Nagashima Kirijuro felt his face heat up, and the pungent smell of blood penetrated his nostrils crazily.
"Is this...blood?" Nagashima Kirijuro smelled this familiar smell and his eyes were in a trance.
Whose blood?
Why is there blood around him?
Nagashima Kirijuro turned his head instinctively, and happened to see the butler's head falling from his eyes.
Under his gaze, it was like a ball hitting the glazed tiles, rolling down like a bone.
‘Dead?!’ Nagashima Kirijuro’s eyes were dull: ‘Why is he dead?’
Things happened too fast, and Kisame took action too quickly.
It was faster than Nagashima Kirijuro's thinking speed.
It wasn't until the butler's head rolled down and hit the ground, until his body leaned forward and fell beside him, making a dull sound, that Nagashima Kirijuro's brain, which was almost out of commission, finally came to its senses.
Really dead, his butler is really dead!
So, is the master of Kongwu Temple also dead?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
There is only one person on the other side, even if it is a Jonin, he is definitely no match for Master Kongwuji!
Nagashima Kirijuro is absolutely unwilling to face this reality.
Unfortunately, his will cannot distort this reality.
Kisame's killing continues.
After the slaves reacted, they drew their samurai swords, shouted, and ran together, back to back, huddled together.
They have also received systematic military training, so there will be no defensive blind spots.
However, their resistance was as weak as a mantis trying to block the wheel with its arms in front of Kisame's falling butcher knife.
Kisame's figure was like a ghost, and his speed was so fast that this group of strong servants could not catch him.
The sharp ninja sword was constantly raised and lowered, creating streaks of cold light in the air.
When the light of the knife flashed, a human head rolled down.
Blood flowed like a fountain, and a patter of blood rained from the sky.
These domestic soldiers who helped the tyrants do evil and committed evil deeds collapsed.
They looked at the black shadows that kept flashing by, screaming and fleeing in all directions.
Facing a murderer who is proficient in the art of killing, leaving his back to him is undoubtedly an initiative to report to the King of Hell.
In just half a minute, except for Nagashima Kirijuro and the three pairs of boys and girls, there was no one alive in this courtyard.
Nagashima Kirijuro listened to the screams that kept coming from his ears, and his dull eyes finally showed fluctuations.
'It's true! The master of Kongwu Temple was really killed!'
'Waste! A waste that only knows how to brag!!' Nagashima Kirijuro's body began to tremble, shaking like chaff.
Kisame slashed down with his ninja sword, and the three pairs of boys and girls tied to the cross fell to a pool of blood on the ground.
They didn't feel nauseated or scared. They stared at Kisame's back, their eyes becoming fanatical.
If, if they had such power, they wouldn't be so powerless.
"It's your turn, the head of the Nagashima family." Kisame appeared on the roof, his eyes indifferent, and blood dripped down the blade of the ninja sword in his hand.
The sound of blood drops hitting the glazed tiles was very soft, but Nagashima Kirijuro, who was already dizzy with old age, felt that they sounded like muffled thunder.
"Don't, don't kill me, Ninja-sama!!"
thump.
This earthly emperor who has been in charge of Gray Mist City for decades, who was once the nightmare of all Gray Mist City slaves, actually knelt down directly in front of Kisame at this moment:
"I have money, I have a lot of money! As long as you don't kill me, I'll give it all to you, all of it to you!"
Nagashima Kirijuro frantically begged for mercy. Kisame looked at the flabby old man with cold eyes:
"I'm tired of hearing this kind of boring talk."
The crimes committed by Nagashima Kirijuro are too numerous to mention, and Kisame is not a righteous partner.
He didn't bother to judge anyone, he just wanted to slaughter them all, these beasts in human skin.
Water Escape·Water Body.
Water Escape·Water Prison Technique!
Kisame's water avatar turned into a black shadow and appeared next to Nagashima Kirijuro. He reached out and landed on his head. A water ball as tall as a person appeared and enveloped him inside.
Kisame didn't just kill him, but trapped him first.
Nagashima Kirijuro thought Kisame was hesitant and immediately promised a bunch of benefits.
However, Kisame was too lazy to listen to such nonsense.
His eyes, as cold as sharks, swept around and took in the entire Nagashima family.
