Get Lost, I Don't Want to Kill You

"You won. Even Master Huo Xuan was killed so easily. What else can I say? Do it, Mizunoki. If you want to kill me, then kill me!"

Chong Chunyi's face was filled with despair. Even Master Huo Xuan had died, and so quickly at that. What hope could he possibly have left?

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Back then, you were nothing but a defeated subordinate of mine. Who would've thought that in less than a year, you'd become this powerful? Mizunoki, I'll admit it—you're impressive!"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing this, Mizunoki burst into laughter.

"Chong Chunyi, oh, Chong Chunyi. So you have a day like this too. Back then, you were so high-spirited—the Grass Shadow personally named you, your teacher favored you, and in everyone's eyes, you were utterly untouchable. In your eyes, I wasn't even worth a dog. But now, in my eyes, you're nothing more than an ant. The wheel of heaven turns, and retribution never fails!"

"Yes, this is retribution. If it weren't for those empty titles, I wouldn't have ended up like this over the years, confined within the village. But it doesn't matter."

Chong Chunyi spoke indifferently, his expression numb.

"Enough nonsense. I'll send you on your way now!"

Mizunoki sneered, seemingly having lost his patience and ready to end things.

He raised the kunai in his hand, eager to slit Chong Chunyi's throat.

Just then, a strange sound suddenly rang out.

"Who's there?!"

Mizunoki became alert and shouted sharply!

His gaze swept across the area, and he immediately spotted a black figure beneath a tree. It was a five-year-old child!

"I'm just passing through. Carry on."

Yang Ming glanced at Mizunoki and Chong Chunyi in the tree, paid them no mind, and walked away.

He had already witnessed the power of ninjutsu. Even low-level ninjutsu possessed such might; one could only imagine how terrifying high-level ninjutsu was.

But that was all. It was nothing difficult. With his strength, he could easily blast it apart.

Having seen its power, Yang Ming was ready to leave.

As for whether Chong Chunyi lived or died, what did it have to do with him?

As long as they were not targeting the orphanage, he did not care.

"Just passing through? Hmph, do you think I'd believe that?"

Hearing Yang Ming's words, Mizunoki sneered, clearly not believing him at all.

"Mizunoki, he's just a child. Why drag him into this?"

Seeing Yang Ming, Chong Chunyi could not help but smile bitterly. He had no faith in Yang Ming at all. Even Master Huo Xuan had been killed, let alone Yang Ming.

Still, Yang Ming was a Grass Ninja. If he could save him, he would try.

"Chong Chunyi, judging by your attitude, I couldn't be bothered with whether you lived or died. But for what you just said, I'll save your life. Your name is Mizunoki, right? I'll give you ten breaths. I'll spare your life."

Hearing this, Yang Ming stopped in his tracks and changed his mind. He looked calmly at Mizunoki across from him.

"Oh? What did you say? You'll spare my life?"

Mizunoki looked at Yang Ming as though he had heard something utterly unbelievable, wondering if he had misheard.

"You're merely a genin. You're not worth my time. If you were a jonin, perhaps that would be different. Get lost while I'm still in a good mood. Otherwise, you'll regret it when it's too late!"

Yang Ming spoke calmly.

"Haha, what a joke. Chong Chunyi, since when did your village produce such an idiot? He actually dares speak to me so disrespectfully. I never intended to let you go in the first place, but now I definitely can't spare you. And I'll make you suffer the most brutal torture in this world, so you'll know the consequences of offending me!"