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

Chapter 53 Just a kid (Seeking monthly votes!)

"Quick! Guard the building entrance!"

The first to arrive was a Jonin from the Uzumaki clan. Seeing the rapidly spreading mist, he shouted with a look of shock and anger, "Damn it! Where are they? Send a few Jonin, set up the barrier..."

But before he could finish speaking, a sharp shriek suddenly rang out.

The Jonin Uzumaki's eyes widened as he looked at the lingering white mist in the distance. His pupils contracted as he sensed the dense, rain-like barrage of kunai shooting towards him.

The next moment, several kunai flew through the white mist, and the Jonin Uzumaki reacted quickly, swinging the short sword in his hand.

Ding!Ding Ding!

A piercing metallic screech rang out continuously, and dense sparks flew in front of him.

The first kunai that was shot at him was knocked away by the drawn short sword before it could even get close. The hand holding the short sword didn't even tremble, and the kunai just scattered helplessly around him.

Some ninjas arrived one after another, but when the Jonin Uzumaki glanced at the kunai out of the corner of his eye, his expression changed drastically and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Several kunai that had been knocked off had several burning explosive tags tied to their ends.

"retreat!"

The Jonin Uzumaki only managed to let out a loud shout, while his hands quickly formed the hand seals for the Body Flicker Technique.

boom!!!

The impact of the explosion instantly shattered all the glass on the first floor of the building, and the fragments were swept into the first floor by the hot air from the explosion, cutting and slicing away.

Several ninjas closest to the building entrance were caught off guard and thrown into the air by the blast. They were then cut by shrapnel and crashed to the ground, lying motionless and bleeding profusely.

In contrast, those who were further away were only thrown into the air, avoiding direct damage from the shockwave. They lay on the ground in pain, feeling only tinnitus and dizziness.

The wall painted with the Uzumaki clan emblem was blown up, as if punched by an invisible giant. Only black smoke and white mist poured into the first floor of the building, filling most of the space like a curtain and obscuring the vision of all the Uzumaki ninjas.

Click!

A black arm reached out from the ruins, then suddenly lifted up a large number of bricks and emerged from under the rubble.

"Cough! Cough!"

It was the Jonin from the Uzumaki clan who had directly taken the blast, coughing like a charred zombie.

Although he used the Body Flicker Technique to retreat before the final explosion, his skin was still covered with charred and swollen burns, and even as black smoke billowed from his body, a strange meaty aroma emanated from him.

"Cough! Damn it! Who is it...?"

The Jonin struggled to his feet, but before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"ah!!"

Amidst his piercing wails, he was suspended in mid-air.

But if you look closely, you can see a faint, cold glint; it is the silk threads that are suspending him.

The person was like a puppet in a play, with blood slowly gathering and dripping down the threads, and only screams of extreme pain could be heard from their mouth.

"Hahaha! Shout! Shout! What a beautiful sound!"

With a sharp, piercing laugh, Kushimaru Kurishari, wearing a mask, emerged from the mist, the long sword in his hand, Sewing Needle, with silk thread attached to its end.

Looking up at the Jonin Uzumaki, who was bound and suspended by silk threads, his limbs twisted, the joy in his eyes was as if he were admiring the masterpiece he had created.

"Are you in pain? Helpless? Desperate?"

He let out a cruel laugh, his tone mocking, "Don't worry, I'll make you die little by little, experiencing the ultimate pain."

As he spoke, he forcefully pulled the thread connecting the long sword and the sewing needle, watching the blood splatter from the ninja's body, and listening with great enjoyment to his increasingly shrill screams.

At this moment, the masked Kirigakure ninjas also entered the first floor and tacitly dispersed to deal with the seriously injured but not dead ninjas.

"Kurihara Kushimaru-sama."

Only one ninja wearing a strange device on his head walked up behind him and cautiously said to Kushimaru Kurihara, who was still torturing the Jonin Uzumaki, "Lord Suigetsu Hozuki wants us to finish this quickly..."

Hearing this, Kushimaru Kurihara glanced at him sideways and said coldly, "You think you can lecture me? Can't you see I'm enjoying the thrill of killing?"

Rather than enjoying blowing his enemies to smithereens, he relishes the screams and wails of his prey before they die.

Although the process may seem tedious, it's his "ritual" and it's worth wasting a little time.

"Besides, all we need to do is attract attention, right?"

Kushimaru Kurihara scratched his mask listlessly, pointed at the Hidden Mist ninja's device, and said, "Ask Suigetsu Hozuki where he is?"

Meanwhile, on the top floor of Wochao Village.

A tall figure carrying a large sword burst through the window. He seemed to hear Kurisakumaru's voice and said calmly, "Infiltration successful. You guys continue to hold off the main force. I'm going to kill those old guys."

How about storming in from the bottom layer, then climbing up layer by layer, and finally killing those at the top?

How could that be?

Once the Vortex Clan has adjusted their state, the entire building will be impregnable; they are not foolish enough to confront it head-on.

This attack on the Land of Whirlpools was meticulously planned. Just as Kushimaru Kurihara was breaking through the first layer, Suigetsu Hobutsuki was simultaneously carrying out assassinations on his targets.

At the moment the explosion occurred on the first floor, all the ninjas gathered around it.

Everyone assumed they were launching a frontal assault, attempting to block them from advancing upstream from the first floor.

The top level, which was negligent in its defenses, naturally became the point of breach.

"What a bunch of slowpokes."

Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Demon chuckled and walked towards the conference room downstairs.

But he suddenly stopped before stepping onto the stairs.

Suigetsu Hozuki heard a series of crisp footsteps, and the next moment, a figure emerged from the corner platform leading to the stairs.

It was a very young, red-haired boy dressed in a black robe, who seemed to be carrying a knife.

"What? It's just a kid."

Suigetsu Hozuki's tense body immediately relaxed, and at that moment, he heard the voice of a Kirigakure ninja: "Have you encountered any obstacles from above?"

"It's nothing," said Suigetsu Hozuki lazily. "Just a lost kid, I'll be right back..."

As he was speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

Boom!dong dong!

Suigetsu Fuguki frowned as he looked at the figure in the distance, and at that moment he actually heard a sound like a heartbeat.

"What is that?"

Under the moonlight streaming through the window, a faint bluish-black tinge began to appear beneath the red-haired imp's exposed skin, as if something hidden inside was eager to emerge from beneath his flesh.

The next moment, reflected in the contracting pupils of the Watermelon Pufferfish Demon, four crimson, twisted thorns flew out from behind the little devil.

"Blood Demon Art," the imp said coldly, "Flying Blood Thorns!"

I have a fever and a terrible headache today. I thought a nap at noon would help, but I'm still feeling groggy.

The temperature has changed so quickly lately, and many people have been getting fevers and colds. Everyone please take care of yourselves.

(End of this chapter)