Chōjūrō's clothes were corroded and tattered, like a piece of charcoal just fished out of the fire. Only his chest was still rising and falling weakly.
But he survived.
He was really in there and lasted three minutes.
Mei Terumi first glanced at the two people who appeared on the wall. These two people should be Food Is Heaven's staff, and they are also pretty good.
It was probably Grandpa Genji who said hello. The other party had arranged their food, clothing, housing and transportation for the past few days. The two of them even sent them meals.
So now Mei Terumi and Aying were quite familiar with each other. She ignored the two people making a fuss on the wall in the backyard. She walked over slowly and looked at Chōjūrō who was twitching, and felt a little relieved.
"It's not bad. As expected, those who can be favored by that man are not useless. You kid can handle it better than expected."
She took out a bottle of the highest-grade burn ointment from her ninja bag, threw it next to Chōjūrō, and then ignored the little brat.
Then he turned around and prepared to continue his training, but he was thinking about the next topic in his mind.
"The power of compound Ninjutsu is enough, but it is not stable enough and consumes too much. Maybe... I can try a change in form..."
This scene also made the two people on the wall twitch at the corners of their mouths. Sister, you almost killed me. Your attitude now is too cold.
If the person sent by the boss died under their noses, it would be really fun.
But at least nothing serious happened in the end, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the two of them escaped and returned upstairs. Aying arranged for a service staff to go down and take Chōjūrō to the room upstairs and help him apply medicine.
With the degree of burns Chōjūrō is in front of my eyes, let alone applying medicine myself now, I probably won't be able to get out of bed for two or three days.
Hey, I hope this kid won't be disfigured.
High Tower training ground has now become a large-scale "werewolf" scene.
The air is no longer filled with pure blood, but a strange atmosphere mixed with suspicion, scrutiny and morbid imitation.
Every child is like a frightened bird, looking at everyone with eyes that are 30% scrutinizing and 70% calculating. The companion who was still hanging around with you yesterday may have been "seized" today.
The punishment of "sleeping with corpses" is like a sword of Damocles, hanging high above everyone's head.
No one wants to experience being in a solitary confinement room without being able to reach out and feel the gradually freezing temperature of the corpse and the faint smell of putrefaction.
This extreme fear gave birth to the ultimate ability of observation and imitation.
In order to survive and not become the unlucky guy who was dragged into hell, the children unleashed their amazing potential.
They began to spontaneously create "data files" for everyone around them - who likes to smack their lips when eating, who touches their nose subconsciously when nervous, who walks with his left foot landing before his right...
Even the fighting methods must be imitated so vividly.
Details determine whether you sleep in bed tonight or sleep next to the dead.
But among this group of children who were forced to be "involved" to the extreme, there was one person who turned this survival game into a "prey game."
It is Zabuza Momochi.
Like a lone wolf with the keenest sense of smell, he quickly adapted to the new rules and turned them into his fangs.
While other children were still trying their best to imitate and disguise, he had already begun to take advantage of the "mouse philosophy" taught by Senju Chen to take the initiative.
He will deliberately expose a trivial, wrong imitation detail in front of the target to lure other observers to take the bait. When someone smugly steps forward to identify it, Zabuza will slowly reveal a real and fatal flaw, killing it with one blow.
He even learned to create traps, unite several people, create the illusion that everything is normal for a certain imitated person, and then collectively point the finger at an innocent person, just to eliminate potential competitors.
Ruthless, decisive and smart.
Not only did he perfectly complete all the perverted tasks assigned by Senju Chen, he was even able to draw inferences from one example and demonstrate those "gutter skills" to perfection.
Senju Chen leaned against the wall, taking in all this, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
He is indeed the future "Demon of the Hidden Mist", a natural hunter. As long as he is given a suitable hunting ground, he can evolve into the top predator.
"Okay, today's class ends here."
Senju Chen clapped his hands. The sound was not loud, but it made the entire training ground quiet instantly.
All the children were immediately dispersed from the training ground as if they were amnesty.
At this moment, a figure walked out of the crowd and came directly in front of Senju Chen.
Zabuza Momochi was already taller than his peers, with broad shoulders, and the hand holding the knife was covered with thick calluses. He raised his head, and looked directly at Senju Chen with his fierce wolf eyes, without the slightest fear, only indifference.
"Teacher."
His voice was hoarse, like a whetstone scratching the edge of a knife.
"I, figured it out."
Senju Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest. "Oh? Tell me."
"I kill people to become stronger." Zabuza's eyes were unwavering, as if he was stating a simple fact, "Become a strong person who can control his own life and death instead of being controlled by others."
He paused, then changed the subject, and doubt appeared in his eyes for the first time.
"But what you taught me... will it really make me the strongest?"
"Sneak attacks, disguises, alliances, betrayals... are these things really useful in front of a truly strong person?"
His eyes swept across the surrounding "classmates" who had fled the training ground, with a trace of undisguised contempt in his tone.
"The strongest ninja should be like the Jonins in the village, crushing everything with absolute power. Instead of being like rats, hiding in the gutter and plotting."
"Our Kirigakure, once the strongest symbol, was Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist. But now, the village has lost even the seven Ninja Blade that they are famous for. "Zabuza clenched the knife in his hand, with a hint of unwillingness in his voice, "In a village that can't even protect its glory and the strongest weapon, what's the point of being the most calculating mouse?"
Those words almost made Senju Chen laugh.
Good guy, this guy can do it. Not only does he have his own thoughts, but he has also begun to rise to the level of village honor and philosophy?
This wave is an upgrade in thinking.
But he also knew that the fish in front of him was completely hooked.
"Who told you that my purpose was to make you a calculating mouse?"
Senju Chen slowly straightened up, and his pair of dead fish eyes became sharp for the first time, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.
"These are just the foundation, the tools, and the cornerstone for you to become a strong person."
He looked at Zabuza Momochi in front of him. Although he was shorter than the other person, the invisible pressure made Zabuza subconsciously tighten his body.
"The real strong man does not adapt to the rules, but makes the rules."
"Do you think Ninja Blade is lost?" Senju Chen's mouth raised a mysterious arc, "No, they are just waiting for a new owner who is worthy of them."