The domestic politics of Kusagakure Village are corrupt, and the ninjas of Kusagakure Village are good at imitating the ninjutsu of other countries. They are a ninja village that is good at learning and have established good diplomatic relations with Konoha.
The key lies in good diplomatic relations.
This is good, but not as good as it actually is.
Konoha and the Earth Kingdom need the Grass Kingdom as a strategic buffer zone.
But now, it is no longer needed.
Miki needs a safe frontline stronghold that can reach the territory of the Earth Kingdom, and the Kusugakure Village nearby is a bit in the way.
You can pick up ready-made equipment for campsites and the like.
The style of Kusagakure Village is generally closer to Konoha, but with a bit of ancient style. Most of the buildings in the village are thatched houses, and the more luxurious ones are ancient buildings with wooden beams, tile roofs and blue bricks.
It should be noted that it cannot be damaged.
But don't be too careful.
This is a one-sided battle.
The reason why a small country is a small country is that it has no other shortcomings besides being weak.
The Konoha ninjas did not encounter particularly significant difficulties in their breakthrough, especially since such a rare scene occurred on the battlefield.
Defected on the spot.
As soon as Konoha invaded, Kusagakure urgently organized a defensive line of resistance.
But it seemed a little too late for Konoha to touch this position and push it to this depth. Many smart lower, middle and upper-level Kusagakure ninjas chose to run away, which turned into a situation that collapsed at the first touch.
The result is resistance, but only a little.
This made the Konoha ninja feel uncomfortable for a while.
In my past impression, any ninja from other countries would not fight to the bitter end.
This is the first time I have seen this.
Are you really afraid that the village will capture you and execute you afterwards?
Oh, the village is almost gone.
That's okay.
"It really fits Kusagakure's character."
Standing on the top floor of a building, Zhili overlooked the chaotic situation in Caoyin Village.
The character of a wallflower is essentially weak.
"It's just a small country."
It's okay to do it secretly if the ticket is big, but when the horse and the horse are ready to fight, the hardness will be exposed all at once.
The bottom is as pulpy as mud.
Let’s talk about where the failure lies.
As far as Ichiri's feelings are concerned, there is no one who can beat him.
If you look around, you can see that they are all items that have been knocked down with a single knife.
And in terms of the most basic personal qualities, it is really worrying. Genin did not even meet the standards and were hastily incorporated into the Kusugakure establishment.
Kusagakure, in groups of three or three, fled the battlefield from all around the village, and their figures gradually disappeared into the battlefield.
No manpower was sent to pursue them, so there was only one place they could go, the Kingdom of Earth.
The Country of Rain next door has always had conflicts, and they will not simply let them go.
What is left in the village are the Kusagakure ninjas who are still quite bloody. Even though they are full of passion, the gap between their strength and their numbers is huge.
Other than that, there are only collapsed villagers.
Surrounded by burning flames, the explosion of the detonating talisman roared from time to time.
The fragile thatched cottage collapsed under the influence of the ninjutsu.
In the ruins, children, women, and the elderly ran away in fear, holding their heads in their hands. Some who couldn't bear it collapsed and cried on the ground.
Like grass, it flutters everywhere in the storm of war and will be shattered by the storm at any time.
Dozens of densely packed kunai flew in, with transparent steel wires tied at the ends. Their flying postures were strange and they struck directly at the high ground.
He tilted his head slightly, letting the kunai out of his face, and flew past his whole body and face. The kunai fell under the force, and the wire wrapped around Juri's body.
"Damn Konoha ninja! You have destroyed the friendship between the covenant and Kusagakure!"
Four ninjas in succession landed around Jiri and drew out their respective ninja swords.
A standard ninja fighting group.
Zhili tilted his head slightly. Did these guys realize that they were commanders?
"Pay the price for your arrogance! It would be an honor for you to die in the hands of our brothers!"
No, it's just that I'm alone and I'm picking on the weak ones.
"horrible."
