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

Chapter 3: Only those prepared to be killed have the right to wield a sword. (New book seeking monthly votes and recommendations)

呲!

Before Yun Chuan could even finish speaking, his words were drowned out by a sharp, piercing sound.

In the gradually shrinking pupils of the scarred sand ninja, a cold glint, like a sword, pierced through the rain and left a trail, heading straight towards him. The sound cut through the howling wind and rain, like the long cry of a horn.

"Damn it!"

While in shock, the scarred Sand Ninja, almost instinctively as a ninja, tugged at the chakra threads connecting the puppet with his fingers.

Click! Click-click!!

The puppet's hollow abdomen opened instantly, unleashing a continuous barrage of kunai and shuriken, creating a wide-area, indiscriminate attack.

In his panic, he unleashed all the hidden weapons he had stored away at once.

"How many thousand books do you have, and how many times can you dodge... block them?" Seeing this, Scarface Sand's heart stirred, but he took a half step back, unable to tell whether he was asking a question in return or asking himself.

At this moment, even if he didn't want to admit it, he was already considering giving up.

That kid is really a bit strange.

It wasn't about using speed to dodge and close the distance; it was about using a thousand sticks to knock down his hidden weapon head-on.

It's like... he's using it to hone his thousand-stick throwing technique...

He wasn't one of those pedantic and down-on-his-luck samurai. He didn't have the samurai's belief in fighting to the end. In case of an emergency, he only needed to evacuate safely and report back to his superiors later.

"Besides, the teacher should have already noticed something was wrong and is on their way here..."

But when this thought arose in the mind of the scarred Sand Ninja.

Buzz! Buzz buzz buzz!

From Konan and Yahiko's perspective, all they could see was Yunchuan leaping into the air, his figure almost turning into a blur of shadows under the moonlight.

If his previous movements were high-speed, now they are even faster than before. With Yahiko and Konan's current dynamic vision, they can hardly catch his throwing of the senbon.

All that could be seen was the sparkle between the two of them, like fireworks, blooming several times.

Sharp against sharp, a clash of metals.

The fewer and smaller number of senbon (thousands of books) triggered a chain reaction in an instant.

A thousand sticks struck down a kunai and broke in two, but then strangely pierced through two other kunai, causing them to deviate from their original trajectory toward Yun Chuan.

Sparks rained down from the sky, drenching the ground in a dense, continuous burst, accompanied by a sharp, piercing metallic hum that stirred up large ripples of rainwater.

Broken and incomplete kunai and senbon needles were stuck in the ground, their smooth, gleaming blades reflecting the fear of the Sand Ninja.

"How is that possible?!"

Scarface Sand Shinobi's first reaction was that he had encountered a member of the Uchiha clan, and he subconsciously looked into Yun Chuan's eyes to confirm his guess.

However, the expected scarlet color was not seen, nor was the original deep blue.

Only the cold, sharp light reflecting the soft moonlight fell into his peripheral vision from below and to the side.

At that moment, he instantly realized something.

But he only had time to react, not time to make a move.

Under the effect of "aura concealment," this was a strike even more silent than a ghost.

Given his reaction speed, he couldn't dodge it.

With just one strike, his head could be severed.

"This time, I've caught you." A hoarse voice rang out from behind the scarred sand ninja.

In an instant, the fear of death took over his mind, snapping the string of reason.

A look of madness appeared on the scarred ninja's face, and his eyes were filled with inhuman bestiality. His body, which had lost the ability to think, moved closer to Yun Chuan on instinct.

In an instant, Yun Chuan realized his intention. The straight slash that was originally meant to cut off the head was changed to a horizontal slash, and the large robe was slashed diagonally down from the shoulder to the groin.

Seven Nights Assassination Technique - Flash Sheath - Bewildering Prison Shamen!

Click! Click!

It bursts forth with dazzling sparks, as beautiful as iron trees adorned with silver flowers.

What fell as stardust was not sparks, but thick blood and pale bone fragments.

Yun Chuan's chipped dagger was stuck in the chest of the scarred Sand Ninja, and blood flowed continuously down his body.

"ah!!"

Enduring unimaginable pain, the scarred sand ninja let out a wail, his eyes, which were about to burst open, were bloodshot, and his face was twisted and wrinkled.

However, he realized that he was not facing a "ninja" who could be judged by common sense, but a ghost that had transcended the concept of an ordinary ninja!

If you continue to cling to the illusion that you will be unharmed, the next thing to be cut open will surely be your head!

So even though his mind was almost overwhelmed by pain, he still tried to grab Yun Chuan's knife with his left hand while simultaneously smashing his right elbow into Yun Chuan's throat, seemingly trying to trade blows for a chance at survival.

At the same time, his fingers flexed and extended with an almost imperceptible amplitude, and his chakra poured out in that instant.

Click! Click!

Behind Yun Chuan, the puppet, which had been motionless, now had black, snake-like chains extending from its two dark robes.

