The last piece of meat on the table was eaten by Morien. Listening to his mother urging him to eat vegetables, he put down his chopsticks with a smile and looked at his mother who looked a little helpless.
"Mom, I'm full." He smiled and touched his belly.
He used to like this the most.
At first, I kept eating meat, and then after eating, I said I was full and couldn't eat anymore. It was a pity that I couldn't eat the remaining vegetables. 0
The mother looked at Morien, shook her head helplessly, and was too lazy to say anything to her son.
I've long been used to it.
Click.
A crisp sound sounded.
She immediately turned her head and looked at the other man who had just pressed the lighter.
That was the middle-aged uncle sitting next to him. His belly was a little fat. He had a cigarette in his mouth and had just lit it.
"What are you smoking when you're eating?" my mother scolded.
"Didn't you finish eating all?" the slightly fat father answered innocently, "Is that your son?"
He also asked Morien for his opinion.
"Yes." Morien looked at this scene and nodded with a smile.
"Look." Father spread his hands to show that no one is eating now.
But his mother just looked at him without saying a word.
Their eyes met, and my father was quickly defeated.
He stood up from the chair and said to Morien, "The unit recently distributed some fruits. I'm going to cut a watermelon."
"Are you going to eat or not?"
Morien still maintained a faint smile, looked at him, nodded, and said softly.
"Okay."
My father nodded, did not put out the cigarette, walked into the kitchen connected to the living room with a cigarette in his mouth, took out the cutting board and kitchen knife, and turned on the range hood.
The mother took out the mobile phone from her pocket, took a mobile phone holder from the corner of the dining table, put the mobile phone on, plugged in the headphones, and planned to watch TV series on the dining table.
She is not used to using wireless headphones and still uses wired headphones.
Because I always forget to charge it.
Morien I have heard her complain about the design of new mobile phones that cancel the headphone jack, so she is somewhat impressed by this.
He didn't play with his mobile phone either, he just sat at the dining table and watched silently.
It seemed that Morien's gaze was too direct, and his mother cast a confused look.
"What's wrong?"
But Morien just smiled and shook his head, saying it was okay.
A mosquito landed on Morien's eyebrow. Morien raised it and swatted it.
A kunai was inserted between Morien's eyebrows, but the blood that should have appeared did not appear.
It's like a pile of gravel inserted into it.
The ninja looked at the "wound" and met the pairs of tiny compound eyes that opened around the "wound".
On Morien's body, those fluorescent lines cracked, cracking gaps, and dense insects flew from them——
came out and quickly submerged the ninja.
Bang!
Swish, brush, brush!
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel were shattered, and three shurikens immediately flew in from the window.
That's the ninja's accomplice.
To assassinate a Special Grade, of course they cannot act alone.
At the same time, the other wall on the side was smashed open by a hammer, and an iron lock flew out from the next door, grabbing the ninja's arm and trying to pull him to the next door.
It was very easy and there was no resistance at all.
The chain easily pulled Taro Igawa's arm back.
But, it's just an arm.
The chain only pulled back the arm, and the ninja standing at the front was already overwhelmed by Swarm.
Another ninja next door reached out to catch the pulled arm. He was about to throw it away and turn around to run away, but suddenly he was stunned and a doubt came into his mind.
"Why should I pull back a broken arm?"
Ninja Jiro Igawa looked at the Swarm gathered in the room with confusion, and then looked at the severed arm in his hand, feeling a little confused.
Well, yes, two people came, one on the rooftop and one next door.
Their plan is to wait for Morien to fall asleep to launch a sneak attack.
This is the consistent battle plan of the two brothers.
Thinking of this, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and intuitively discovered a problem that he had never thought of before.
He is obviously the eldest son in the family, why was he named "Jiro"?
But soon, he put this sense of disobedience behind him.
When a ninja performs a mission, he can't think about all sorts of things.
He took a step back and looked through the smashed hole in the wall to the next door.
I saw that the glass on the rooftop was broken, and there were a lot of bugs crawling and flying in the next room, affecting the view.
He cursed secretly. He didn't know why his brother was so anxious. He suddenly threw a shuriken from the window, interrupting the original plan and forcing him to follow and cover.
He looked down at the severed arm in his hand again.
"Is this the target's arm?"
"I actually injured a Special Grade with one blow."
"It's really vulnerable."
At this moment, an insect noticed his direction and rushed towards the hole he made with a hammer.
Jiro Igawa, who was well prepared, immediately stretched out his left hand covering Cursed Energy and grabbed the bug that had just flown out of the hole. At the same time, he took out a blowtorch with the other hand, pulled down the cloth covering his face, brought the blowtorch to his mouth, put his left hand to the other end of the blowtorch, and blew hard against his open left hand and the hole.
He blew out the flame from the blowtorch, and the bug in his palm was quickly ignited and blown towards the hole by the wind.
Then, the entire Swarm in the room was quickly ignited.
The whole room was engulfed in flames.
Jiro Igawa grinned.
He had been prepared for it long ago, knowing that Special Grade was good at using a large number of bugs, and had taken preventive measures.
