Naruto: I am regarded as a savior with villain template

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Chapter 165: Unfortunately, You Are Not Qualified.

The Nara clan is one of the elder families that Konoha joined in the early days of its founding.

It can be said that it is one of the largest pharmaceutical industry giants in the entire ninja world, and is mainly responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the entire Konoha medical system.

It can be said that no one can match their achievements in medicine. Even Tsunade is only better than them in the field of medical ninjutsu.

Together with the Yamanaka clan, which symbolizes the "pig", and the Akimichi clan, which symbolizes the "butterfly", they are known as the "Ino-Shika-Cho".

In battle, the Nara clan, who possess the ability to imitate shadows and have extremely high IQs, are usually responsible for tactical formulation and core control. The Yamanaka clan, who are good at perception and mental control, are responsible for sensing the target and connecting the minds of the three people. Finally, the Akimichi clan, who possesses powerful destructive power, makes the final attack.

In other words, one for support, one for defense, and one for attack.

However, even in such a family that is positioned as a supporting family and has been closely supporting the Hokage for generations, there are still a few weird guys in these decades.

For example, the rebel ninja in front of him is code-named "Shadow".

"Shadow Stealth."

Looking at the "shadow" struggling in the black water, the man in black robe said indifferently: "It is indeed a secret technique designed for assassination. Unfortunately, it is planned to be against us. It's your bad luck.

"Ever since you sneaked in here, your every move has been under our eyes, like a clown performing a ridiculous one-man show."

Gulp gulp!

Under suffocation, the face of "Shadow" gradually turned blue, and he stared at the man in black robe with his mouth opening and closing constantly, as if he was saying something.

He didn't understand. He didn't understand why such a dangerous guy would appear in such a small place, and he didn't understand what kind of ninjutsu this guy was using.

Water release technique? The ultimate "form change"? Or is it the "black lightning" ninjutsu developed by the "nature change" of the Kumogakure Village?

Bloodline limit is a technique produced by the fusion of two chakra nature changes. The technique used by the guy in front of him looks similar to the bloodline limit, but even the Nara clan has no records of black water release technique.

All I can say is that even the wisest man can make mistakes.

No matter how cautious and careful he was, he could not have expected that the defense here was so tight that even the outside of the city was under surveillance. It was even more impossible for him to expect that the target he thought was a sure thing was actually a hidden dragon's den and a tiger's lair.

"Coo, coo."

When "Shadow" was analyzing the intelligence and trying to find a way to survive, a white dove actually landed on the shoulder of the man in black robe and moved its claws very humanely to his ear.

"...I see. Is it related to Konoha?"

The man in black robe murmured in a low voice as if he had received some message, but the "shadow" widened his eyes when he heard this.

How is that possible?

How could this guy possibly know?

"What a pity."

The pair of eyes engraved with "Upper Rank" and "Five" flickered, meeting the pair of pupils in the water that were suddenly filled with fear. The man in black robe said with regret: "It seems that you are not qualified to be one of us."

But it's okay this way.

No need to worry about conflicts arising among colleagues in the future.

The man in black robe thought so in his mind, without giving Shadow any more chances, he clenched his hand as he stretched it forward.

BANG!!

The black water ball suspended in the air suddenly exploded. Under Asuto's dull gaze, it was like a paint ball that was popped out of thin air by a hand, spraying bright red and gray blood in all directions.

The scarlet viscous liquid was like a gorgeous flower, dyeing the dim alley the color of sunset.

"…Hmm!"

Looking at the pale corpse with some flesh and blood sticking to the ground, Asuto, who was splattered with blood, felt his stomach churning. He subconsciously covered his mouth and his face turned red.

For him, who had never killed anyone before, this first experience was too overwhelming.

"Have you seen enough?"

The man in black robe glanced at Asuto who was silent as a cicada, ignored his sudden stiffness and said indifferently: "If you have seen enough, you can go away now, kid."

As he spoke, the black water lingering around him gradually dissipated, and the drizzling rain began to fall again.

"Huh?"

Hearing that he was going to let him go, Asuto was stunned for a moment, but soon he thought of his parents, his face tensed again, and he blurted out: "Wait, wait a minute, please, my father..."

