Konoha Seven Taste House

The weather on July 1, Konoha's 56th year: sunny.

It has been more than two years since I came to Wuyin.

This village is heading for defeat.

In two years, too many blood heir family members died.

Bring soil, really a cruel person.

He intends to completely destroy the mist that killed Lin.

From the root cause, the mist will be destroyed.

...

The night is dim, Zhenxiu wrote down today's diary.

This habit has been following him for decades.

At the beginning, it was a requirement of the system in exchange for points.

Later, although there are points, but more is to truly cultivate one's own wishes.

Looking through the diary of the past by chance, Zhenxiu felt as if he had also returned to that time.

This system diary is his condensed years.

"It's late at night."

Zhenxiu looked at the moon outside the house and couldn't help but think of Konoha.

"Perhaps it's time to go back."

Looking at the list of systems, the task of conquering the five great nations was only the last point, and Zhenxiu showed a bit of joy.

It has been eight years since I left Konoha.

He suddenly missed that place.

"Quickly. Just the last step."

Zhenxiu smiled faintly, and suddenly, an orange cat jumped in.

"Meatball, where are you going so late? Isn't it just looking for a female cat?"

Really smiled.

Meatball curled his mouth in disdain.

"I just look down on those guys who only know how to sell cuteness to survive. Zhenxiu, I just saw two guys wearing red cloud robes with black background outside Wuyin Village. It should be the Xiao organization you mentioned. One of them is still Acquaintance. Itachi Uchiha."

Zhenxiu was taken aback for a moment, unexpectedly encountering this.

"Itachi still defected to the village. The Uchiha clan will eventually fall into the dust of history."

Zhenxiu shook his head slightly and got up.

"Are you going to see?"

"Yeah. It's time to go and see. It's been a long time since I saw the deceased."

Uchiha Itachi, a funny guy.

Now only thirteen years old, he has to face a miserable world.

It's really hard for him.

Of course, this does not mean that Zhenxiu agrees with Itachi's approach.

For the sake of the village, slaughter his own family.

Such an approach is too difficult to understand.

At least true cultivation would not do it like this.

Under the moonlight, a great battle was unfolding outside the mist.

The meat ball leads the way, one person and one cat, shuttled in the mist.

The strange thing is that no one has discovered their existence.

It's as if they are invisible.

Those misty and dark parts are like waste.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Zhenxiu heard the sound of fighting.

The voice is still quite intense.

"It looks like a fight."

Zhen Xiu whispered, the speed under his feet doubled.

Meatball hurriedly caught up, it was a bit difficult.

"This guy seems to have almost recovered. No, it seems to have improved a lot."

Seeing Zhen Xiu's moving speed, Rou Qiu said in his heart.

When this person and cat arrived, there was only a pile of corpses left at the place of the battle, as well as a seriously injured person.

"It seems that the battle is over."

Zhenxiu looked at the surrounding scene and whispered.

"The battle is fierce."

Meatball whispered, then his gaze fell somewhere.

"Zhen Xiu, that seems to be the fourth generation of Mizukage, Yakura. But he seems to have been severely burned and his life is dying. Such a powerful fire escape, I have never seen it."

Zhenxiu heard the words and looked over.

The baby-faced Yakura looked really miserable now.

His back has been completely burned by the fire of the sky, if it is not treated in time, it is extremely dangerous.

However, Zhen Xiu didn't intend to bother about this matter.

"Don't worry about him, the dark part of the mist is already on its way."

"I'm asking, do you want to kill him."

Meatball said, showing his cat's paws.

Zhenxiu shook his head.

"I really did a little bit when I was in danger. I'm just a cook, not a ninja."

"Well, I really can't help you."

Meatball reluctantly put away the cat's paw in his own palm.

Zhenxiu looked at another place.

There, there was a person who had just died.

He is wearing a black robe with red clouds.

It was the person from Akatsuki.

In his hand, he held a broken big knife.

Except for the knife handle and the broken blade less than ten centimeters in length, the remaining fragments were scattered across the battlefield.

"Are you loquat juzo?"

Looking at the corpse that had lost all vitality, Zhen Xiu murmured.

"Do you know this guy?"

Meat Ball curiously said.

"It's acquaintance."

Seeing the broken beheaded sword, Zhenxiu was quite moved.

The next owner of this sword is also a poor man.

Speaking of it, I haven't seen it again for months.

He seemed to be planning something.

But I want to come, it won't be long.

While Zhenxiu was emotional, he saw a slight footprint on the ground.

The footprint is not big, it should be the footprint of a teenager.

"Itachi?"

Zhenxiu whispered, his eyes exploring in the dark night.

That boy just left.

"Meatball, let's go."

"Where to go? Go back?"

"No, go meet that young man in the dark."

After Zhen Xiu finished speaking, I got under my feet and left here.

Meatball immediately followed.

Although the two are at odds with each other on weekdays, when doing business, Rouqiu definitely listens to true cultivation.

This is how this person and cat get along.

Within a minute of leaving one person, one cat, several people came here.

"How could it become like this! Lord Shuiying!"

A middle-aged ninja was shocked when he saw the tragic situation in front of him.

This person is green.

And behind Qing is Terumi Mei.

"It seems that the battle just now was very tragic. Shui Ying-sama has exploded with the power of the three tails, and he is still injured like this."

Terumi Ming looked at Yakura's injury and was surprised.

From hearing the movement to coming over, within ten minutes, the opponent not only severely injured Yakura, but also disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, more than a dozen Anbu died here.

Such a killing speed and the strength of the opponent is really terrifying.

"Who would it be?"

Terumi Ming said in her heart.

"Loquat Juzo!"

At this time, Qing shouted loudly.

Terumi Mei returned to his senses and looked in the direction that Aoi saw.

There is a body there.

Loquat Juzo!

One of the seven Shinobi who defected from Wuyin!

It is the beheading knife in hand!

"It's actually him! Is he back?"

The broken swords were scattered everywhere, just like his master.

"He is dead. It should have been killed by Lord Shuiying. This suit..."

The green pupils shrank, as if they knew the dress.

"Qing, can you find anyone else is leaving?"

Qing heard the words, his hands knotted.

"Open your eyes!"

The looted eyes spread out.

Within a few kilometers, he was caught in his eyes.

"Found it! Someone is leaving!"

Qing Xi said.