With the corners of his mouth raised slightly, Jiri looked at the four masked Kusagakure.
The shape of the scarf is very ancient in the Warring States period, and it's hard to tell who is who just by showing two eyes.
"Death!"
Seemingly stimulated by Jiri's contemptuous eyes, the four Kusanagi rushed forward in synchronized coordination with each other.
"Uchiha Shuriken Jutsu."
Zhili said softly.
"I learned quite decently."
Zhili just wanted to laugh.
Ordinary ninjas can only wait to die if they get entangled in the wire.
Whether it is an escape technique or a substitute technique, prerequisites are required.
"Die! Repent in Naraku Huangquan!"
The four people roared and stared at Zhili, who made no movement at all.
Why!?
She doesn't hide?
Four ninja swords whizzed past the fatal places from the front, back, left, and right.
Beheading, cutting in half, piercing the heart and splitting the back.
Got it!
The eyes of the four people shrank sharply.
This feels...
Empty?
They jumped up violently, quickly distanced themselves, and stopped at the edge of the building. They each turned their heads and looked at the figures who were still staying in place as they passed by.
"Illusion?" someone asked with a trembling voice.
when?
"It's not too stupid."
The phantom that remained on the spot raised a hand with four kunai in it, and then threw it towards the top of its head.
The same weird flying posture twisted in the air like a spiritual snake, changing its flight path, flying in all directions, locking on their respective targets, making people confused about their intentions.
What's this?
Is it controlled by a wire tied to the end?
However, the fingers were not moving.
Jiri-ryu Shurikenjutsu
Not daring to be careless, the four of them raised their ninja swords above their heads simultaneously, looking for the right moment to block the shuriken's path.
Blocked!
The moment the blades touched each other, the kunai penetrated the ninja sword like a phantom and reached before his eyes.
It's an illusion!
Fake!
But where is the real kunai?
The next second, the ninja's eyes widened. Each of the four had a kunai inserted into their foreheads, and blood stains slowly left behind.
Isn't it an illusion?
"Uchiha Shuriken Jutsu..."
It seems that I am still far from learning...
The brain's thoughts were frozen at this moment, and the four people raised their heads and fell from the height of the building.
The figure standing on the spot had neither joy nor sadness on his face, and continued to overlook the situation.
"The bubbles of this world are both illusion and reality."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhili answered their questions, but unfortunately he could no longer hear them.
The figure standing there seemed to be a real person. There was no movement, and all the wires that had been wound around were scattered on the ground. He slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, and the jumping lightning stretched out, forming a bright purple thunder blade.
, the purple electric light hit the face, reflecting a cold and majestic pretty face.
His eyes were full of coldness.
The indifferent murderous intent is like an undercurrent under the sea, surging quietly.
His fingers lightly touched the blade of the thunder sword, moving slowly inch by inch. The sword was broken inch by inch, and scattered in the thunder light spots in mid-air, gorgeous blue butterflies fluttered and fluttered.
The scene that is not consistent with common sense is as beautiful as a dream.
"The eternal world is like a dream, and it lasts only a moment."
He closed his eyes gently. Before closing, the spell quickly faded, and his eyes turned pure white.
The seal is released, there is no longer any visual interference, and you fall into another dreamy world.
Huge and gorgeous light and shadow, colorfully surrounding the body, forming a kaleidoscope with different patterns.
This is what light looks like when it is reflected in different directions, at different angles, in different locations.
This is the truest essence of the world, but false anomalies seem like illusions.
There is a kind of contradictory broken beauty.
Then broken.
The figure standing on the spot was shattered like a phantom, disintegrating piece by piece, and the falling pieces were like fragments of glass. On the reflective mirror, kaleidoscopes of different shapes rotated rapidly.
For a moment, luminous blue butterflies flew up from the fragments one by one. On the vibrating wings, the kaleidoscope mark of clover appeared. This was the mark of the Flying Thunder God. It spread out and flew in all directions on the battlefield. As the wings vibrated, butterflies followed.