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

Chapter 208 The leader of the northern rebels, Wushan Yunchuan

The main force for land operations in this operation was the "Oni".

The pitch-black rainy night served as their perfect cover, and the thousand-strong force, clad in black robes, moved along their planned route with almost no sound.

But before crossing the river that divides the Land of Rain into north and south, the atmosphere within the Oni Legion remained relaxed.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"You brat! I told you not to come along, but you insisted. You think you're so great now?"

Several ships, filled with people, sailed on the river. Inside the cabin of one of the ships, Asa held Ashe tightly in his arms, patting his buttocks while cursing:

"I'll beat you to death today and send your body back to your parents, so you won't die on the battlefield without even a proper corpse!"

"Ah! Brother! I was wrong, I was wrong! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"

Ah She's broad, stout figure struggled, looking like a fluttering moth, constantly baring his teeth and begging for mercy, trying to awaken the last remaining shred of brotherhood.

But Asa used an unusually strong force, showing no mercy whatsoever to his brother, which even Ah She's current physique couldn't withstand.

"We're hitting you because we need to teach you a lesson. You think you can treat war like a game?! Is this a place where you can act recklessly?!"

Asa was truly enraged this time. His face darkened, and he growled, "The moment you stepped into Valhalla, it meant there was no turning back. If you dare to turn back, you'll be sentenced as a deserter, and I, your brother, will personally chop off your head!"

Upon hearing this, A-She's expression turned serious, and he stiffened his neck, saying, "That's not true. I'm here to fight alongside you. How could I desert? I'm not being temperamental or joking. I'm very serious!"

Having said that, taking advantage of Asa's momentary lapse in concentration, he suddenly pushed off and slipped out from under his arms.

"You brat!" Asa snapped out of his daze, his eye twitched, and he was about to chase after him again.

Seeing this, A-She quickly looked around for help.

This is a cargo hold filled with military supplies, including stretchers, iron beds, and boxes, and it is also crowded with people.

Some were lying shirtless and sprawled out on the bed, while others were sitting casually on the floor...

These people were all Asa's men. When the two brothers started fighting, they just watched with smiles on their faces and no one stepped in to break them up.

"Halt! Commander Asa!"

As A-She dodged the slap, he raised his voice and shouted, "I'm one of you now, and your subordinate! You can't hit me anymore! If you do, you're bullying a subordinate! I'm going to complain to Lord Yun Chuan!"

Upon hearing this, Asa's raised hand froze in mid-air. The others in the cargo hold were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter throughout the cargo hold.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Brother Asa, this kid has a point, hahaha!"

"Is this kid and Asa-ge's brother? He looks both simple-minded and cunning."

Asa's face darkened at his subordinates' teasing, and he snapped, "Quiet! All of you, quiet down!"

But the noise inside the cargo hold only darkened his face. His expression turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Lower Moon unit! All of them!!"

Bang!Bang!

In the noisy cargo hold, Asa's voice seemed unclear, but the entire cargo hold suddenly fell silent.

The nearly one thousand members of Asa's "Lower Moon First Regiment" were almost all survivors of the battle at Kagero Village, and their combat skills were second only to the elite troops of Uzushiogakure.

Normally, they can joke around and play around without a care in the world, since they are so close that they're practically inseparable, having been through thick and thin together and trusting each other completely. But once Asa gets serious, the others won't mess around either.

Everyone stood neatly and orderly in place, and the entire cargo hold was completely silent; even the rustling of clothes was barely audible.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the ship rocking.

goodong...

Seeing his older brother's restored cold and hard demeanor, and the cold and dull atmosphere around him, A-She slowly closed his open mouth and swallowed.

"Since you call yourself one of my soldiers, then I'll give you a good lesson."

Asa spoke coldly, then looked at the other two, pointing at them and ordering, "If you were facing certain death, and you had done what you needed to do, and only had a chance to say a few words to each other, what would you say?"

The two people pointed at by A-She paused for a moment, then looked at each other and fell into a brief silence.

The two were strangers; their first meeting was today when they were assigned to A-She's command.

After a brief silence, one of them pursed his lips and smiled, "Brother, please help me one last time. Take good care of my mother and my daughter, okay?"

The other person's pupils constricted, and instead of answering whether he would help him, he asked, "What did you call me?"

"brother."

