Naruto: The Masked Witch

"Damn, hate, why can't it be washed off, it stinks!"

Muramasa was sitting by a stream, constantly washing his arms, even though one arm was already red and swollen from rubbing, Muramasa didn't stop what he was doing.

As if something stubborn was attached to it.

"Why can't the smell be washed away!" Muramasa angrily beat the water surface, splashing waves of water.

Just three hours ago, he personally killed his parents, younger siblings who were already hungry in bed.It's just that when he killed his father, the blood spattered onto Muramasa's arm, and the strong stench remained on his body and couldn't go away.

"Excuse me, do you need help?"

Suddenly, a girl in rough clothes passed by, seeing Muramasa's pale face, she knelt down and handed her handkerchief, and asked caringly.

Muramasa heard the sound and looked around, and the gentle scent of a girl came from his nostrils.

"You, what's your name?"

"My name is Yuanxiang, and I live in a village upstream of the stream. I saw that you are in a bad state. Did something bad happen to you?"

At that moment, Muramasa seemed to see a goddess, and the holy light emanating from Yuanxiang's smile enveloped him.

"No... My name is Muramasa. Our village was attacked and everyone in the village died. I escaped by luck."

"Are you homeless now?"

Murakami nodded. Although the house was still there, there were corpses of family members lying everywhere, so it was no longer a home.

He poisoned the well water in the village. For some reason, after the seed took root and germinated in his body, just one drop of juice squeezed out could kill the entire village.

Watching his parents drink water from the well and fall weakly in front of him, the villager brutally killed them.

"Since you have no place to go, you might as well come to our village. Everyone in the village is very nice and will accept you."

"Then... that's troublesome." Muramasa held Yuanxiang's outstretched hand, and the moment the two hands touched, the stench lingering on Muramasa's body seemed to be wiped away in an instant.

Muramasa felt his heart beating strongly, like a dance music specially played for Yuan Xiang.

Is this the expression of love?

Since birth, Muramasa has been busy eating and drinking at home all day long, living in a hell that resembles abuse. Where can he come into contact with the opposite sex like Yuanxiang?

"Your face is so red, do you have a cold?"

"No, I'm just a little excited, and finally I don't have to wander anymore."

"Don't worry, everyone will accept you very well, and the witch will definitely protect you."

"Master Witch?"

"That's right, that Lady Witch, she is willing to bear all the sins for us believers, she is the most respectable person."

The moment he heard the title Witch-sama again, the image of that white girl suddenly appeared in Muramasa's mind.

It was she who gave her the seeds of lust and gave herself the power of revenge.

Now, the village is freed from the hell that has been going on for ten years, thanks to that day's meeting.

"Can I meet that witch-sama?"

"No way, it's not that I won't let you see Muramasa, but we, the followers of the witch, have never seen the real appearance of the witch."

"Does the witch seldom show up?"

"Well, but as the agent of the witch, the bishop of anger often visits our village."

"An angry bishop..."

The moment he heard this name, Muramasa felt a certain echo.

If you are angry, it can be regarded as one of the roots of human nature. Is that little girl really a witch?

Village is following in the footsteps of Yuanxiang, along the upper reaches of the stream, to the village where she lives.