on the tightrope and his ankle was entangled.
Genma Shiranui pulled hard, trying to pull his legs down. The wire was tightened, and Kushimaru Kuriarare's body swayed, but he did not fall down.
He looked down at the wire on his ankle, then looked up at Genma Shiranui.
"Interesting."
"But it's too weak."
He lifted the entangled foot and stomped it lightly.
The steel wire broke and broke into several pieces, scattered on the ground like several broken strings.
Genma Shiranui's expression changed.
He threw away the wire in his hand and wanted to attack again, but Kushimaru Kuriarare's knife had already arrived.
The tip of the knife passed across Genma Shiranui's left shoulder, from the shoulder to the elbow.
The wound is not deep, but very long.
Genma Shiranui's left arm hung down, and Senbon fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.
The blood flowed down the arm and dripped on the ground, drop by drop.
He didn't scream, gritted his teeth, covered his left arm with his right hand, took a few steps back, and leaned against the tree.
Kushimaru Kuriarare looked at the blood on the tip of the knife, wiped it with his finger, and drew a red mark on the mask.
He turned around and looked at Might Guy.
Kushimaru Kuriarare walked in front of him, without drawing out the knife, he raised his foot and kicked Kai in the stomach. Kai's body arched and he took several steps back, but he did not fall.
"Oh?" Kushimaru Kuriarare tilted his head.
He kicked Kai again, this time on Kai's leg. Kai's leg went weak and he knelt down on one knee.
He leaned on the ground and stood up again, his fists still clenched.
Kushimaru Kuriarare stretched out his hand, and Nuibari scratched Kai's arm.
There is a cut on the outside of the forearm, from the wrist to the elbow.
Blood gushes out and drips to the ground.
Kai raised his leg and kicked Kushimaru Kuriarare in the waist.
The roundhouse kick is fast and powerful. He has practiced it countless times and can do it with his eyes closed.
Kushimaru Kuriarare did not hide.
He reached out and blocked Kai's leg with his arm.
The bone hit his arm, making a muffled sound.
Kai's legs bounced back, but Kushimaru Kuriarare's arms didn't move at all.
"That's it?"
He slashed Kai's other arm.
Same position, same length.
Blood flowed down from both arms at the same time. Kai could no longer hold his fists and his fingers were shaking, but he was still standing.
Kushimaru Kuriarare slashed his leg again.
On the outside of the thigh, from left to right, there is a long gash.
Kai's legs went weak and he really knelt down this time.
He held his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him.
Blood gushed out from his legs, dyeing the green tights dark, and dripped onto the ground, soaking the soil.
Kai put his knees on the ground and slowly stood up again.
My legs are shaking, my arms are shaking, my whole body is shaking.
Blood flowed out from several wounds at the same time, dripping down his clothes and dripping on the ground. But his fists were clenched again.
Kushimaru Kuriarare looked at him and tilted his head.
Then he slashed Kai's chest, from left to right.
Kai's clothes were torn, and there was a gash in the flesh on his chest, and blood gushed out.
"Yalei Yalei, too weak."