The chains were also serrated blades that made strange noises, and they spun rapidly toward Yun Chuan in bizarre and twisted postures that were impossible for a human to make, the blades tearing through the air like spinning wheels.

If you get entangled in those chain blades, you'll definitely be torn to shreds by the serrations.

Even the scarred Sand Ninja herself would do the same.

Unfortunately, Yun Chuan responded to the desperate, blood-soaked struggle of a cornered beast with a smile.

"You dodged it?" Yun Chuan's face wore a faint smile as cold and pale as his skin. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "That's fine too."

At least, I won't let you die so easily.

Bang! !

Yun Chuan gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, then kicked him high in the chin, thereby pulling out the short knife that was stuck in the bone.

Seven Nights Assassination Technique - Escape - Six Rabbits!

The terrifying chain blades, as sharp as thorns, were dodged by Yun Chuan with unpredictable movements, as he slashed past the scarred sand ninja with his sword.

The dance, a combination of deadly and elegant movements, is so superhuman that it seems impossible for a human to perform, and it exudes a breathtakingly eerie beauty.

This is the "Seven Nights Assassination Technique," which allows for acceleration from a stationary state, enabling actions at extremely high speeds that are impossible for ordinary people.

呲!

At that moment, a wind even more turbulent than the night breeze blew by.

Bright red blood slid down, soaking his face.

A red line gradually crawled across his face, splitting little by little, inch by inch, before stopping at his cheekbone.

The ripped flesh overlapped with the ugly scar on his face, and the familiar pain spread inch by inch, finally awakening the agony he had long since discarded deep in his memory.

"impossible……"

The scarred sand ninja's mouth trembled slightly, and a hoarse voice, filled with confusion, death, and despair, escaped his throat: "You are... that... brat I killed..."

A year ago, the pro-war faction in the Land of Rain, led by Hanzo of the Salamander, emerged, attempting to drive the Leaf Village and Sand Village ninjas out of the Land of Rain through war and bring true peace to the country.

That was the first time he had received an A-rank mission after becoming a Chunin.

The mission requires, under the command and leadership of the Jonin leading the team, to assassinate the "elders" in the Land of Rain who secretly support the pro-war faction, including Hanzo of the Salamander.

"Elders" usually consist of several people who are important ministers and advisors who assist the daimyo, command the samurai, and manage government affairs. They play the role of "chief stewards" and assist the daimyo in managing political, economic, and military activities through a collegial system.

In order to ensure that the Land of Rain continues to serve as a buffer zone and battlefield between major powers, thereby reducing or avoiding the impact and damage of war on their own country, the Sand Village and the Leaf Village tacitly joined forces with the pro-peace faction of the Land of Rain to carry out an assassination operation against the pro-war faction.

During that operation, he was just tagging along to earn the bounty and credit, but at his teacher's request, he also took care of all the family members of one of the "elders".

If he remembered correctly, that "elder" was his surname...

— "No Mountain".

"It seems you've remembered."

A slightly regretful voice came from behind, sighing, "If you had remembered to finish me off back then, perhaps 'I' wouldn't exist."

When Yun Chuan first came into this world, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a kunai and a face with a sinister grin.

From the initial pain and resentment, to despair, nothingness, and deathly silence.

Only when one reaches the intermediate state between death and survival, establishes a connection with the root, and understands the essence of "death," can one struggle to crawl back from hell to the human world.

"In that case, perhaps I should thank you?" Yun Chuan said in a tone that was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or joking.

thump!

As he spoke, Yun Chuan gently released his grip, and the bewildered and terrified scarred Sand Ninja instinctively clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

"Cough cough! Let me go... It's not that I want to..."

Blood continued to spill from his mouth, yet driven by his will to survive, he struggled and crawled like a worm.

If a kind-hearted person saw this tragic scene, they would surely feel unbearable pity and silently watch him die.

After all, he was merely following orders, not...

"ah!!"

Yun Chuan stepped on his bloodied back, causing him to let out a mournful howl like a dying animal.

Immediately, Yun Chuan gently nudged the Sand Ninja who was lying on the ground with his back to him, causing him to look up at him.

"..." The scarred sand ninja's gradually unfocused gaze met Yun Chuan's eyes.

Those were deep blue eyes, reflecting the blood-red rain and mist, yet they showed not a trace of reluctance.

Gradually, the figure in the scarred sand ninja's eyes overlapped with the short figure in his memory.

The boy who had slashed his face and collapsed in a pool of blood looked at him calmly, just like he does now, with intense focus, as if trying to etch his face into his memory forever…

"Your face was this ugly when we first met. Now that you're about to die, why don't you stop showing that ugly side?"

Yun Chuan looked down at him and chuckled softly, "In these final moments, keep looking at my face, and remember my face forever."

"If the death of your soul could emit light, perhaps it could lure something, just like I have?"