His Cursed Technique alone does not look very strong. The effect is that the creatures touched by him gain the "flammable" property, and the creatures hit by his Cursed Technique will also become flammable when touched again.
His Cursed Technique is not strong, but in this case, it is just right when facing the dense Swarm.
This is exactly why the Family sent him and his brother to assassinate Morien.
They specialize in the arts, and they are ninjas who are good at assassination, and Cursed Technique just restrains Morien.
It's not impossible for them to succeed.
At this moment, there were more and more bugs in the room, gradually filling the room.
Accompanied by a bang, a huge explosion suddenly occurred.
Jiro Igawa smashed a big hole in the wall, which was already full of cracks. It shattered into pieces, and densely packed Swarm just poured out from the other side of the wall and rushed towards him.
Jiro Igawa immediately put away the fire blower, held the long sword at his waist, held the handle and scabbard, and made an Iai slashing posture.
"New Shadow Style----"
He decided to use the maximum power of "New Shadow Style Batto Technique" to split the entire Swarm into pieces when Swarm overwhelmed him.
A few seconds ago, on the rooftop, Saburo Igawa glanced at the shuriken on his fingertips with the same confusion, wondering why he suddenly attacked the target just now.
After a moment of surprise, he came to a conclusion.
It was the target Cursed Technique that affected him.
It seems that there is something about the target that can make people excited Cursed Technique.
At this moment, he saw the flames blown by his elder brother, and immediately followed him and took out three projectiles from the satchel on his waist.
These are three explosive special projectiles. The explosion is extremely powerful, but they need to come into contact with an open flame to explode.
Boom!
The projectile was thrown and a violent explosion occurred in the room.
The dense Swarm has filled the room.
Accompanied by a huge explosion, they rushed towards the window that had broken a small hole, quickly smashed the entire glass, and rushed out of the room.
Saburo Igawa was well prepared and concentrated Cursed Energy on his legs, quickly jumped up high, and jumped to a higher floor.
The turbulent Swarm surged out like a tide, almost grazing the soles of his feet.
He landed on the rooftop of a higher level, feeling a little proud.
As expected of him, the eldest son of the Igawa Family, he easily dodged Special Grade's attack.
At the same time, he laughed at Special Grade in the room in his mind.
This death row prisoner actually played with fire in his room and accidentally set the room on fire.
And he happened to have special projectiles on him, which was really good luck.
But we can't take it lightly. Facing a Special Grade, such an explosion shouldn't be able to kill him----
At this moment, the shadow behind him began to squirm, and a light blue light emerged from it.
Saburo Igawa immediately turned around and threw the shuriken.
The moment the shuriken was released, the shadow under his feet also swelled.
Densely packed white, furry rabbits with light blue crystals on their bodies emerged from his shadow, like marshmallows soaked in an instant. Hundreds of rabbits emerged from the shadow at his feet.
Saburo Igawa's eyes widened.
How is this possible!
Why does the target summon creatures from his shadow?
He quickly rolled over to the outside of the balcony, avoiding the Glintstone Rabbit group, quickly jumped out of the balcony, and jumped down.
At the same time, he remembered that when he jumped just now, his shadow was submerged by Swarm.
Was it at that time?
Because the shadow was touched by Swarm, can something come out of the shadow?
Saburo Igawa's long-term experience immediately helped him judge the current situation.
However, just at the moment when he judged the situation, his pupils suddenly shrank into pinpoint shapes.
There is still a shadow on him!
Saburo Igawa made a quick decision, grabbed the collar with force, and immediately tore off the clothes on his body.
But as soon as he opened his collar, he saw a cute and cute fluffy rabbit sticking its head out from the shadow between his body and clothes.
In just an instant, his clothes quickly bulged, and fluffy, white rabbits with light blue Glintstone emerged from his collar, cuffs, and trouser legs, and quickly wrapped him up. Viewed from below, he looked like a white marshmallow that instantly expanded.
Soon, Glintstone Rabbit fell from the sky like rain, landed on the ground, disappeared into the shadows.
"Eat." Father walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate.
Having finished smoking a cigarette, he put out the cigarette and left the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
Mother wrinkled her nose in disgust, as if she didn't like the smell of cigarettes very much.
"What are you doing?" the father asked in a somewhat artificial voice, which, combined with his old face, successfully disgusted his wife.
His mother rolled her eyes at him and continued to watch TV series on her mobile phone.
The father picked up a peeled orange from the plate, broke it in half, and handed one half to his wife.
Mother took it easily and started to eat it piece by piece.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Father looked at Morien.
"Eat." Morien nodded lightly, inserted a piece of cut watermelon with a toothpick, and put it in his mouth.
"What's wrong with you today? Are you in a bad mood?" Father sat down at the dining table again and looked at Morien.
"Is it so obvious?" Morien didn't deny it and answered with a smile.
The father nodded proudly, satisfied that he had guessed his son's thoughts.
"Didn't you draw the card?" He asked Morien with a smile.
Morien Family is more open-minded.
The family also knows that Morien likes to play second-tier games, and sometimes draws cards and tops up money, but does not stop him.
The smile on Morien's face became deeper.
