Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior.

"Have you brought anything?"

"Hehe, I must bring it with me!"

"Quick, quick, quick! The captain has been called to a meeting by Lord Jiraiya. Let's relieve our alcohol addiction!"

In a Konoha tent, several ninjas gathered together, drinking wine secretly, looking like thieves.

As we all know, Konoha ninjas have three taboos.

The first "forbidden" is to prohibit luxury. Ninjas must be simple in their daily lives and are prohibited from pursuing extravagant money and materials, because materials will paralyze a ninja's mind. Most ninjas can do this well.

The second "forbidden" is forbidden color. Ninjas are prohibited from entering Fugetsu places. However, there is a FUNFUN Street not far from Konoha. Going there will give you a very FUN experience. Jiraiya and Sandai are both Fugetsu veterans.

The third "ban" is the prohibition on alcohol. Ninjas are prohibited from drinking before the age of 18. Even if they are over 18, they are not allowed to drink too much. They need to respond quickly at any time and be at your disposal. Being drunk may delay the fight.

But these chuunin stationed at the border were always listening to the wails and screams in the distance, and the pressure on them was really too great.

There are no other entertainment activities here. If you don't vent your emotions through drinking, your mental state may gradually collapse, and this is actually Tsunade's acquiescence.

Not just a few of them, but other camps as well.

"Ha! It's so cool!"

"Hey, tell me, when can you go back?"

"It should be soon. Master Jiraiya is back. It will be much easier for us here."

"Drink less, you will be scolded again when the captain comes back."

"What are you afraid of? Aren't the Eagles and the others guarding us? Apart from the recently famous Hanzo in the Land of Rain, is there anyone else who might pose a threat to our Konoha?"

A few people chatted about some random topics, and then drank. A bottle of expensive soju was evenly divided into several people's glasses, one for you and one for me.

Just when the atmosphere was getting heated.

呲! !

No one noticed that in the light-transmitting tent, a few drops of dark red blood spattered on the tent.

"What a slacker."

Looking at the people who fell like autumn wheat, Yunchuan, who was wearing a blank mask, shook his head.

When the few jounin-level Konoha ninjas were called by Jiraiya to exchange information.

In his eyes, the independent and closed camps were like sheepfolds, and the ninjas were like sleeping sheep.

The dark shadow scurrying through the intricate forest-like tents is the wolf that ruthlessly breaks into the sheep.

Yunchuan, who was sneaking in the shadows, seemed to have become the top silk opera artist with a knife in his hand, and he was in charge of the life and death of dozens of puppets.

With his fingers flying, the head of the enemy's "doll" was pulled up high by the silk thread, and was thrown up and down. The "doll" lost its head and thread and fell to the ground.

Under the dim light, round heads flew down with blood.

Every time he takes action, he is cold-blooded and decisive, showing no mercy, which is terrifying.

A short sword is like a sickle blade that cuts wheat. It may be merciful, but not merciful.

The figure was like cut wheat straw, with a large head and fell silently.

The corpses that passed away silently gradually piled up and started to bleed like water.

呲! !

Yumikawa, who could still travel through patches of red rain without losing a drop of blood, finally managed to get a drop of blood from his short sword through his cheek after dealing with a special Jōnin who noticed something unusual and became alert.

"Although it is noon now, but you reacted so quickly, should you say that you are worthy of being a great ninja?"

Aware of the noise outside, Yun Chuan paused slightly, showing a slightly troubled expression: "Not a single template was revealed. I'm really unlucky today."

Looking at the camp that was already filled with the smell of blood, he raised his hand and wiped the drop of warmth on his face, leaving a shallow trace of blood on his cheek.

At his feet, there was a ninja with eyes as wide as those of an evil spirit, but a kunai was pierced into his forehead, and it continuously gurgled out and gathered into a spring.

At this moment, Yun Chuan felt a breath locking him.

"Little thief!!"

A voice full of violence came, and the entire camp exploded from top to bottom in an instant, and the ground under Yunchuan's feet also felt shaking.

boom! !

The cracks in the ground that erupted with loud noise sunk in like landslides, and the entire land was shattered by an unimaginable terrifying force.

Those corpses were torn into broken pieces by the strange force that fell on them. The accumulated blood and broken bones exploded and flew away like bombs in an instant!

pat!pat!

Until Yunchuan's figure appeared again, in the turbid scarlet blood rain in the mid-air.

"...Tsunade-hime?"

He looked at the furious woman in the distance and praised, "What a terrifying power."

"One enemy? Only one enemy?"

Tsunade's chest, which was not yet fully developed, rose and fell violently. Seeing the dozens of ninjas being silently killed around her, anger surged out of her already annoyed mood.

One kid killed so many ninjas. What on earth were those guys doing?

The next moment, the anger burst out from the whole body along with the terrifying chakra.

boom! !

The whole person shot out like an arrow from the string, and the suffocating sense of oppression instantly poured towards Yunchuan. It was the terrifying power that condensed chakra to the extreme!

Not giving Yun Chuan any room for compromise, he took action to vent his anger.

But even if it's not late at night, it's still Yunchuan's home field.

Then try it, my current limit.

The corners of Yunchuan's mouth curved slightly, his blue eyes locked firmly on the figure approaching at high speed, and he raised his hand slightly towards Tsunade.

Tsunade, who was not yet in her prime, was a bit faster than he thought, and she could reach him in the blink of an eye.

The seemingly slender but powerful fist penetrated the air and aimed at Yunchuan's chest.

But the moment the turbulent fist wind started, Yun Chuan's raised palms suddenly closed.

Stand-in, lost cat! !

hum! !

The fist wind that was originally created was instantly compressed in front of him.

In an instant, Tsunade's figure froze suddenly, causing her eyes to widen subconsciously.

"what?!"

She felt as if her fist was stuck in a quagmire, and the terrifying power released was like hammering on cotton.

Before hitting Yunchuan's body, his fist could not move a step.

Not only that, like a spring pressed to its limit, Tsunade's face couldn't help but change when the terrifying counter-shock force came.

Her strange power caused ripples in the air like water, and the air affected began to tremble crazily with the opposite frequency.

Bang! !

Like a violent explosion of air, a huge wave of air burst out from between the two people, spreading in an almost transparent and invisible ring.

Feeling like she was punched with all her strength, Tsunade stepped back uncontrollably.

The shattering air waves lingered around her body, as if they suddenly turned into countless wind blades, sticking to her heart, neck, and back of her head, revealing the slightest bit of cold and deadly aura.