‘One, two, three, four, five…’
Kisame counted silently in his mind.
He saw a group of nobles dressed in fine clothes and with Yongdao blood in a miserable state.
The precious silk became wet and wrinkled, sticking to their bodies. Their hair stuck to their faces like waterweed, and they looked around in shock.
'Haha, it turns out that even so-called nobles are afraid.'
He will not let any of the blood of the Nagashima family go!
Shaking off the blood on the slightly curled ninja sword, the snow-white blade reflected Kisame's cold appearance.
Kisame moved like the wind, sweeping around the pavilion where Nagashima Kirijuro was located as the center.
All the slaves he encountered turned into ghosts killed by Kisame's sword.
The people he met wearing gorgeous clothes, whether they were nobles with Nagashima blood or their close servants, were all thrown into a courtyard and guarded by a water clone.
During this period, Kisame summoned another water body and did other things.
He let his water avatar leave the Yongdao family and drove the residents around Gray Fog City to the Yongdao family.
Half an hour later, apart from the group of people dressed in fine clothes and the victims they imprisoned in the dungeon, there was no one alive in the Yongdao family, which covers an area of tens of thousands of square meters.
Residents driven by another water incarnation also arrived one after another.
Their faces were full of fear and anxiety. As soon as they approached the red line 100 meters away from the Nagashima family's mansion, they were trembling with fear. They knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy. They refused to come forward.
Even if Kisame threatened them with death, it would be of no avail.
Kisame's water clone looked at this scene and couldn't figure out why they would rather die by his own sword than take a step forward.
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He couldn't figure it out, so he kept this matter in his mind silently, preparing to ask Qianye for advice later.
Just when Kisame gave up, the little girl he had rescued before struggled to squeeze out of the crowd.
If someone stood in front of her, she would step on the other person's back and use her back as a ladder to get to the front.
The little girl looked at the mansion a hundred meters away. Her legs had begun to weaken, her breathing had become rapid, her heart was beating wildly, and she felt dizzy.
It seemed that it was not a mansion, but a savage beast with its bloody mouth open.
For as long as she can remember, her father has repeatedly emphasized that she must never approach the Nagashima family, otherwise their whole family will be executed with the most cruel means.
This sentence was repeated over time, and it became engraved in the little girl's soul.
Especially when she and her father saw with their own eyes a child about her age who accidentally crossed the red line and entered the 100-meter range because of his playfulness, and was arrested by the private soldiers of the Nagashima family, along with his family.
He was taken to the vegetable market and tortured slowly until he died.
This rule is engraved in the hearts of the residents of Gray Mist City through this method.
‘I no longer have a father.’ The little girl told herself.
'I want to avenge my father.'
‘I’m going to kill them! Kill everyone in the Nagashima family!!’
She gritted her teeth and opened her eyes hard. If she didn't do this, she would close her eyes in fear and be afraid to move forward.
She wanted to look at the Nagashima family's mansion and then step over it! Cross this red line!
The little girl stepped forward with her trembling legs, stepped hard, and successfully crossed the red line.
She stared blankly at the mansion in front of her, but the danger she imagined did not appear.
It turns out that this is not something that cannot be done.
She subconsciously looked back at the residents kneeling in front of the red line and suddenly felt relaxed.
‘tui!’ The little girl spat towards the red line behind her, took a deep breath, turned around and strode towards Nagashima’s house.
"If you keep kneeling down, I'm going to start killing people," Kisame said with a cold expression on his face. He didn't even have to pretend to be a bad guy. His ferocious face showed up and it was directly part of his true performance: "Who wouldn't?
Let’s go, who should I kill?”
These numb slaves shivered in fear as they looked at Kisame, who was like a shark turning into a spirit.
Seeing that the little girl was sure that nothing was wrong, they took courage and walked forward with their bodies hunched over.
As he walked, he looked around nervously with his eyes. If any soldiers of the Nagashima family appeared, they would turn around and run away without saying a word.
If you are caught by that group of jackals, disaster will happen that will affect your whole family!
The angle of view was raised, and a thin child was seen spreading his legs and striding forward hard.
Behind her were a group of ragged slaves with yellow faces and skinny muscles.