"Then they are my mother and daughter too."

"Do you understand now?" Asa looked at the stunned Asa, pointed at the two men expressionlessly, and said, "Everyone standing here has long been prepared to sacrifice themselves!"

"When two people face a situation where death is certain, they can trust each other and selflessly and without hesitation cover for their comrade, striving for a chance of survival and blocking a fatal blow!"

As he spoke, Asa extended a finger and forcefully poked Ashe's chest, coldly saying, "On the battlefield, your life isn't just yours alone. Any hesitation is a betrayal of your comrades-in-arms!"

"Once we're on the battlefield, I won't give you any special treatment. You'll only drag your comrades down. Any nice words you say now are just empty talk! So until you're ready, you'd better stay in the back and be a useless piece of trash! Understand?"

For a moment, the cargo hold fell into an eerie silence, with only the faint sounds of rapid breathing and one's own heartbeat.

But just then, someone suddenly pushed open the hatch, breaking the silence inside.

"Brother Asa." The man glanced at Asa first, then looked at Asa seriously and said, "We're almost across the river, but we've found some... people on the riverbank."

"...Some people?"

Upon hearing this, Asa ignored the dazed Ashe and squinted at the gradually clearing riverbank in the distance.

He was only a few hundred meters from the riverbank, and with his eyesight, he could already see what was happening on the shore.

It was a group of figures clad in iron armor, along with a very luxurious carriage, chasing a group of unarmed refugees...

No, it was less a "chase" and more a... massacre!

No wonder the person who reported hesitated suddenly. The way those bastards ruthlessly swung their knives showed that they didn't treat the refugees as "human beings" at all. It was as if they were chasing and slaughtering a bunch of pigs and dogs!

"What on earth is Hanzo up to? How has the southern part of the Land of Rain become such a mess?"

Asa's expression was grim, and he said coldly, "The entire Lower Moon crew, all of you, disembark and ashore!"

"I want to see who's causing trouble at home while the external threats are still unresolved!"

"Yes!!" From the crowd in the cargo hold, who had been suppressing their anger for so long, countless pairs of scarlet vertical pupils lit up.

In the shadows, a pair of blood-red, vertical pupils, etched with characters, silently gazed at the tall figure standing in the center of the crowd, and the broad, stout figure behind him whose fists were gradually clenching. Suddenly, the corners of his eyes curved upwards, as if he were smiling.

"Two stubborn boys..."

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"what!"

On the riverbank, a group of refugees collapsed to the ground, huddled together in fear.

A ragged man, his hand severed by a knife, rolled on the ground, howling in agony.

But inside the carriage, a fat man lifted the curtain and chuckled, "Haha, it's definitely more interesting outside the city."

He looked down at the man wailing and screaming in the pool, and the more miserable the man's screams were, the happier he laughed.

Finally, seemingly having grown tired of playing around, he pointed at the man and said with a grin, "This peasant dared to resist and even injured two of my men. Cut off his head and hang it on my carriage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a warrior clad in iron armor stepped out from beside the carriage, drawing his sword with a flash of cold light.

puff!

The agonizing screams stopped abruptly, and a healthy human head rolled off with a "glug," leaving a pool of bright red blood.

Upon seeing this, the others were so frightened that they dared not cry anymore, and only soft sobs could be heard as they covered their mouths.

Looking at the remaining refugees huddled together, the fat man stroked his beard, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly sneered, leaning out to speak to the samurai outside: "Tell them I can spare their lives."

"However, we can only keep one. Let them discuss which one to keep!"

The samurai looked somewhat helpless, but he still walked up to the refugees and conveyed his words to them expressionlessly.

A glimmer of hope rose in everyone's eyes, but as they looked at each other, they hesitated for a moment.

Only one boy, expressionless and calm, stood up, walked up to the samurai, and held out his hand, saying, "Give me a sword."

Looking down at the short boy, the samurai frowned, about to refuse, when a voice with interest came from the carriage behind him: "Give it to him."

A samurai's sword is undoubtedly his second life. The fat man's order made the samurai's expression stiffen, but he still looked at the boy with cold eyes, drew the sword from his waist and handed it to him.

He took the knife into his hand; its weight made the thin boy stagger. Under the samurai's mocking gaze, he slowly turned around, raised the knife, and looked at the refugees.

