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

Chapter 173 Crimson Flowers, the Weight of Life

"Stay calm and don't let your hands shake."

"I... I wasn't shaking."

"..."

Hearing the slightly trembling tone in her voice, the thrush looked at the girl's trembling legs and a helpless smile appeared on its face.

Sure enough, no matter how firm he was or how nicely he spoke, he was just a brat who had never seen blood.

He was well aware of the process and reasons for the destruction of the Land of Whirlpools.

Without the assistance of Lord Yun Chuan, the Uzumaki clan would have suffered a terrible fate, with only a few members, big and small, managing to escape.

Given the circumstances at the time, even if the elders of the Land of Whirlpools chose to sacrifice themselves, they could at most deal with the decapitation squad led by Suigetsu Hozuki, thus creating an opportunity for the others to escape the Land of Whirlpools.

However, the Land of Whirlpools is surrounded by the sea on three sides, so there was no time to escape by boat. The only option was to flee to the Land of Fire.

However, the Uzumaki clan, known for their straightforward and fiery nature but betrayed by Konoha, would never beg for the protection of the Land of Fire, even in death.

Needless to say, the main force of the Hidden Mist Village that was chasing after them would not allow them to have their way.

Aside from the betrayal by Konoha, the main reason for the destruction of the Land of Whirlpools was that it was complacent with the false status quo, deceived by the peace before its eyes, and neglected its defenses, leading to a period of transition and lack of capable successors.

Therefore, when a deadly crisis occurs, there is no way to react quickly.

As the daughter of the Uzumaki clan leader, she has been pampered since birth. This is the first time Uzumaki Yoriko has killed someone. Her instinctive resistance and fear, stemming from both physiological and psychological factors, made it difficult for her to control herself.

After arriving in Dawn City, Bird Thrush was forced to read many books due to Yun Chuan's semi-forced re-education policy.

One of the books that left a deep impression on him was "Psychological Observation Records and Analysis," authored by a "psychologist."

It states that most ninjas, especially those from the five great ninja villages, particularly female ninjas, generally exhibit resistance and fear during their first act of killing.

It wasn't that they were afraid of the "consequences" of the act of "killing," but rather that they instinctively feared and resisted the "process" of "killing."

The thrush could empathize; he had once been just a biological researcher, not yet the ninja who needed to kill. When he killed the white mouse for the first time, he still felt instinctive fear.

When a vibrant, furry life is held in your hand by someone with no experience, it will struggle, it will wriggle, and it will make unpleasant noises.

At that moment, the meaning of the word "life" will rise to its maximum in your heart, and you will tremble with fear and feel nauseous.

Because you can imagine the tactile feedback of crushing its bones and bursting its internal organs, and these are the embodiment of the so-called concept of "killing".

Even killing a white mouse is done this way, let alone killing a living person.

In fact, just as the thrush thought.

"call!"

Yizi lay prone on the flat sandbag platform, clutching her sniper ninja tool tightly in her hands, sensing the rapidly moving figure in the distance, her deep breathing impossible to suppress.

She thought that as long as she had a good mindset, she could treat this as a normal target practice. However, when she actually activated her Kagura Mind's Eye and sensed the two figures a kilometer away, the pressure that fell on her heart made her realize how ridiculous her idea was.

Because of the unique nature of the Celestial Talent technique, Huizhi remained stationary while facing Yuya Chengyan's attack, maintaining that pose. Only the Buddha statue behind him kept throwing punches, making him look like an immovable king.

Therefore, Yoko only has one chance.

You only have one chance to pull the trigger.

If the first shot misses, it will instantly alert that old bald monk. He will no longer be able to stand still as a sitting duck. The difficulty of shooting at a moving target and a stationary target is completely different.

This thought made her feel as if she were wrapped in a cocoon, with the air locked out and no matter how she breathed, she couldn't get it into her nasal cavity. Her violently pounding heart felt like it was going to burst out of her throat.

This shot requires not only overcoming instinctive fear but also controlling inner pressure.

"Take a deep breath and don't be nervous."

The thrush crouched beside Yoko, with a white dove already perched on its shoulder.

These white pigeons are called "blood pigeons" because they are raised on the blood of "ghosts".

Through the connection of "blood," they can share a field of vision within a certain range, forming a commanding surveillance network that can take in the entire city.

The thrush is now sharing a field of vision with the blood pigeon a kilometer away, and can see the two figures fighting in the distance from an overhead perspective.

