Strong mental power is the only talent that Daimaru can show off and can be regarded as outstanding.

It was not possible to use it before, but it was fine if there was no one to guide him. Now there is a possibility that he could use it, but it would be a pity if he would be abandoned like this.

Even if it is just a star puppet line that he has erected himself, he has benefited a lot.

This is because of the ability to capture the right-handedness of the blood limit.

Of course, there are also many regrets.

The curse seal on the right body can allow Damaru to use natural energy indirectly, but he cannot learn to use natural energy.

The two seem to be similar, but in fact there is a world of difference.

Relying on external forces is still reliable enough to be able to master it yourself.

"It's almost time, you go and rest..."

Next, it was Qian's turn to be on duty after midnight.

"Um!"

Daimaru was not reserved, and walked straight into a dry cave that could barely cover the erosion of the cold wind with the moisture at night, and lay down on Yuyi.

How to break through this bottleneck?

Daimaru was thinking in her heart, and she couldn't sleep for a while.

In fact, it’s not just Qian feels that the road ahead is narrow, so why is Daimaru the same?

There is a limit to simply improving combat power. Although it is a bit discouraged, Daimaru also knows that the chance of successful practice of the Wind-Escape Chakra mode is very small.

This is actually similar to the difficulty of Daimaru learning to use natural energy.

The road is right there, but there are obstacles that are difficult to overcome. If you can pass, you will naturally have a smooth road, and many ideas that were difficult to achieve in the past will become reality.

If you can't get through, it's probably like Temari and Kankuro. In the future, you will be a pretty good-looking Mitsukoshi, and at most you will be a little smarter.

Although Daimaru still has a lot of room for improvement, his future development can be roughly seen.

It is enough for Daimaru to be in the Sand Village. Even in the ninja world, Daimaru is quite sure to make a little famous, but these are really difficult to satisfy Daimaru's appetite.

You can’t let the famous name of “Red Sands and Dust” be shamed!

Sometimes Daimaru also wonders if he should try to get a few Sharingans.

Of course, just think about it!

Just as he was thinking about it, Damaru fell asleep in a daze. When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside.

It's really a wet place.

Sandun, who is used to the dry climate of the Wind Country, may not be able to withstand this kind of air with great humidity in the morning and evening.

"It's really annoying..."

Damaru walked out and saw Yemu wiping his forehead in a cowardly manner. Even though the temperature was not very high, he felt sweat all over his body, and his body was sticky and he felt very uncomfortable.

Qianyao is not much better. The white velvet iron fan is wet and sticks into a ball. It can't even twist out the water. It's so annoying.

"Luckily this is not the Rain Country..."

Daimaru smiled gleefully.

A country that rains all year round, I really don’t understand how the people there persist.

"The sun has been out for so long and the forest is still so wet. No wonder no one wants to live in such a ghost place!"

Qian shook the precious white velvet iron fan and wanted to let it dry as soon as possible.

"Let's go, it's getting late!"

Although it is a task that can be used to work hard, you have to do the work you should do first.

Dawan cleaned his sleepy eyes, wiped his cheeks, and used wind escape to speed up the evaporation of the water on his body's surface, which suddenly became refreshing.

"Hey? My hair is still strands, and water is almost dripping from it..."

Yemu grabbed the ponytails that were a little concerned, and had to put them down for the time being and keep up with Daimaru and Chih.

"Speak quietly, there might be ambush nearby!"

Daimaru turned around and said,

"Look at the area we are going to investigate today, are there any abnormalities..."

"knew!"

Daimaru is usually easy to talk to, but once he starts to perform tasks, he will be a little overbearing.

Qian, who was one step behind, walked side by side with Yemu, covering his sight to the distance, while some of his companions who ignored their defenses near him.

...

In the quiet jungle where birds cries came from time to time, Sa Nin and his group carefully avoided the sight of almost all observers and came to a camping place surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The Sagitin secretly looked at the team that was resting below, observing their strength.

"Is this the wandering ninja you observed that day?"

"It should be!"

Yemu nodded.

"It's really... a group of mobs!"

Daimaru sighed softly.

How could this be a wandering ninja in a bad condition?

It is said that it is a group of refugees that someone believes that if they hadn’t brought the “guarding guard” they carved by themselves with the iron piece they picked up from somewhere and the occasionally tough aura they showed, who would have believed that they would be ninjas?

The reputation of ninjas is not very good in the eyes of secular civilians, and these guys are unforgivable to blame for what they do.

These guys who barely have some force, when they are almost unable to survive, will they meet the "fat sheep" who can be slaughtered, and will they "came" as a robber and steal it?

I can't survive anymore, what is a trivial reputation?

To say that they are ninjas is simply a compliment. These are just a group of refugees who know a little ninja.

Although the Sand Ninjas’ mission is to clean the buffer zone, it does not mean that they must kill all the uninvited guests.

But keeping these people is a hidden danger...

"I'll go and have a look!"

Daimaru hid his body and approached quietly, then waved his hand, and a group of exactly the same figures surrounded the small camp.

The sudden change made these wandering ninjas panic. There were only a few powerful guys from Kong Wu, wielding murderous weapons such as meteor hammers, maces, and pig-killing swords, protecting their relatively weak companions in the middle.

"Who are you?"

"As you can see, we are Sand Ninja. This is not a demilitarized zone that you can enter. You are limited to leaving within one day, otherwise you won't have to leave..."

"Do you Sandun, do you want to kill them all?"

The leading man who was more like a butcher than a ninja came out with a machete and shouted indignantly at the rude Damaru.

Daimaru frowned.

Daimaru won't care about anything when he is regarded as a villain who is evil by these guys.

The problem is that judging from the arguments of this leader, it is not without reason that they have been wandering here.

but……

"There are too many things that make people helpless in the world. You may have your own difficulties, but I am not interested! I am just here to inform you to leave or die, choose your own choice..."

"Ninjas in the Great Ninja Village are indeed such domineering bastards..."

Tear...

The thin wind blade instantly cut across the distance between the two, cutting a bleeding hole in the big man's cheek.

"Don't think I'm young, I'm just fooling!"

Daimaru showed a playful smile.

"Because I was treated unfairly, I wanted to stand at the highest point of morality and put pressure on me, intending to get away with it? How could such a good thing be..."

As he spoke, Damaru suddenly disappeared and appeared beside the "butcher". The star puppet line bound him and instantly controlled him and turned around. He slashed the weak boy behind him with a knife. His collar was cut open and a small blood line appeared on his neck.

"The last warning this time! All I can say to you is over. The next time I meet in the Kingdom of Sichuan will be your death..."

After saying that, Damaru's figure around him disappeared into the air like bubbles.

The "butcher" who had regained his freedom sat on the ground and couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Just then, a young man with thin-framed sunglasses came over:

"It seems that the trick of pretending to be pitiful and sympathy is useless..."

"Yitu, I've said it a long time ago. This trick cannot be effective for everyone..."

"Butterfighter" stood up with sweat,

"I almost pissed my pants!"

"Belif, this time it was just an accident. I met the cruel and ruthless Ninja of Sand Village! Sand Village is different from Konoha Ninja. Even children are full of blood..."

"Then what should you do! You can't just leave in shame. This is already our last place..."

The "butcher" had a hint of anxiety on his face,

"It's already difficult to escape from the Rain Country! The Grass Country is a group of hyenas that eat people and don't spit bones; Konoha Ninja seems to be polite, but in fact it can't tolerate us; the Sagun even wants to kill someone if he doesn't agree..."

Yitu, who looked like a "military advisor", smiled confidently:
Chapter completed!