Naruto: Experience Pain, Start by Copying the Entire Shinobi World

"Senior, you go first!"

Nohara Rin's voice was choked with sobs, almost pleading.

She knew very well that the injury on her thigh had become a fatal burden.

If this continues, neither of them will be able to escape.

"I'll stay here and hold him off! You go!"

"Shut up."

Qianxuan cursed without turning his head.

"With your mediocre skills, what good will you do if you stay here? Don't cause me any trouble."

"But!"

I said I could handle it.

Qianxuan's voice was impatient, yet it possessed a strangely reassuring quality.

The two leaped rapidly between tree trunks, the sound of wind rushing past them growing ever closer.

Qing Shui had already closed the distance to within five meters, and the murderous aura mixed with the smell of blood almost stung the back of Lin's neck.

Lin was extremely anxious, and her footwork faltered, causing her to step on a slippery, moss-covered tree trunk.

"what!"

He instantly lost his balance and fell straight down from mid-air uncontrollably.

"court death!"

Below, Qing Shui's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the kunai in his hand transformed into a black light, piercing straight for Lin's back!

It’s over.

Lin's mind went blank.

In that split second, a figure swept past her at an even faster speed.

Qian Xuan released her hand, and in mid-air, with an incredible twist, precisely kicked the kunai that Qing Shui had thrown.

Ding!

It didn't change direction and with a whoosh, it pierced into the tree trunk beside it.

He then used the reaction force to fall, and before Lin hit the ground, he scooped her up and held her in his arms.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body rose again, and in a few flashes he landed on the thick branches of a giant tree in the distance.

The whole process was so smooth and fast that it left only a fleeting afterimage.

"you……"

Lin nestled in his arms, feeling his strong heartbeat and smelling the faint scent of soap mixed with blood on his body, her cheeks burning hot.

"Senior, put me down! I..."

"If you say another word, I'll throw you off this cliff."

Qianxuan interrupted her, gently placing her on a branch and letting her lean against the trunk.

"Senior, you can't do this alone! Let me stay; at least... at least I can buy you some time!"

Lin clutched his sleeve, still making a final effort.

Qian Xuan glanced down at her, his half-closed eyes no longer showing their usual laziness, but only a pure, cold fighting spirit.

"Watch here."

His voice was soft, but it left no room for argument.

"Watch closely how I won that stupid woman's bet."

After saying that, he released Lin's hand, jumped down from the high tree branch, and landed steadily in front of Qing Shui who had caught up with him.

Up in the tree, Lin stared blankly at the back of the figure blocking her way, the words echoing repeatedly in her mind.

Eh? ? ?

A foolish woman's...bet?

"Oh? You're not running anymore?"

Qing Shui clutched his still-bleeding shoulder, panting heavily, a cruel sneer on his face.

"What, you've finally seen the light and are ready to lay down your life? Or do you think you can defeat me with your pitiful chakra?"

He approached step by step, his murderous aura undisguised.

Qianxuan did not answer, but slowly raised his hand and drew the katana from his waist.

"Shura Mode".

He whispered four words.

hum-

An invisible wave of energy suddenly spread outwards from him.

His entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant.

That languor and weariness vanished without a trace, replaced by a sharpness and coldness like a weapon drawn from its sheath.

Qing Shui's pupils suddenly contracted.

What kind of secret technique is this?

He sensed that the other person's chakra was being compressed and burned with terrifying efficiency, turning into pure power that surged into his limbs and bones.

Before he could react...

Swish!

Qianxuan's figure disappeared from the spot.

So fast!

Alarm bells rang in Qing Shui's mind, and almost instinctively, relying on his Jonin's fighting instincts, he held the kunai in front of him.

Ding!

A piercing clang of metal clashing.

Qianxuan's sword had appeared in front of him without him noticing, the blade pressed tightly against the kunai, sending sparks flying.

What incredible strength!

Qing Shui felt a tremendous force coming from the kunai, which made his hands go numb and his whole body uncontrollably slide backward several meters.

Before he could even regain his footing, Qianxuan's second strike had already arrived.

There are no fancy moves, only the simplest and most direct chopping, slashing, and stabbing.

But each strike was so fast that it left only a blur, and each strike was precisely aimed at his vital points.

Qingshui was completely on the defensive and could only awkwardly swing his kunai to barely parry.

His speed, which he was so proud of, became a joke in front of his opponent.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The dense clanging of blades echoed wildly through the forest, like a rapid prelude to death.

Qing Shui grew increasingly alarmed as he fought.

Is this kid really just a Chunin?

That speed, that power, and that reckless fighting style... what kind of monster is he?!

After barely managing to deflect Qianxuan's attack once again, Qingshui used the momentum to leap backward, attempting to create distance and re-form the hand seals.

But as soon as he moved, Qianxuan's attack followed closely.

A flash of light, and it slashed straight at his face.

Qing Shui was terrified and could only roll aside in a sorry state to dodge.

puff!

Although the blade missed his head, it left a deep, bone-revealing wound on his back.

"Ugh!"

Qing Shui let out a painful groan. The new wounds combined with the old ones made his body, which was already somewhat sluggish due to blood loss, even heavier.

Fear, like vines, began to grow wildly in his heart.

He saw Qianxuan's eyes clearly.

What kind of eyes were those?

Cold, empty, devoid of any emotion, like looking at a stone, a tree, or a dead object.

Qianxuan gave him no chance to catch his breath, lunging forward and drawing a cold arc with his katana as he slashed at his neck once more.

Qingshui used all his strength to raise his kunai to block.

But this time, just as Qianxuan's blade was about to make contact with the kunai, he suddenly twisted his wrist, and the blade sank down at a tricky angle.

Pfft—!

The long, narrow blade sliced ​​through his body once more.

A new wound appeared on his side.

Fresh blood gushed out.