"Yes, yes, yes, kill them all, then we'll be all alone!" the fat man laughed excitedly. "Kid, I admire you! Trash is trash, and trash should be cleaned up!"

The moment the sarcastic words fell, the heavy knife in the boy's hand came crashing down.

But instead of attacking the terrified refugees in front of him, he used the weight of his sword to suddenly turn and slash at the samurai behind him.

Clang!

The sudden metallic clang and explosions pierced everyone's eardrums like needles.

"……pity."

The boy looked at the long sword that had been blocked by a wakizashi, and the last trace of ferocity on his face gradually faded, leaving him expressionless or rather numb.

Everyone stared in astonishment at this scene. No one expected that this skinny kid would dare to use the sword given to him by the samurai to attack the samurai.

Although the samurai was caught off guard, the gap between the two sides was not something that could be easily bridged.

He reacted almost instantly, drawing his wakizashi from the other side of his waist. Even with just one hand, he could easily block the boy's unexpected, all-out attack, wielding two swords with all his might.

"You overconfident brat, are you looking for death?!" The samurai's forehead veins bulged, and he said with a gloomy expression.

"I know exactly what you guys are thinking!"

The boy coldly sneered, devoid of emotion, "Even if I kill everyone else, I'll still die in the end. Since that's the case, I might as well drag one of them down with me before I die. It's just a pity I didn't expect you to be so afraid of death, carrying two knives with you!"

Upon hearing this, the samurai's face darkened, and he was furious. He didn't care about the thoughts of the adult in the carriage behind him, and raised his other arm, which was not holding a sword, and slammed it into the boy's chest.

Bang! !

In an instant, the boy's figure flew backward, the blood he spat out drawing a dark red arc in mid-air, and the unusually crisp sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

"grown ups……"

The samurai turned to look at the carriage, bowed respectfully as if to apologize, but heard a cold voice: "Boring. Kill them."

Upon hearing this, the samurai breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his head, replying, "Yes."

As the tall warrior approached, the boy, helped up by the refugees, slowly closed his eyes.

Finally, it's coming to an end, this world filled with misfortune...

As the boy's consciousness waned, the samurai walked up to them and raised his long sword. But in the boy's eyes, which were about to close, a blood-red color suddenly rose besides his own reflection.

"Blood Demon Art: Flying Scythe Kick!"

As that cold, sharp voice came from behind him, the samurai, who didn't have time to turn around, only heard the sound of flesh tearing apart.

puff! !

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After an unknown amount of time, it seemed as if light shone on the boy's eyelids.

The sensation stimulated his eyes, waking him from his slumber.

As consciousness returned, the boy's eyelids fluttered slightly, and he felt voices beside him, as if two people were talking about something.

"I'm sorry, Lord Yun Chuan..."

"It's alright, you did the right thing. Liberating the southern part of the Rain Kingdom was one of the objectives of this operation."

"And what did you give them to drink?"

"It's just boiled water."

"I thought..."

"You think it's 'blood'? I'm not that extravagant, and besides, I'm not the one who can save them; there's only one person."

"Who?"

"Themselves..."

At this point, the gentle voice paused, then a slight smile appeared on its face as it said, "Didn't you wake up?"

The boy slowly woke up and opened his eyes to find two people watching him from a short distance away. It was clear that the conversation he had just heard was coming from them.

One of them was completely shrouded in a black robe, obscuring his face, but his figure overlapped with the last person seen before he lost consciousness.

"Was it him who saved me?" the boy wondered to himself, then looked at the other person.

The man had a gentle smile and a ruddy complexion; one could tell from his appearance that he was a nobleman.

The person who wanted to kill him before was a nobleman, and now the person who saved him is also a nobleman?

Why?

The boy didn't understand, but someone soon explained it to him.

"You, you are... "

The samurai also awoke, but now he was missing limbs. He looked at the "nobleman" with a mixture of shock and rage, and said coldly, "The leader of the northern rebels, Wushan Yunchuan!"

Upon hearing this title, Yun Chuan was taken aback for a moment. He turned to look at Asa beside him, and the two of them couldn't help but laugh.

"You actually called us thieves?"

Yun Chuan didn't even bother to correct the surname he used, and just asked, somewhat amused, "I'm curious about what I stole."

"Did you never care about people's hearts from beginning to end?"

(End of this chapter)