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"Weird...monster." Looking at the black blood vessels swimming freely under Kakuzu's skin, the Lei Yin rebel ninja Kurimoto Jun, who had always been evil-minded and ruthless, also lost his composure.

"To say that... is so rude of Kurimoto Jonin." Kakuzu pointedly pointed out, "I am... very sincere, and I am here to ask you for a small favor." Kakuzu gestured in a playful way. A little gesture.

...

Kakuzu, who had just swallowed Wada, still had an aftertaste on his body, and the smell of blood was very strong all over his body.

A gust of breeze blew into the room along the ajar window edge. The breeze blew up a piece of Kakudo's clothes, setting off waves of fishy wind...

In the pungent smelly wind, Horikawa Lijiu, who had dull eyes, suddenly trembled like a corpse coming back to life. With a pop, he knelt down neatly on the ground.

"But it's up to the Lord to send you!"

After saying this, Horikawa Lijiu knocked down hard, and Kurimoto Jun followed suit and knelt down on the ground.

"Well... don't be nervous. It's not a big deal. I have practiced a forbidden curse seal and I need to experiment with it 'alone'."

At this time, Earthly Resentment Yu had completely digested Hotan, and the black blood vessels no longer undulated and meekly disappeared into the lower layer of the skin.

Under the dual stimulation of fear and desire to survive, Lijiu burst out with unprecedented sensitivity.

Two brown venomous snakes emerged from the ground one after the other, their fangs pointed directly at Kurimoto Jun's neck.

Kurimoto Jun, who was completely unaware of the crisis, grabbed the one that jumped out first with his subconscious muscle reaction.

Unfortunately, despite his calculations, another one bit his left wrist, and the poison instantly spread through the body along the blood vessels.

There was no unnecessary questioning. Kurimoto Jonin just glanced at Lijiu's eyes and understood... It was a pity that the first move was lost.

Jun Kurimoto, who has been silent and drifting with the crowd since he entered the office, and Horikawa Liyu, who is dressed exactly like Orochimaru.

The murderous intention has been decided and the battle begins!

Kakuzu issued a cruel death-fight order to the two, with the loser "leaving" and the winner wearing a collar as Kakuzu's eagle dog for him to drive.

This is a battle for the "collar", this is the cruel world of ninjas.One moment they were companions sharing the same fate, and the next moment they were fighting to the death.

The world outside the five major countries is an unregulated lawless zone, without order and law...

Lions eat meat, vultures eat scavengers, the weak eat the strong. The truth of nature is that strength is an iron fist, and ninjutsu is power.

...

The two of them fought farther and farther away, from the gold exchange to the jungle, but neither of them had the idea of ​​​​leaving away.

Having seen Kakuzu's perception, they clearly knew that with their three-legged cat skills, it was absolutely impossible to escape Kakuzu's pursuit.

Rather than taking chances, exposing your back to the other party and trying again would be a waste of Kakuzu's suffering.It is better to cut off the opponent's head and join the strong man.

...

The sun was setting and the sky was dark.

The door of the money exchange was knocked by a short signal, and a figure covered in blood and missing an entire left arm staggered into the secret door of the money exchange.

"...Sir!" The night shift supervisor looked at the ninja with his head in a panic.

The embarrassed ninja who was called "Sir" ignored him and pushed the attendant away tremblingly, holding the big head of his former colleague.Walking towards the depths of the money exchange.

The dark passage leading to the underground, the further you go.The torches on both sides become sparse.

Under the dim light of the fire, this gloomy passage looked like the throat of some monster, making people's hair stand on end and making them feel uneasy.

The one-armed ninja holding his head in the passage was exhausted, and the usual few steps seemed to be delayed indefinitely.

The blackened and carbonized left shoulder, the depleted chakra, the cramped calf and the hungry stomach...

The will forged from ninja steel is already the final fuel that drives this walking corpse.

...

"Dong...dong dong"

"Please come in...Kurimoto Jounin."

The wooden door of the office was knocked, and the one who came back alive was Jun Kurimoto, who was even more powerful.Horikawa Liju dressed as Orochimaru has been beheaded with a knife.

What an irony... the ruthless and ruthless Jounin of Kurimoto who struck first... ended up being killed by the sword of the silent Kurimoto Jounin.

Is the Thunder Sword better than the Venomous Fang... It's natural to think about it. In Leiyin Village, a village where martial arts is popular, you won't survive long if you are not strong enough to be a rebel ninja.

Kurimoto Jun was a real jounin before he rebelled against the village, but Horikawa Lijiu's jounin was judged by the gold exchange...

Perhaps they are better at betrayal, sneak attacks, and betrayal, but in terms of hard power, these rogue ninjas are still far inferior to the serious elites born in the five major countries.

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"No wonder Kurimoto Jonin is so confident. It turns out that... an expert is brave." Looking at Kurimoto Jun who was kneeling on the ground and offering the enemy's head, Kakuzu was not shy about praising him.

"I would like to be your lord's minion. Jun's strength... is really small and not worth mentioning." Kurimoto Jun spoke in a standard iron country warrior accent, his back straightened with exhaustion.

Interesting, the Iron Country's... Raikakure rebels?There is someone with a story, but Kakuzu doesn’t intend to delve into it.

"There is no need to be humble, Kurimoto Jonin. There are always rumors that the hyenas in the money exchange are stronger than the orthodox ones of the five major nations."

"Hmph~" Kakudu sneered, and casually killed a reptile on the table. Yin Yang mocked in a slow tone, "Now it seems that it is purely self-promotion and nonsense."

...

When the goal was achieved, there was no trace of ink anymore. Fifteen servants were recruited, and after careful selection, a 27-year-old man was selected.

Silver light flashed past, Kakuzu cut off his left arm at the root, and sewed it on Kurimoto Jun with the earthly resentment...

Doors and windows blocked by mud, fourteen servants in panic, a servant with a broken arm lying on the ground and wailing...

The green medical chakra caressed Kurimoto Jun's left shoulder.

But Kurimoto couldn't feel the slightest warmth, only feeling cold all over his body.

"How about giving it a try..." Kakuzu kindly helped Kurimoto Jun up and handed over the short knife that was still dripping with blood.

"Ah... try? With what..." Kurimoto Jun's dark face looked at the smiling Kakuzu in front of him like a fool, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure of the spinning world.

"Kurimoto Jonin, you can't be..."

"You can't hold the knife anymore, can you?" Kakudu suppressed his smile and tilted his head nervously.

"Clang" The short knife slipped from Kurimoto Jun's trembling hands, but was picked up again immediately.

"Sir! Your thunder knife is still sharp!"

The half-broken Kurimoto Jonin roared hysterically driven by fear.

Relying on the chakra delivered during Kakuzu's treatment, Kurimoto Jun recovered part of his physical strength.

On the short sword, lightning clung to it.

Kurimoto Jun turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the spot, and fifteen innocent heads rose into the sky accompanied by streaks of thunder.

...

"Hmph...not bad."