These slaves were like a swarm of ants, flocking to the Nagashima family from all directions.
Until we walked to the front door of the Nagashima family's mansion, nothing unexpected happened.
Suddenly, they smelled an extremely pungent smell of blood.
It was so thick that they felt as if they were soaked in blood.
They looked at the quiet mansion, their hearts agitated, and they secretly guessed:
Could it be that the Nagashima family has been slaughtered by this vicious ninja...
At this time, they saw the girl walking in front of everyone suddenly kneeling on the ground and vomiting loudly.
'What exactly did she see?'
'Bodies, so many corpses!'
From the moment she stepped through the door, corpses were lying everywhere the little girl could see.
The blood flowing out of their bodies gathered on the ground and mixed with the puddles left from the previous use of the waterfall technique, forming a pool of blood.
Those fat and muscular soldiers and those servants who were always aloof were all lying in a pool of blood, motionless.
The little girl held her hands in the pool of blood, feeling the unique viscosity of the blood.
Her pupils dilated and contracted, then returned to normal, and then she burst out laughing.
"Dead, all dead, hahahaha."
No, how could they all be dead?
There must be people alive, there must be people alive!
Find them, and then kill them all, leaving no one behind!
...
Kisame appeared on the roof where Nagashima Kirijuro was. Seeing that all parties were in place one after another, he immediately brought Nagashima Kirijuro to the roof of another annex.
This other courtyard houses those beasts dressed in rich costumes.
Kisame's slightly hoarse voice sounded:
"I read in the intelligence that your Yongdao family likes to play hunting games.
Throw a bunch of people into a closed environment and let them kill each other."
In this so-called hunting game, the Nagashima family will not issue any weapons to the slaves inside because they think it is too unappreciative.
Their emotional thresholds are constantly increasing, and their behavior will naturally become more and more abnormal.
The only weapons slaves have are their bodies.
Fists, elbows, legs, teeth, head...
The fighting will continue until there are only three people left.
If anyone doesn't take the initiative to fight, they will drag the slave's family to the central square and perform various tortures afterwards.
It sounds incredible. Don’t those slaves know how to resist?
Again, they resisted.
Time and again, but the result of each resistance is always despair.
Too many people have died, countless, generation after generation.
Those who survived have been domesticated into docile sheep by the Nagashima family.
When the butcher's knife falls, the sheep will run away, bleat, and struggle, but they will not resist.
Because they have forgotten to resist.
Now, Kisame really wants to see the difference between these beasts in gorgeous clothes in this game and the people they treat as toys.
He wanted to see what the expressions of these slaves would be when they saw this group of nobles in rich uniforms fighting each other like they did in the past.
'Hokage-sama said, tooth for tooth, blood for blood.'
'Hokage-sama also said that a gentleman's revenge can only be avenged in ten lifetimes!'
'What will you do?'
Gray Mist City is the first stop Qianye decided for Kisame after reading the information provided by the Fourth Mizukage.
In the Kingdom of Water, it is very rare to find something as perverted as Gray Mist City.
It is precisely because it is rare and special that it is more meaningful.
Qianye wants to use this brutal method to tear apart Kisame's three views formed in the past, and then use his own thoughts to reshape Kisame's three views.
Kisame is undergoing drastic changes just as Qianye expected.
He is transforming.
Qianye is looking forward to the transformed Kisame Kisaki.
'These walls are in the way.'
Kisame frowned slightly and let his water body bulldoze the surrounding walls. He looked at the ruins of the other courtyard, looming in the smoke and dust, and his mood finally improved.
Without destruction, there is no rebirth.
Will you be reborn?
"let's start."
"Today, you are the protagonists of this hunting game. If anyone doesn't move, just pretend to be dead."
Kisame grinned, formed seals with his hands, and summoned a thick wall of water. Then he bit his thumb and used his psychic technique with his right hand according to the wall of water to summon a group of small sharks with sharp teeth:
"Just wait to be eaten clean by my shark."
"As for you," Kisame glanced at Nagashima Kirijuro out of the corner of his eye and said, "Just stay here with me and watch your descendants play this game."
Nagashima Kirijuro collapsed. He pointed at Kisame, his lips trembled and shouted: "Devil! You devil!!"