"Think about the shooting and sniping techniques that Lord Yun Chuan and I taught you," he said in a low voice, trying to comfort and remind you.

"..."

Yizi gently licked her dry, chapped lips with her tongue, and she seemed to hear that familiar, gentle voice in her ear.

"Yoko, when sniping, your breathing shouldn't be erratic, but don't deliberately hold your breath either."

While holding your breath can indeed make your body "still," if you aim for too long, the prolonged breath-holding can lead to serious negative effects such as brain hypoxia, blurred vision, and trembling fingers.

Find your breathing rhythm, maintaining a 2:1 breathing ratio. Ideally, pull the trigger gently the moment after exhaling and expelling a large amount of air from your body.

"Also, before pulling the trigger, don't place your finger on it easily. This ninja tool is equipped with a low-trigger trigger to ensure shooting accuracy; even a slight tremor will fire the bullet."

Recalling that gentle yet stern voice, Yoko subconsciously placed her finger on the trigger, and her previously deep breathing gradually began to stabilize.

"Forget all that about firing angles, whether it's depression or tilt, ballistics, wind speed, temperature, and their effects on bullet exiting the barrel."

Just remember, not everyone is qualified to fire that shot; even if I were in your position, I couldn't have done any better.

"The world you see now is unreal and incomplete because you are seeing it with your eyes open. From now on, you must learn to see the world with your eyes closed."

Yoko exhaled, slowly closed her eyes, and completely abandoned the scope.

In a daze, she seemed to feel someone lean down from behind, gently grasp her hand holding the gun, and whisper, "Trust your instincts, treat the first bullet as if it were the last, and your only bullet."

"Then, all you have to do is wait for the wind to rise, go with the wind, and finally..."

Meanwhile, within the barrier a kilometer away, blood rain and golden light continued to splatter.

Bang!Bang bang!

Countless golden fist shadows smashed several blood dragons into bloody water once again, and the blood dragons that condensed again became visibly more transparent and thinner.

"Tch, damn turtle shell."

Seeing Huizhi's flawless offense and defense, blood flowed from Miyajo En's scarlet eyes.

Undoubtedly, while it cannot compare to the three-tomoe Sharingan in terms of genjutsu, nor can it awaken into the Mangekyou Sharingan like the Sharingan, the Blood Dragon Eye is more practical than the three-tomoe Sharingan.

The only drawback is that both turning people into "human bombs" and using ninjutsu require the use of blood.

That's why there's no way to deal with that old, bald monk who's lived from the Warring States period to the present day. That old guy doesn't even look him in the eye, and he doesn't give him any chance to make contact.

"Namo".

Sensing Miyajo En's increasingly impatient attacks, Huizhi closed his eyes, uttered a Buddhist chant, and smiled, "Mr. Miyajo, turn back before it's too late. If you keep fighting like this, you'll die."

"...Hmph!" Miyajo En narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Old bald monk, stop pretending. You're probably panicking right now and can't wait to turn around and run away."

Upon hearing this, Huizhi, who had been quite composed, twitched almost imperceptibly at the corner of his eye.

Even with decades of cultivating composure, he was struggling to maintain his composure, which shows just how anxious he was.

He appears to have the upper hand now, but he's on someone else's turf, and the owner could make a move at any moment.

That guy is different from pure ninjutsu type ninjas like Miyajo En. Huizhi doesn't think he can withstand the sword that even Tsunade couldn't withstand.

He would have escaped if he hadn't been entangled by Miyajo En.

However, what puzzled Huizhi was why Tsukimi no Kumokawa, who had crippled Konoha's Tsunade and killed Amegakure's Musashi, hadn't made a move yet.

He still has a trump card up his sleeve, which is to deal with that guy.

At this moment, Miyajo En shared the same doubts as him, and also felt a little regretful.

"I originally intended to use this to demonstrate my sincerity and strength, but I didn't expect this old guy to be so troublesome. He just happens to be the type of person I'm not good at dealing with."

"That red-haired brat, is he really not going to lend a hand and just watch us fight to the death, only to jump in and reap the benefits at the end?"

Now, when Miyajo En thought back to how he had confidently declared he would definitely take care of this old guy, he felt a pang of regret and shame.

"It's so embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing. If this continues, we'll have no face to even discuss cooperation."

Miya Shiro gritted his teeth, took out a kunai, and gently slashed his wrist.

Instantly, a torrent of blood gushed from his wrists, and then he raised both hands, placing them in front of and behind his body, in a bow-drawing posture.

