At the city wall of Uzushio Village, directly under the city wall facing the Kirigakure camp, in the shadow where the sunlight cannot reach, Uzumaki Makoto, Uzumaki Akira and Uzumaki Ryo gathered here.
They were discussing something in a low voice, and not far away, there were ruins scattered everywhere, only a dozen meters away from the city wall.
"I still think this method has a lot of flaws, and the clan leader and others may not take the bait." Uzumaki Liang was worried, and he would look back at the buildings in the central area from time to time, obviously feeling uneasy.
Compared with the muscular Uzumaki Akira, Uzumaki Ryo is undoubtedly much smaller in terms of height, weight, and courage. When thinking about problems, he is more likely to get bogged down in details and become indecisive.
"Why are you still thinking so much now?" Xuanwo Mingweng said angrily, snorted heavily as he spoke, and said bluntly: "Wealth and wealth are here to fight, success or failure, life or death depends entirely on God's will."
"Liang, even at this juncture, you are still so timid. You are undoubtedly throwing yourself into disarray."
After Uzumaki Ming finished speaking, a trace of displeasure appeared on Uzumaki Liang's face. It seemed that he was extremely dissatisfied with the evaluation given to him by his companion.
But before he could speak, Uzumaki Cheng suddenly spoke, and his first sentence was: "Can you two shut up?"
Noting that there was no expression on Uzumaki Cheng's face, and his expression seemed to be extremely cold, Uzumaki Ryo and Uzumaki Akira did not dare to neglect, and they closed their mouths knowingly.
As Uzumaki Makoto's subordinates for many years and confidants who know certain of his secrets, Uzumaki Ryo and Uzumaki Minta know the horror of Uzumaki Makoto.
Therefore, it is okay for Uzumaki Makoto not to speak, but as long as he speaks and gives clear instructions, Uzumaki Ryo and Uzumaki Akira will not dare to disobey.
All this is not only because of Uzumaki Cheng's identity, but more importantly, because of the other party's extremely weird and extremely powerful ability.
In the eyes of both of them, Uzumaki Makoto's strength is completely comparable to that of the Uzumaki Clan Leader, and to some extent even surpasses him. However, Uzumaki Makoto has always been silent and hid his true strength deeply.
He seems to have been waiting for an opportunity, and this opportunity seems to be coming now.
Time passed slowly in the silence of the three people. In the blink of an eye, a few hours passed, and the sun just moved to the center of the sky, dispelling the shadow that shrouded the three Uzumaki Cheng.
"Makoto-sama! Kirigakure has retreated!"
Suddenly, a slightly excited shout came from the top of the city wall, causing Uzumaki Cheng's slightly closed eyes to slowly open.
He looked up and saw a subordinate he had arranged in advance waving to him. Judging from the gesture, Kirigakure had undoubtedly withdrawn his troops.
"It's time to start." He concluded calmly. Uzumaki Makoto did not go to the top of the city to confirm. He looked straight and focused on a few mist ninjas who were sitting slumped close to the bottom of the city wall, completely motionless.
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These Mist Ninjas were secretly captured by Uzumaki Makoto in a recent battle, hidden from the eyes of many Uzumaki tribesmen, in order to cooperate with the kidnapping plan proposed by Uzumaki Koichi.
After all, if you're going to do a show, it's best to do the whole thing.
At this time, each of these fog ninjas said nothing, probably because their mouths were all blocked by rags, but judging from the frightened look in their eyes, it was obvious that they were not at peace in their hearts.
It is worth mentioning that the Mist Ninja prisoners were not tied with ropes, and judging from their slightly trembling fingers, they did not completely lose their mobility, but they were motionless.
That feeling is not so much that they dare not move, or that there are some restrictions in their bodies, but rather...
There was something invisible that was tightly wrapped around their bodies, around their limbs, and around their torsos, making them unable to do anything except move their fingers and blink their eyes.
No unnecessary movements can be made.
This can be seen from the faint marks of strangulation on their limbs and clothes.
Uzumaki Makoto looked at these fog ninjas who seemed to be very frightened without expression for a while. After a while, he said slowly:
"Now, there is an opportunity before you."
"After a while, my companions will bring a few children. You can choose to bring them to your Kirigakure troops, or you can choose not to do so and try to resist me."
"If you follow my arrangements, you will be free, and I promise not to harm any of you, so that you can return to your village safely."
"If you don't act according to my arrangements, you will die, and you will die in an extremely painful and tragic way."
Having said this, Uzumaki Cheng smiled slightly. He gently raised his palm, clenched his fingers tightly, and then slightly bent his arm, moved it to the side of his face, and made a pulling back motion.
Following Uzumaki Makoto's movement, the several mist ninjas who were slumped on the ground seemed to be out of control. They leaned forward and flew towards Uzumaki Makoto, and in the blink of an eye they fell down in front of him.
Bang bang bang.
After several muffled sounds, these fog ninjas staggered and lay together on the ground, but the collision between their bodies and the ground seemed not to cause any pain to them at all.
Because, compared to falling, there is undoubtedly something more painful happening to their bodies right now.
"Woooooooo..."
Their faces turned red, as if they could not breathe. If you look closely, you will find faint golden lights flashing at their throats.
These golden lights seem to shine into one piece and seem to be connected together. They appear to be extremely narrow and long, and there are extremely many in number.
It felt like golden threads that were difficult to discern with the naked eye condensed together, eventually forming a handkerchief-sized network of golden threads that was tightly wrapped around the necks of these mist ninjas.
And, it shrinks tighter and tighter.
"Feel my power?"
Uzumaki Makoto seemed to be indifferent to the fact that these mist ninjas were about to suffocate to death. He casually turned his index finger in a small circle back and forth in front of his eyes, and said lightly:
"If I tried, you would suffocate."
"If I wanted to, you would be cut in half."
"If I wanted to..."
As he spoke, Uzumaki Cheng's lips curved into a smile, and his entire face seemed to melt into a shadow instantly, making him look extremely eerie.
"Your fingers, toes, arms, calves... every piece of flesh on your body will slowly separate from your body."
"Want to try it?"
The whispers of the devil rang in the ears of the mist ninjas. Even though their bodies could not move at this moment, even if their throats were about to be completely out of breath, they still tried their best to point their heads at Uzumaki Makoto, and their eyes revealed one after another.
Pleading eyes.
Seeing this, Uzumaki Cheng stopped his movements in time, and the sinister smile on his lips slowly disappeared.
Soon, the same elegant and easy-going smile appeared on his face again.
For the Mist Ninjas, at this moment, the ever-present squeezing feeling on their necks was gone, the feeling of suffocation completely disappeared, and Uzumaki Makoto seemed to have returned to normal.
It was as if the scene just now was just an illusion of the mist ninjas.
But all Mist Ninjas know that it is not an illusion.