"Yes, the card pool has passed, and I didn't get the two things I wanted."
He picked up the leftovers on the plate with chopsticks, picked up a piece of leftover meat, and threw it to his pet dog on the ground.
"Then I'll smoke it when I come back next time." The uncle opened his mouth to the second-hand words.
"I won't be returning." Morien replied softly.
"Out of print?"
"Well, it's out of print.
Less than a minute ago.
Facing Swarm coming towards them, Taro Igawa was not too frightened.
He quickly backed away and at the same time stretched out his hand towards the side wall.
Boom!
The wall shattered, and an iron chain flew in along the opened hole, wrapping around his hand and trying to pull him away.
But at the same time, Swarm overwhelmed him.
Taro Igawa was already prepared to put his strength between Swarm and the chain. He quickly covered his whole body with Cursed Energy, preparing to resist the next insect bites.
But the next moment, he suddenly felt that his hand was empty and he could no longer feel his left arm.
He looked at his left hand blankly and found that his left arm had been neatly cut open starting from a little above the elbow.
This wound doesn't look like it was eaten by insects at all.
This opening is extremely neat and smooth, and only a truly great swordsman can cut such a wound.
Phew.
Immediately blood spurted out from the wound.
Taro Igawa's first reaction was shock.
Doesn't hurt?
He seemed to have never grown that arm and felt no pain at all.
But at this moment, he noticed that the bugs that originally wrapped him disappeared.
He appeared in a gray place.
There was a dense atmosphere all around, and the ground beneath my feet looked like dirt, but I didn't know what it was exactly.
Taro Igawa looked around vigilantly, holding a kunai, ready for battle.
But after waiting for more than ten seconds, the expected attack never came.
Suddenly!
A figure appeared beside him out of thin air.
In the thick fog, Taro Igawa couldn't see who the man was at all. He could only see him bending over in the posture of Batto.
Subconsciously, he stabbed out the kunai, and the new figure also quickly swung the knife.
The kunai hit the target's head, and Taro Igawa was also cut in half.
His upper body separated from his body and fell to the ground.
"What a fast knife! It's as fast as my brother's knife!"
This was the first thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.
"Am I going to die? I don't want to die yet----"
This was the second thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.
"But fortunately, I hit the enemy's head, which should be able to relieve some of the burden on my brothers. Even Special Grade will lose strength if his brain is attacked."
This was the third thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.
"Huh? Doesn't it hurt?"
This was the fourth thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.
"Why is my consciousness still so clear?"
This is the fifth thought that ran through Taro Igawa's mind.
A whole five thoughts passed by, and Taro Igawa found that even after being cut in half, his consciousness was still clear.
Several seconds have passed.
He forced his upper body up and looked at his lower body that had fallen to the ground.
"Brother? Brother!" A black figure not far away rushed in front of him, with a kunai stuck on his head and a confused and frightened expression.
He actually forgot about his eldest brother just now.
At the moment when the eldest brother was swallowed up by Swarm.
"What's that expression on your face?" Taro Igawa was just about to scold when he noticed a third figure appearing.
Saburo Igawa fell from mid-air and fell to the ground.
He looked at the two people beside him, his eyes blank at first, and then became frightened.
Jiro Igawa's expression suddenly collapsed.
"What's wrong?" Taro Igawa, who was cut in half, asked with a frown.
He rarely saw his brothers showing such expressions.
Saburo Igawa obviously quickly followed the second brother's thinking, and his expression suddenly became ugly.
Jiro Igawa reported the status of himself and his younger brother to his elder brother.
Taro Igawa's face also darkened.
He understood what was going on.
People who are swallowed up by Swarm will be forgotten.
So who will come to save them?
Who will come to save three non-existent people?
And that's not the point.
The point is----
Taro Igawa glanced at his lower body that had been cut in half, and his expression suddenly became particularly ugly.
Wrong----wrong----
Impossible----impossible----impossible!
He suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the knife Jiro Igawa from his waist. He looked at his lower body in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then let go of his belly bit by bit.
But----
It doesn't hurt.
It doesn't hurt at all.
His expression became even more ugly.
He started to exert force.
Harder and harder, harder and harder!
Until all his internal organs were cut out by him.
He stabbed himself in the stomach forcefully.
He still didn't die.
Finally, he slashed himself in the neck.
Plop.
His head rolled off his neck and rolled twice.
But he didn't stop.
Headless, he groped for a kunai from the pocket on his lower body, and stabbed his head bit by bit, crushing his brain.
But he didn't die.
He's still not dead.
He didn't even feel a bit of Affliction!
It doesn't hurt at all, and it won't kill you at all!
His brain was smashed, but he still remained conscious.
Here, it seems they can't die.
They can't die, they can't sleep, and they can't get out.
Finally, after standing there for who knows how long, the gray and white color in Morien's eyes quietly receded.
His eyes moved and he looked around.
The room was so dilapidated that there was no one except himself, and there were only insects all over the floor.
The original ninjas have disappeared.
Standing there, stunned for a long time, Morien then lowered his head, drooped his eyelids, and muttered to himself a little disappointed and lost, "He ran away----"