As he spoke, he subconsciously reached out to grab the corner of the black-robed man in front of him, as if he was grasping at the last straw.

But the next moment, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

The black raindrops turned into sharp needles, and the cold thorns stayed in front of his eyes, causing his pupils to gradually shrink into lines.

"Humph." The man in black robe didn't even look at him, but turned his back to him and said coldly, "If you don't leave, you will die."

Asuto shuddered and came to his senses. He staggered back a few steps away from the rain needles and subconsciously looked at the silent girl beside him.

"Don't worry." Nonō smiled faintly, her tone as gentle as usual, "Uncle and aunt are fine, they escaped, they were just a little frightened, you should go to the hospital to see them."

Dad and Mom are okay?

Upon hearing this, Asuto's face showed an irrepressible surprise, but he suppressed the urge to turn around and run and said, "Nonō-nii, then you..."

"I have something else to do." Before he could finish, Nonō interrupted with a smile, "You go back first, Asuto."

Asuto hesitated and glanced at the black-robed man with his back to him. Finally, he nodded and said to Nonō, "Well, then I'll leave. You're alone. Be careful..."

After the life-and-death crisis faded, his sanity returned and he soon understood a lot.

Although the black-robed man had a very fierce and bad attitude, he was undoubtedly on their side. And Nonō who came behind him was not a coincidence, and she obviously had an identity that he was not aware of.

In that case, it doesn't matter.

After figuring everything out, Asuto left the alley under Nonō's gaze, looking back every few steps.

Seeing that figure completely disappear in front of her, the smile on Nonō's face gradually faded. She turned to look at the black figure and asked, "Aren't you going to tell him? After all, it's Asuto, so it doesn't matter if he knows."

"...Forget it. After all, the change is too big. I'm afraid that boy can't accept it. Let's talk about it when there is a chance."

Hearing this, the man in black robe smiled helplessly and lowered his wide hood, revealing a face that looked to be in his thirties or forties but a little weathered.

If Asuto were still here, he would definitely recognize this face that is 80% similar to his father. If the group of boatmen taken in by Kumokawa were here, they would also be able to recognize this old friend who used to pull the boats together.

But they will definitely wonder if they have recognized the wrong person.

After all, in their impression, he was just a tracker in his forties or fifties with gray hair, who could only bow his body and smile humbly, and led the trackers from the south of the Land of Rain to come here in order to survive.

Aqua, a nameless person, or rather, this is just his name, as ordinary as he is.

However, he now looks more than 20 years younger, his originally thin figure has become much broader, and even his temperament has undergone a drastic change.

The pair of demon eyes engraved with "Upper Rank" and "Five" are enough to show that his current identity is no longer the same as before. Even among the "demons", he is one of the stronger ones.

There is no doubt that everything he has now was given by Kumokawa.

Of course, the prerequisite is that his body, will and belief can withstand the "blood" that is enough to make him an Upper Moon.

"Compared to the 'demon' guarding in the night, learning to master the breathing method and standing in the sun to kill the enemy is more suitable for that kid." Aqua smiled and murmured, "I believe he can do it."

As he spoke, the dove standing on his shoulder turned its head, and its black pupils turned scarlet.

Then, an indifferent voice came out from the pigeon's mouth.

"Upper Rank Five, how did it go?"

Hearing this voice, Aqua's expression straightened and he whispered, "Yes, Nagato-sama, it has been resolved."

"Really?" The pigeon continued to speak indifferently, "It seems that you are luckier than others. You met a smart-aleck fool."

"And on my side, it's a bunch of brainless idiots."

On the other side, Nagato stood in an alley, looking ahead with an expressionless face.

Although it was raining as usual, the weather was actually nice today.

By evening, in the faint clouds, the round red sun cast a blood-like glow, shining between the buildings of City of Dawn.

Naturally, some of the light also spread out, dyeing the depths of the sparsely populated alley where Nagato was located red, bathing his body in the red sun.

In this deep and narrow alley, in front of and behind Nagato stood a group of figures wearing black samurai armor.

"The Black Warriors?"

Nagato's eyes were covered with a black cloth, but they felt like they were being stared at by a pair of cold eyes without any warmth at all. Several people couldn't help but tremble and became alert at the same time.

