Hokage: Beginning Awakening Dead Bone Pulse

"That guy just now, soon."

Hoshigaki Kisame looked at the place where Shura Road disappeared, and said nothing for a long time.

Being able to target the fragile position of the watermelon mountain puffer fish with a single blow, and press it to it with strength, such a strength, even he may not be able to take advantage.

"Damn it!"

The watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. This weird black stick weapon pierced his kidneys and caused extensive bleeding in his body. The most important thing is that his current Chakra is completely suppressed, his body stiffens, and he is pulled out. The strength of the weapon is gone.

"Kisame, help me pull out the black stick!"

"Hoshigaki Kisame!"

Seeing the Anbu who was called by his name, looked at the distance and was stunned, the Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish ghost called again angrily.

"Yes."

Hoshigaki Kisame nodded, but walked in the other direction, where there were several Mist Shinobi Anbu who had no time to jump off the cliff to track the enemy.

"Feel sorry."

The sharp blade slashed the throat, and Hoshigaki Kisame's powerful and heavy blow was very consistent, killing several Anbu nearby, and an Anbu in the distance who saw this scene, was stunned for a few seconds, and then chose to escape.

"Water Style·Water mackerel technique."

Kisame didn't worry about the other party's escape. His hands were neatly formed into a ninjutsu mark, and a huge shark floated from the ground and bit towards the other party.

With a scream, the last Mist Shinobi Anbu on the scene also returned to heaven.

Hoshigaki Kisame let out a sigh, not knowing whether it was regret or joy, and then looked back at the watermelon mountain puffer ghost who fell on the ground.

"You, what are you doing! You bastard!"

The watermelon mountain blowfish ghost couldn't care about the physical pain, and cursed at Hoshigaki Kisame, and at the same time, he broke free from the black stick with all his strength, and wanted to resume his actions.

It is a pity that there are so many black rods that he firmly set his fat body on the ground.

"I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost."

"Kisame, you..."

Hoshigaki Kisame didn't touch these weird black rods. With just seven or eight thin black rods, he kept his long-agitated boss motionless, showing its horror.

Kisame drew his Shinobi sword and pointed it at the head of the watermelon mountain blowfish ghost desperately twisting.

In a daze, he recalled the first time he had attacked his companion. It was a sunny day with good weather, but unfortunately, the night fell too fast.

"At any time, you must ensure that the task is completed, but if the task fails, the companions around you will be a burden. You must kill them and destroy their brains to prevent the leakage of information. Kisame, do you remember? "

The watermelon mountain blowfish ghost looked at Kisame condescendingly, and said with majesty.

"I remember."

Kisame knelt down blankly.

......

"Your life is very hard, right?"

When Kisame put the sharp blade into her heart, the hot beating gradually subsided, which made him feel false for the first time.

This world is false.

......

"I see."

Kisame looked at the scroll in his hand, which recorded the reason why the mission failed.

Their information was completely leaked!

"Who the hell is it?"

"what!!"

The neighboring ninja who couldn't stand the torture told the truth, "Yes, it's your boss, Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost..."

Without hesitation, the blade drew across the ninja's throat, and Kisame remained expressionless.

The moonlight that night was very peaceful, shining on the sharks licking their wounds silently on the shore.

......

"do not want!"

A Mist Shinobi ninja looked at Kisame with a begging gaze. Although he was injured, he could still run away from the injury.

laugh!

Blood spattered.

Kisame shattered his companion's head with one blow, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

He is hopeless.

"The world itself is false, and death is nothing but a dream."

......

Countless thoughts flashed through Kisame's mind. As an orphan, he had also encountered friendship and love, but these things slipped away from him before he could understand them.

"this world!"

"It's false!"

laugh!

Blood splashed out, and the face of the watermelon mountain puffer ghost before death was terrified with horror.

"Everything... is over."

Hoshigaki Kisame dropped the Shinobi sword on the ground, took Samehada from the back of the watermelon mountain blowfish ghost, and put it on his back.

"Next, where should I go?"

Looking at the corpses in one place, Hoshigaki Kisame felt confused after a long absence.

Killing the boss who brought him into the darkness did not let him go to the light, but instead drove him to the deeper abyss step by step.

"Killing the commander of Mist Shinobi Anbu, Kirigakure must not be able to stay."

Hoshigaki Kisame glanced at the direction inland.

"Just go there."

......

"It seems that you were not lucky in your action this time."

Jing Ming returned to the Water Country, looked at the embarrassed two people in front of him, and joked.

"Master Jing Ming, thanks to your help, otherwise we will really die in that person's hands."

Thinking of the cunning style of the watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost, even if Murakami disdain, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Jing Ming's two hands gently brushed the tops of Muraki and Murakami's heads, and two streams of pure life energy were sent into them to help them recover from their physical injuries.

"I know, what have you experienced, it's just a pity that one person was let go this time."

"who?"

Jing Ming sat down casually.

"You may not know, Hoshigaki Kisame, have you heard of it?"

"Forehead......"

Muraki scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Is it an Anbu man with dark blue short hair?"

Murakami's eyes condensed slightly, looking towards Jing Ming.

"Oh? You know?"

Jing Ming came interested.

Murakami said with lingering fear: "Although he is not sure, if anyone among those people is worthy of your attention, it should be him. After I opened the second form of the curse seal, I discovered his hidden strength. I dare say that if He was also fully involved in the battle, and I couldn't last five minutes under the watermelon mountain blowfish ghost."

In the face of two elite Jōnin, Murakami did not dare to pack his tickets even if he claimed to be good, not to mention that there was a crowd of Chūnin Jōnin looking around.

"it's him."

Jing Ming patted his thigh and stood up.

"A very interesting person."

Murakami can't figure it out. You are a teenager who defected from Kirigakure a few years ago. How did you meet an adult man who held a position in Anbu?

Jing Ming's expression looked a bit regretful. In his impression, although Kisame was the person who slaughtered his companions and was unforgivable, he felt that he was a very charismatic person.

Perhaps it was to take care of Itachi, or perhaps to protect Uchiha Madara's secrets and commit suicide.

This is a dream chasing man who is confused about the real world and obsessed with the ideal world.

With his gentleness to Itachi, it is not difficult to see that he also has a special bond in his heart.

Such a person would be a good helper when Jing Ming's wings are mature.

Unfortunately, Jing Ming missed him.

If the two can touch it, Jing Ming believes that the bloody sea of ​​corpses behind him can definitely accommodate Kisame's bloody life.

"Let's go, let's go back to the country of the sea."

Jing Ming greeted the two and turned to leave.

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