Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 130 Today I'll be giving you a lesson (Please vote with monthly tickets!!)

"..."

Chiyo opened her mouth, but could not utter a sound.

It's like performing a silent film; they just talk without saying a word.

As if she had thought of something, she suddenly looked up.

They noticed that the girl's raised right hand hadn't been lowered, and the tips of her index and middle fingers, joined together, were pointing firmly at her.

Chiyo felt a chill run through her body and could feel her breathing becoming increasingly difficult.

Something seemed to be sucking the air away from her, making her feel as if she were suffocating in a gel!

"What are you doing?" Standing atop the salamander's head, Hanzo asked in surprise upon seeing this scene.

In his eyes, the falling raindrops stopped falling and gradually solidified as if they were gel, floating around Chiyo's head before rapidly boiling and vaporizing.

It looks like a hazy portrait, as if everything has been painted as a self-portrait, but the face in the painting has no life at all, only a fear of the eerie and a deathly silence!

puff!

In contrast, Ji Yun's outstretched palm had cracked skin, numerous taut blood vessels that had burst open, and was still trembling uncontrollably.

But she remained expressionless, only slightly out of breath, and said calmly, "Eliminate her, suffocate her."

Substitute Cat - Vacuum Domain.

Unfortunately, the air manipulation ability bestowed upon her by her elder brother is directly proportional to her physical attributes.

However, she is still too young, her body is not fully developed, and her control over the air is far from sufficient.

Otherwise, if this ability is used to its limit, it can turn an enemy into a dried-up corpse, squeezing out all the blood from their body.

Transforming a small area into a perfect vacuum is already the limit of what she can do at present.

Creating a vacuum region sounds simple, but it is not an easy task.

Ji Yun's simple words made Hanzang's face stiffen.

Is this really possible?

Chiyo had the same question in her mind, but compared to that, she felt more fear and horror.

She discovered that no matter how she moved, the center point of that vacuum remained unchanged, always enveloping her head.

Centered on her head, a spherical vacuum area was formed, in which all the air inside had been evacuated, while the outer layer was a layer of air wall.

"..."

Chiyo's face twitched, her fingers twitched slightly, and a puppet came crashing down with all its might.

Bang! !

The fist seemed to strike a hard rock, producing a crisp, cracking sound.

The human body is not made of tofu; it will not immediately lose consciousness in a vacuum.

However, being in a vacuum, sweat seeped from his face and then quickly evaporated.

Suddenly exposed to a vacuum, Chiyo felt a sharp pain in her ears, and drops of blood floated out.

As the air pressure dropped, she felt her lungs swell and some alveoli ruptured, causing her to cough and feel chest tightness, revealing a look of pain.

"Damn it! Damn it! Where did this monster come from?!"

Chiyo's face gradually turned ashen, and fine blood vessels appeared in her eyes. She frantically pounded on the air barrier, silently cursing as she opened and closed her mouth.

The oxygen in her blood could only keep her brain afloat for about ten seconds before she quickly felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

But she dared not use her full strength to attack the solid air barrier, fearing that she might hurt herself instead.

So, if this continues, she really will die!

They could literally suffocate to death in such a ridiculous way!

After hesitating for a moment, Chiyo glanced one last time at the struggling Rasa behind her, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes.

With a gloomy expression, he raised his head and looked at the slender, frail figure floating in mid-air.

It was as if they wanted to etch that figure deeply into their minds!

"I'll remember you."

The next moment, she conjured a chakra blade in her hand and, without hesitation, slashed it towards her neck!

puff! !

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Meanwhile, in Dawn City, the Land of Rain, inside a three-story building.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The pigeons rose and fell in the air, finally landing in the sunlight.

The sound of bells echoed in the air, coming from the distant clock tower.

The clock tower in Dawn City chimes three times a day. The first chime is the wake-up call, the second is lunchtime, and the third is the end of the day.

However, after the initial completion of the college, it gained a new meaning.

—The bell rings to signal the end of the three classes in the morning, noon, and evening.

Click!

When Yahiko pushed open the classroom door, it was already full of people.

It was a classroom large enough to hold a hundred people, and you could still smell the lingering scent of wood. The hanging lamps on the corners of the ceiling above shone with a gentle, non-glaring white light.

