The Lost Clan of Naruto

On this rainy night, a red-haired boy killed their former boss.He killed all the rebels and told them that they were guilty.

And forced them to take an oath.

And the sound of this oath actually seemed to be able to shake the world.The act of being forced to be helpless, fearing that he would be killed by the boy in front of him without any effort, turned out to be from the heart.

However, judging from the cold-blooded murder of this young man just now, it seems that he does not care about his own life and death.

Many people are aware of this.

In fact, Zhishu Uzumaki is also, if anyone just kept silent and didn't shout, then his kunai would pierce his neck!

Compared to the Chakra scalpel, which has almost no traces, he still prefers the large swaths of blood spattered by Kumu.

Because when the warm blood is sprinkled on the guilty person, it can make them understand what fear is.

It was as if they were creeping in front of them now.

It is not his age that determines a person's identity.

But how sharp is the sword in his hand!

However, Zhishu Uzumaki still had no plans to end this incident.

If it ends in this way, then there is still a lack of a sense of ritual.

This is the core of a power, only to make them feel that their power is different from other powers.

Only then can we have the so-called sense of belonging.

Even if he doesn't have time here to gradually change these people's thoughts, those things should be left to the person named Harada.

I just want to burn my figure in their minds!Let them know that they once had a leader who changed them.

Uzumaki Zhishu slowly lowered the sword and inserted it into the dark scabbard behind it.

When the cold light of Qingquan Sword was finally concealed by the unpretentious scabbard, I don't know how many people took a deep breath in their hearts.

"it's finally over"

But is it really over?

Uzumaki Zhishu still scanned them sharply, different from before.Now no one dared to look at this child.

The child used the bones of dozens of people, the blood everywhere, and the pungent smell of blood to make them understand one thing.

Regardless of whether it is a just punishment, at least it can't offend the killing god in front of you!

Uzumaki Zhishu looked at these people's deeply bowed heads and couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.Because of the ritual, there must be a ritual feeling.

"Raise your heads and look at me."

Uzumaki Zhishu's voice was still cold, but it was very effective.

Almost everyone now subconsciously listened to what he said.

When they raised their heads and looked at the child seriously, they suddenly discovered that the child still looked very delicate.

If it weren't for the blood on that face, maybe it would be better.

When everyone put their gazes on Uzumaki Zhishu's body, it has to be said that there was a little nervousness at this time.

But when he thinks that he is not facing the audience to give a report, but cultivating forces that are inclined to himself, Uzumaki Zhishu is undoubtedly much better.

"Now! Raise your right hand and clenched your fists like I did!"

Another order came out. The kneeling people all learned the actions of Uzumaki Zhishu and put their right hand next to their head.

"Follow me to do the rest!"

Uzumaki Zhishu roared again, causing everyone here to be shocked.Staring at Uzumaki Zhishu more carefully, for fear of missing any plot.

But something surprising happened. The red-haired child clenched his right hand into a fist and raised it next to his head.

He even took out a kunai from the ninja bag with his left hand,

"Follow me with your sharp weapons!"

As a combat unit in a village, it is naturally impossible for everyone present to be without sharp weapons.

Whether it is kunai, or shuriken, sword or something.

In short, they all took it out with their left hands.

But they don't understand what this means.

What exactly is that kid going to do?

Why should such a ceremony be carried out?

What will happen next?

Everything is a mystery.

But something surprising happened to them when they were confused.

On vacation, I, Zhishu, gradually put kunai on his right wrist.

Tear

The blood flowed down instantly!

Flowing along Zhishu Uzumaki’s wrist to all parts of his arm, perhaps this night is dim.

But beside this electric lamp with the scorching light, the blood was spilling very clearly.

Is he crazy?

This kind of thought was born in everyone's mind, but there was something inexplicable that seemed to urge them to do the same.

It's like a sense of sacredness, damn it!Is this some kind of cult's initiation ceremony?

But under the threat of death, no one dared to defy all this.

They did everything one by one, and I have to deny that under such circumstances, these people are not a bit timid.

Perhaps it is because these are nothing compared to death.

When the blood was swayed, the familiar voice of Zhishu Uzumaki also sounded again.