"I really don't want to use this tactic."

Miyajo En's face paled slightly. The blood flowing from his wrists compressed into arrows in his palms as he aimed at Huizhi in the distance and shouted sharply, "Blood Dragon Eye - Blood Piercing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the concentrated blood arrow shot out instantly, piercing through the rain and mist with a sharp whistle, and aimed at Huizhi's chest in front of the golden Buddha statue.

Seeing this, Huizhi remained calm. He suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and his solemn and peaceful expression turned angry.

The golden Buddha statue behind him, with its eyes closed, instantly transformed, turning a blood-red color and changing from a thousand-armed Buddha into a wrathful Vajra.

"Acala - Wrathful Gaze!"

Bang! !

Behind Huizhi, the angry and ferocious Buddha statue unleashed countless scarlet fist shadows, turning the highly penetrating blood arrow into blood that rained down from the sky.

The fist continued its relentless momentum, crashing down towards Miyajo En!

"How is this possible?" Miyajo En's expression changed instantly.

That old guy actually had a trick up his sleeve?!

"Sinner, die!" Hui Zhi's angry smile was ferocious and terrifying.

But in the next moment, an unexpected phenomenon occurred.

A piercing shriek rang in Miyajo En's ears.

Hui Zhi's smile froze. He felt like his brain had exploded, his blood was boiling, and the back of his head was throbbing with pain.

He knew what that feeling was like.

This is the feeling of death.

Throughout his decades of life, he had experienced this sense of impending death countless times, but he had never felt it so intensely. Every pore on his body seemed to scream in agony, and his heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment.

The wind picked up.

boom! !

On the rooftop a kilometer away, Yoko lay prone, her red hair fluttering in the wind behind her. Her finger gently pulled the trigger, and the ninja tool she was holding shattered the sandbags below with a loud bang.

The bullets, carrying the whistling wind, flew into the rain and were swallowed up. Hui Zhi's ferocious, stiff smile was frozen in the moonlight, and the straight line of light stretched out in the air flashed by.

Reflected in Yuya Shiro's astonished eyes, the cone-shaped bullet, shrouded in rain and mist, traced a clear trajectory through the rain curtain, like a falling meteor, instantly traversing half of Dawn City.

The blood-red, wrathful Vajra statue was unable to resist in the slightest, allowing the bullet to approach the bald monk's fair and full forehead inch by inch.

The spinning tip dug a small, bloody pit in his forehead, tearing away the flesh and blood to reveal the white frontal bone, which then began to crack with spiderweb-like patterns.

boom!!

The next moment, Huizhi's head exploded like fireworks, and red and white blood misted in the air.

Before the monks could withdraw their devout gazes, only a headless corpse lay backward, falling to the ground in an ugly and unsightly posture.

"..."

A kilometer away, Yizi opened her eyes blankly and stared into the distance without saying a word.

"Yi, Yiko?"

The thrush beside her, which had been holding its breath, let out a heavy breath and, looking at the unmoved Yoriko, tentatively asked, "Are you... alright?"

But when he saw Yizi's face clearly, he was momentarily stunned.

It was a face with tears streaming down its face, yet it was smiling.

"What?" the girl murmured, "So it's that simple."

Looking at Yoko's expression, Tsubame suddenly remembered something.

He suddenly remembered the first thought that came to his mind when he killed the white mouse for the first time.

Life, it turns out, is such a cheap thing.

Because, as long as you find the right method, you can use your left hand to pinch the mouse's neck to ensure that its neck will not move even if it struggles, and then use your right hand to grasp the base of its tail and quickly pull the base of the tail upwards and backwards towards the mouse.

With a "click".

The entire killing process, which should have allowed people to continuously feel the meaning of 'life,' was suddenly condensed into the peculiar sensation of the cervical vertebrae being separated, and the final twitching of the white mouse's hind limbs after death.

Suddenly, I realized that the process of killing a life doesn't seem so terrible or so unacceptable.

Yes.

You can kill someone by pulling the trigger from a kilometer away; you can't feel the weight of life at all.

It was like a candle flame, gently blown on.

It rises with the wind, and it dies with the wind.

"..."

The thrush gasped slightly, a chill rising in its heart, and murmured, "Have we... created something terrible?"

At that moment, his previous disdain for this ninja tool vanished completely.

Instead, fear replaced them—fear of Yun Chuan, who had handed them the blueprints with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)