There were no tables, chairs, seats, blackboards, or anything like that. The wooden floor was polished until it shone like a mirror, so you obviously had to take off your shoes before you could step on it.

On the wooden shelves in the two corners, there were many wooden weapons.

From daggers to tsuba, tachi, and wakizashi.

On the wall directly in front, there is also a calligraphy and painting hanging.

—It was a black and white character for "Tao".

This lesson is a compulsory course on cold weapons, and all the children are about the same age as Yahiko.

The children were chatting quietly, but when they saw Yahiko walk into the classroom, many of them immediately turned to look at him.

"Come on, we're just waiting for you!"

"Hey, Yahiko wasn't late today?"

"Haha, Yahiko didn't oversleep after all."

"I won! A bet's a bet, a bet's a bet, give me the cookies!"

"No, it's probably because our little one didn't wet the bed last night."

Amidst the teasing and joking of the crowd, Yahiko scratched his head and playfully laughed, "Hey, you bet me, you have to give me half!"

"What are you saying? Hidan isn't even a year old yet, isn't bedwetting normal? Wataru is five years old and he was still bedwetting last month! He's... ugh!"

Upon hearing Yahiko's next words, the chubby boy "Asako," who had been grinning, froze, then his face instantly turned bright red. He jumped over and covered Yahiko's mouth with a "Wah-yah!" cry. "Hey, hey, hey! Yahiko!"

"You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone!"

"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter immediately filled the classroom.

Almost all of the dozens of people in this class were war orphans.

Their similar experiences made them get along well, and they had a strong sense of mutual understanding.

After attending a few days of classes, I'm already very familiar with it.

In the first experimental class, Yahiko was quite popular and could be considered a little tyrant.

Good morning, Xiao Nan.

After joking and playing around with the others, Yahiko walked over, greeted Minami at the back of the classroom, and then looked at the girl next to her and smiled, "Good morning, Nono-neechan."

"Ah, good morning, Yahiko."

Nonou was learning to fold origami from Konan when she heard Yahiko's voice. She looked up, adjusted her old-fashioned round-framed glasses, and gave a gentle smile, saying, "Yahiko, you got up very early today."

Looking at Nono's smile, Yahiko scratched his head, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite place it.

"I don't usually get up late!" He pouted, unconvinced, "If I can't remember, then I won't think about it anymore. I was just delayed by all sorts of unexpected things."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something, suddenly slammed his fist into his hand, and exclaimed, "Oh right, on my way here, I saw pigeons fly into your house; there must be a letter for you!"

Upon hearing this, Nono's smile faltered for a moment, then, realizing what she meant, her smile brightened considerably, and she exclaimed with delight, "Really?"

"Mmm." Seeing the surprised smile on her face, Yahiko was also inexplicably happy, nodding repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

Good morning, Yahiko.

Konan, who was fiddling with the paper crane in her hand, looked up and asked Yahiko with some surprise, "Why are you here so early today? Haven't you been scouting around lately?"

"Ah, well, this..." Yahiko glanced away somewhat awkwardly and said, "Because, because this class is kendo class."

During this period, I have been teaching short-sword assassination techniques, focusing on footwork, rhythm, and distance control. Whenever I have time, I demonstrate how to disarm someone with bare hands.

However, perhaps it was because he disliked that gloomy red-haired brat, or perhaps it was due to his carefree and straightforward personality.

Yahiko was indeed not interested in short swords, just as he was not interested in assassination techniques.

Ever since I saw how the boss used a knife, and then received the katana that the boss gave me, I've completely fallen in love with that feeling.

But as soon as Konan saw Yahiko's expression, she knew there were other reasons.

Click.

At that moment, the classroom door was opened again.

Everyone instinctively looked over, but they were all stunned.

Because the person who walked in wasn't the teacher with the high ponytail they had seen before.

The person who stepped into the classroom was a young boy with a gentle smile, followed by a scarred man with a complex expression.

"Kumokawa-sama?"

Upon seeing the person's face, most of the children in the classroom gasped in surprise.

Only Yahiko wore a completely unsurprised expression.

"No, you should call me Teacher Yun Chuan today."

Yun Chuan walked into the crowd, shook his index finger and said with a smile, "Teacher Cheng is sick, so I will teach you kendo today."

(End of this chapter)