This blind kid doesn't seem quite normal.

The leading black warrior was not wearing a helmet, but only a piece of light armor, revealing his face full of wrinkles.

Looking at the blind kid who looked very sick in front of him, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, frowned and said hoarsely: "You, know us?"

It seems that this place is not as simple as he thought.

However, since it was the Tsuchikage's mission after all, it was normal for it to be somewhat difficult, and he did not plan to withdraw directly.

But after hearing the next sentence from the kid in front of him, his eyes, as turbid as dead water, suddenly showed a chill.

"Of course I know." Nagato said in a cold tone, "They are the product of the old times, a group of stray dogs driven out of the Land of Iron."

The Black Warriors are a bounty hunter team of nearly a hundred people, all of whom are samurai proficient in swordsmanship. It is said that they left because of a disagreement with the new General of the Land of Iron, "Mifune", and Mifune seemed to have acquiesced to this rumor.

But in fact, he was just defeated by Mifune's men, lost the opportunity to seize power, and was kicked out of the Land of Iron and became a homeless stray dog.

However, after all, they are a team qualified to accept Ōnoki's mission. In addition to Kurogane, the leader who was unfortunately defeated by Mifune, there are indeed many troublesome swordsmen.

"..."

Kurogane glanced at the dagger sheathed at Nagato's waist, narrowed his eyes, and sneered: "I heard that the owner of this city killed the old 'Sword Saint'."

"Although Musashi hasn't held a sword for a long time, the one who can defeat him should not be an ordinary person. I came here this time to find a man named Tsukimi Sato Kumokawa."

"Kid, do you know where he is?"

These black warriors do not have as many rules as the warriors under Mifune. They like fighting and killing. They will not only challenge the strong, but also attack civilians without scruples.

As for money, it is just an excuse for them to enjoy killing.

In Kurogane's opinion, a sword would become extremely dull if it was not stained with blood. Even if it were him, he would be able to kill the old Musashi.

"...Oh."

Nagato was silent for a long time before he suddenly smiled. However, his smile did not convey any kindness. "You said you were here to look for your brother?"

As he spoke, he grasped the unsheathed dagger at his waist and sneered, "It really makes me uncomfortable to hear my brother's name from your mouth."

This feeling...

Feeling the cold murderous intent, Kurogane's expression became solemn. He slightly lowered his center of gravity, grasped the katana gathered at his waist, and prepared to draw the sword and slash.

"Aren't you going to draw your sword yet?" He said, looking at Nagato who was still standing there.

The moment the words fell, Nagato's figure disappeared.

Bang!!

Behind the swiftly approaching figure, the original ground was stepped on and cracked into a spider web shape.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Nagato arrived in front of Kurogane, and the dagger at his waist rolled into the air and fell into his hand. He raised the dagger and slashed at Kurogane's throat.

Swift sheath - four intersections!

However, Kurogane was faster. He pulled out his katana from his waist, deflecting the dagger that was stabbing his throat. Then he turned his wrist and slashed down diagonally, aiming to cut Nagato in half from the neck to the left waist.

clang!!

Nagato drew his sword and moved back to defend himself, the blades collided and sparks flew.

The next moment, after a brief eye contact, a series of explosions sounded instantly.

"This..."

From the perspective of the other warriors, the figures of the two men almost turned into afterimages, and sparks splashed down like rain on the ground.

Their ears were filled with dense and continuous sounds. The sound of the friction between the blades of swords was sharp and piercing. The sharp airflow generated by the collision between the dagger and the Katana left obvious traces of the slashes.

Even if the warriors stared at the two figures intently, they could not see who was who. The positions of the two people changed four or five times in an instant, making it impossible for them to intervene for a while with their swords in hand.

Puff!

At this moment, a little blood spurted onto the ground, and the two figures that were originally trying to cut each other suddenly stopped and then separated.

"..."

Blood slowly gathered from the side of his cheek to his chin, and Nagato raised his hand expressionlessly to wipe it away.

Looking at the three tiny cracks on the black iron in front of him, at the corners of his eyes, neck, and ears, the slight interest that had originally risen on Nagato's face now turned into boredom.

"How pitiful." He said indifferently, "You are not even a samurai now."

(End of this chapter)