Yagura stood up with a straight knife, and the penetrating injury on his left leg caused a bloody mark with every step he took.
A figure rushed over from the side to help him.
He is the battle captain of the personal guard, an old subordinate who has been with him for many years. He has followed him through life and death behind Iwagakure since he was a teenager. There is an old scar on his face that stretches from his brow bone to his chin.
He had been scattered by the four tribes in the other courtyard just now, and now he was caught up with him covered in blood.
"Boss, let's go!"
The guard battle captain supported Yagura and ran towards the reef beach.
As the two people walked through the stone path, the stone slabs under their feet became more and more damp, the sea breeze became more and more fishy, and the sound of waves hitting the reef became closer and closer.
The reef beach is right in front of you, and the gray-white rocks lie like a group of silent giants in the shallow sea under the moonlight.
As long as you can rush to the beach, Yagura can use Water Release to dive into the deep sea. No one can catch up with a Kirigakure's Water Release ninja underwater.
Yagura's footsteps are getting heavier and heavier.
The penetrating wound on the side of the waist tore open a little with every step, blood flowed down the thigh into the boots, and you could feel the blood slipping on the soles of the boots with every step.
The bone spur wound on my left leg was so painful that every time I put weight on my left foot, my knee would bend uncontrollably.
The captain of the personal guard battle took his arm and led him forward, half dragging and half dragging him.
"It's quick, boss, it's quick!"
The guard captain's voice was urgent and hoarse, and his fingers were tightly clasped on Yagura's arm.
The reef is getting closer and closer, the sound of the waves is getting louder and louder, the moonlight paved a broken silver road on the sea, and freedom is right in front of me.
Yagura I can almost feel the coolness of the sea water flowing over my ankles.
A knife penetrated his back.
The tip of the knife came out from the center of the chest, filled with blood and glowing coldly in the moonlight.
Yagura's footsteps stopped.
It's not the ice blade of Mizunotsuki Shigure, it's not the Lava Release of Terumi Iroha, it's not the bone spur of Kaguya Momotaro, it's not the water blade of Hozuki Suichu.
He was very familiar with this knife - the number Kirigakure Anbu was engraved on the blade, and it was the knife of his personal guard captain.
He looked down at the tip of the knife on his chest, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood surged up from his throat. He choked in his throat and couldn't make a sound.
The captain of the personal guard battle stood behind him, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, his knuckles turning white.
His face was twisted violently in a place Yagura couldn't see, his lips were trembling, and something was spinning in his eyes, but there was no hesitation in his hands.
He pushed the knife forward another inch, and the tip of the knife came out more from Yagura's chest, and blood flowed down the blade.
Then he released the handle of the knife and took a step back.
"Sorry, boss."
The guard captain's voice was trembling, but every word was spoken clearly, so clearly that it didn't sound like he was speaking to a dying man, but rather like he was convincing himself.
"I have been with you for twelve years. For twelve years, I have been at the front every time we fought, and the last to leave every time we retreated. I have more scars on my body than you do."
"But I am still a personal guard after twelve years. Kushimaru Kuriarare is dead, Munashi Jinpachi is dead, Jinin Akebino is dead, Hozuki Qianren is dead - Seven Ninja Swordsmen suddenly vacated four positions."
"Fourth Mizukage said that the new Seven Ninja Swordsmen will not be selected based on family, but only on military merit and strength. I also want to be Seven Ninja Swordsmen. I really want to make progress."
Yagura After hearing this, his body shook a little.
It wasn't because of the stab wound or the blood loss, it was because these words came from the mouth of a person who had been with him for twelve years.
He really never thought that the guy in front of him would betray him for such a ridiculous reason. He Yagura died here so hastily and in the hands of this person. He was not willing to...
He opened his mouth to say something, but there was only the sound of blood foaming in his throat.
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."
He wanted to turn around, but couldn't turn his neck halfway.
The guard captain stood behind him, looking at the position where the knife was inserted into Yagura's back. His lips were still trembling, but he did not cry.
He rubbed his hands on his pants to wipe off the sweat and blood on his palms, then turned around and knelt down facing the direction from which he was chasing, with his hands on the ground and his forehead against the cold rocks, kneeling respectfully.
He knew that after he did this, there was no turning back and he could only go to the dark side.
Kirigakure and Anbu poured out from the end of the stone path, Suikazan Fuguki walked in the front, and Samehada was carried on the shoulders.
He walked up to Yagura and looked at the man who was kneeling on the rock with a knife in his chest and had not yet fallen down. He was silent for a moment.
"Hehehe, you did a good job. When this incident is over, you can choose a knife that suits you."
The ninja was overjoyed.
"Thank you for your appreciation, sir!"
Then Fuguki Suikazan draws out Samehada.
"Send him on his way."
Dozens of knives fell simultaneously.
The blood splashed on the rocks, washed a few times by the waves picked up by the sea breeze, and then faded in color, then disappeared into the gray-white waves.
Karatachi Yagura's body fell on the reef beach. The moonlight illuminated his face, which looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. His eyes were still open, and his pupils reflected the gray-blue night sky and the broken moonlight on the distant sea, but nothing could be seen anymore.
Mizunotsuki Shigure walked over from the stone path, stood beside Yagura's body with his hands down, and looked down for a long time.
The skates had been put back into his sleeves, but the blood stains were still on the cuffs.
There was no joy of victory on his expression, nor was there any coldness after the killing. There was only a silence that was so calm that it was almost blank.
No wonder Uchiha Shaoyu would disguise himself as his son and lurk in Kirigakure. The two people were very similar in some aspects.
Terumi Iroha followed him. The old wound on his left shoulder was torn open again during the battle, and blood seeped out of the bandage. He didn't care, but looked down at Yagura's body. His rocky face was rare and expressionless.
Kaguya Momotaro shook off the blood on the bone spur and retracted the bone spur into his forearm. He walked to the body and stared at the baby face of Yagura with his gray-green eyes for a long time, then looked away.
Hozuki Suichu was the last one to come over, his light-colored eyes were lowered, and he was still holding the half-broken water whip in his hand.
Suikazan Fuguki stood a few steps away, Samehada was carried on his shoulders, and there was an arc of unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth, but that arc faded away before it lasted long.
A group of seabirds flew away from the rocky beach, their gray wings flapping in the night sky, flying farther and farther, and finally disappeared on the misty sea.
Mizunotsuki Shigure withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked back. His long white hair was blown up by the sea breeze. A few steps away from Yagura's dark green hair that fell on the rocks, it was tossed by the same sea breeze.
One is standing and one is lying down.
Those who stand remain silent, while those who lie down remain silent.
The moonlight shines coldly on the rocky beach, making the bloodstains black.