Having said that, he raised the nearly broken dagger.

"Cough cough!" Looking at the sword raised by the boy in the moonlight, the scarred sand ninja seemed to fall into a strange peace. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but could only cough up some blood and make a hoarse hissing sound.

Blood gushed down with the rain, carving winding gullies into the ground. The red rain and mist, along with the two people gazing at each other, created a brutal and grotesque scene.

Finally, the painting freezes on the moment a dagger pierces the heart.

"I'll wait for them to come and get their revenge."

Looking at that face still filled with resentment, Yun Chuan simply said in a low voice, "Only those who are prepared to be killed have the right to wield a sword, don't they?"

puff!

The head, pierced through the brain, rolled in a pool of blood, the moon's halo reflected in its eyes, and its voice echoed in the rain and mist, lingering for a long time.

Despite the banter and jokes, Tsukimi Ryoukawa wouldn't make the same mistake as him.

........................

pat.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Amidst the howling wind and rain, and the sounds of wild dogs tearing apart corpses, a series of footsteps suddenly rang out.

Then, the painful whimpers of wild dogs could be heard, followed by a crisp cracking sound of bones breaking, after which the rain fell silent once more.

The silence was broken only when a woman's voice rang out.

"Tama-kun..."

Two figures, one tall and one short, wearing raincoats, stood side by side in the rain, with the most conspicuous being the short, dark red hair visible beneath the raincoat.

Beside him stood a woman with long brown hair and a concerned expression on her face.

"Phew... I know."

The red-haired man's tone was cold, and the veins in his temples throbbed. He tossed the lifeless stray dog ​​aside, let out a deep breath, and said, "I hate this place more and more. Even a stray dog ​​dares to bare its teeth at me..."

At his feet lay a corpse, mangled beyond recognition by wild dogs, lying silently in a pool of blood.

The corpse was covered with deep, bone-revealing marks, and the pierced heart was clearly visible, with blood still gushing from the wound.

The blood flowed like viscous lava, the sticky red color slowly spreading and crawling in all directions, as if a bucket of red paint had been poured on it, staining the surrounding ground red under the soaking rain.

A battle took place here, and it was obvious that the survivor was not her husband's student...

"What a cruel guy."

The brown-haired woman took a deep breath, her anger almost tangible, and said in a low voice, her voice filled with rage: "Even the rainwater here smells of blood."

It felt like blood turning into mist and rising into the sky.

The clouds turned dark red, and bright red rain fell.

Breathing the air here feels like you can smell the blood gushing out as a blade cuts through skin.

Just by looking at this scene, it's as if you can see his dying screams and the cold, ruthless way that guy swings his knife.

It's like a traveler walking in a jungle, seeing the carcass of prey torn apart by a wild beast, seeing the corpse in front of him that has been completely devoured.

Even though the predators have long since eaten their fill and left, the traveler is still awestruck by the lingering ferocity in the air.

"His brain was destroyed; he was a very cautious guy."

The red-haired man, known as "Multi-Eyed," crouched down and carefully examined the marks left on the corpse. Unconsciously, he gradually frowned and said, "...Moreover, the only marks are from sharp weapons."

"A sharp weapon?" The brown-haired woman's eyes flickered, her expression turning serious. "Could it be Konoha's White Fang?"

However, relations between the four great nations are already very tense. Although they are only probing each other within the Land of Rain and have not yet invaded each other's borders, the Sand Village and the Leaf Village have already deployed troops to the borders.

She and her husband hadn't been home to see Scorpion for months, and White Fang should be guarding the border like them, so why did he suddenly appear in the heart of the Rain Country?

"No, Saori, it can't be Sakumo Hatake."

Domu shook his head and said in a low voice, "Although that bastard's Thousand Years of Death is disgusting, given his past honor as a samurai family, he would never choose to torture a Chunin... nor would he need to torture one."

As he spoke, his figure disappeared beside the corpses, and he came to a place full of broken ninja tools. He then looked up at the two corpses in the alley.

"A guy who is exceptionally skilled in assassination, ninja tool throwing, and swordsmanship." Although most of the traces at the scene had been washed away by the rain, he was still able to roughly determine the enemy's abilities.

They look more like the self-taught ninjas from Amegakure, who are best at all sorts of random assassination techniques and moves, and sometimes they can produce some unexpected ninjutsu and talents.

Just as he teleported into the alley and was about to check on the body...

呲!

The barely perceptible sound was detected by multiple eyes, and their pupils instantly contracted.

next moment.

boom!!

The explosions of several detonating tags echoed through the quiet rainy night, and the impact caused corpses and flesh to scatter and splatter like rain!

Meanwhile, in the alleyways a few kilometers away.

Feeling a slight tremor beneath his feet, Yun Chuan stopped and looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance. He smiled and said, "I hope you will like my gift."

"I also hope you won't die at White Fang's hands before you find me."

(End of this chapter)