The Talent of Konoha

And more than once!

In this way, he couldn't help cheering up, not to mention that he didn't have Kirigakure as a backer, and he could already be counted as a wild Renzhuriki, so he naturally needed to be more cautious.

Whether it is to avoid the pursuit of Kirigakure Anbu or the shadow of this mysterious organization, he needs to move in the next few days!

He got up from the haystack where he was lying, regained some energy, and headed towards the sea. He wanted to solve his physical problems and find some food with him.

There are only a few dozen people in this fishing village, and the only way to make a living is fishing.

Moreover, they still produce and sell themselves, because this place is too remote, and the nearest large civilian gathering place is tens of kilometers away from here.

It is obviously unrealistic to go so far to buy fish. After all, the road is not smooth and there are many bandits. Losing their lives to sell fish is not a worthwhile business.

And if you want to exchange for necessary daily necessities, such as salt or sugar, you need to wait for half a year to exchange with the caravan passing by to collect dried fish.

So, this fishing village is really poor.

The foam came straight to the sea, the water was very clear, and he looked at his own reflection on the water.

Long bangs, loose robes, somewhat thin body, and somewhat dull eyes.

"Snapped!"

He squatted down, took a little water with both hands, and patted it on his face to regain some energy.

Although sea water is not drinkable, it is still possible to do odd jobs and wash your face.

In this way, he carried out his personal cleaning work in a slow manner.And after finishing all this, he squatted by the seaside again, looking at the seaside with ecstasy.

He misses the village a little bit, although the life there makes him feel depressing, and the faces of those people make him feel dull, but there are many familiar people there, as well as fixed residences, instead of being displaced like now.

"Fizz!"

Some strange voices sounded in his ears, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the fishing village not far away.

In his hand, the straw-like weapon was already in his hand.

He stood up and walked slowly towards the fishing village.

It's noon now, and at this time, everyone in the fishing village should be cooking.

Foam could see the rising smoke, but the whole village was extremely quiet, without a single voice!

This is very abnormal!

Anyone who knows this is abnormal, let alone a person like Bubble!

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

Foam heard something, from far to near, similar to the sound of a wooden door about to close, rubbing against the surroundings.

Some people feel toothache.

Bubble raised his vigilance and approached slowly.

He remembered that when he was stacking hay, there was a woman on the side of the village near him sitting at the door drying the dried fish he had pickled.

As the distance approached, he saw the woman, but at this time, the woman was already lying on the ground, breathless.

"No trauma, no blood! What's the reason?"

Foam stopped in his tracks, his nose twitched a few times, and he smelled a strange smell.

"Poison?"

A ball of chakra emerged from his body, and slowly turned into a bubble, enveloping him inside, isolating contact with the outside.

"Crench!"

The voice got closer, Bubble narrowed his eyes and looked to the other side of the village, all the muscles in his body tensed to the extreme, allowing him to face any coming attack.

"Squeak!"

A figure appeared in front of Bubble.

It was an extremely short figure, like a big tortoise, lying on the ground and moving towards him.

Red clouds on a black background!

Foam's eyes narrowed, thinking of something, the last time he met the enemy he was also dressed like this, and he also heard about this organization during this time.

"Sure enough, it's for the Tailed Beast..."

His back slowly bowed, and the weapon on his right hand gradually approached his mouth, and a powerful chakra began to circulate in his body.

"Are you Six Tails Jinchuriki?"

A hoarse voice reached Foam's ears, causing his brows to knit together.

……

"Are you the Five-Tails Jinchuriki?"

Jiaodu looked at the red figure with his hands folded in front of him in surprise, as if waiting for him and others.

Is this Renzhuriki really confident or arrogant, thinking that he can defeat himself and Hidan, yet he is waiting here without any concealment.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Akatsuki's bastard!"