I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Shh, everyone, be careful, someone is coming."

There was a burst of crackling sounds from the pile of rocks. The sound was very small, but the surrounding wind was very strong, so it did not attract anyone's attention. The sound was quickly lost in the wind.

This is the Country of Bears, the actual border between the Country of Wind and the Country of Earth. The climate is slightly better than that of the Country of Wind, but still harsh. The hot and fast wind is mixed with sand and gravel, rustling the surrounding rocks, except for those in the corner. There are no traces of life in the tiny shrubs, and the human voice just now seems to be an illusion in a dream.

squeak...

That was the sound of shoes stepping on the gravel, coming from a distance, getting closer and closer, looking up, a figure hidden in a black robe did not know when it appeared in the long yellow sand.

His steps were light and his whole body was as if he were strolling leisurely. There was not a trace of vigilance on his body. He looked like he was a veteran in making a living in the desert. No one who has lived in the desert for seven or eight years could develop such a calm and leisurely temperament. .

The few people hiding under the rocks smacked their mouths, with a little dissatisfaction on their faces, and their eyes were full of ferociousness.

I really don’t know where the young master came from. This is the battlefield where the Kingdom of Wind and the Kingdom of Earth confront each other. Can you be a little more serious? It’s not your back garden. If you walk so slowly, are you looking for death?

Several people made gestures and leaned towards the man in the middle from all sides. The battlefield was a life-or-death realm, and they would never mind teaching those who despised the battlefield a lesson.

All it takes is a little blood, a kunai, a touch of the right hand, and a slight scratch on the throat, and maybe they can learn to be reverent when they become human again in their next life.

This is a patrol team that can be regarded as an elite in a large country. In just one year of rotation, they have experienced more than ten small and large battles, and the sand ninjas who died in their hands have reached An astonishing ten.

Don't underestimate these ten people. These are sand ninjas. They are not bandits or farmers called from some corner. As the country with the smallest number of ninjas and the poorest economic foundation among the five major countries, these ninjas came from the village of Sand Hidden. They are all elites, the kind who can easily challenge two people outside.

Killing ten sand ninjas without anyone dying, and returning to their hometown, this was enough for them to brag about for the rest of their lives. No, wait, maybe there are eleven now.

Raising his eyebrows, the figure who seemed to be the captain raised his right hand, pointed in the direction of the figure in the dark, and drew on his neck, making a wiping motion.

The others nodded, and in just a few seconds the man's fate was decided.

The khaki coats were hidden in the gravel, and they seemed to be able to hear their own heavy breathing. Although this was not their first attack on the sand ninja, they couldn't help but tremble with excitement every time they took action.

They nodded to each other, and their dark pupils suddenly became extremely sharp, like two sharp knives, holding a kunai in their hands.

Whizzing--

The sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air was heard all around, and almost at the same time, four pitch black kunai shot toward the figure in the center, as if they had made an appointment.

The kunai shone with a cold light, and there was no detonating talisman attached. People who ignored the battlefield were not worthy of using high-end consumables like the detonating talisman.

"Hey, have you finally taken action? The little mice have been hiding in the dark."

A faint smile came from not far away. He raised his head and revealed a slightly childish face under the black hood. The skin was delicate and slightly fair. It was simply not a face that a person who had lived in the desert all year round could have. .

The jet-black eyes flashed left and right, dotted between them, and they were simply colder than the deepest pool. Even the scorching sun in the sky was firmly attracted to him, almost sinking.

"That is?"

The man hadn't taken action yet. Several people just glanced at each other from a distance, and their hearts trembled, as if they were being stared at by a tyrannosaurus. Fear grew in their hearts and spread instantly, squeezing their originally extremely high morale. Got to the corner.

This is not someone they can deal with.

This was the only thought left in a few people's minds.

The captain opened his mouth wide and began to turn his head and roar. The veins on his neck bulged like a sea snake. His pupils were full of horror. His clothes were soaked. He looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Run away, he's not..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly got stuck in mid-air.

"Shh."

The index finger was gently placed on his lips, and an awe-inspiring aura suddenly poured out of him. It was as majestic as the sea and as deep as the abyss. The kunai that flew in stopped in mid-air, neither falling nor moving forward. Half a step, just still, as if the pause button was pressed around him.

The muscles on their faces were stiff, and the surrounding Iwa ninjas looked horrified. They discovered an astonishing fact. Their bodies no longer obeyed their orders. They were whining, no sound could come out of their throats, their legs could not escape, and even I can't do it even if I'm shaking.

What kind of monster did they encounter?

After the fear passed, all that was left in his heart was endless sadness and coldness. This invasion of the Iwa Ninja was in trouble.

"Be quiet. You are the opponents arranged by my sister for me. If you escape, I will be troubled."

The corners of Sith's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a rare hint of gentleness on his calm face. The darkness in the space was endless, and they simply didn't look like creatures of the same dimension.

Taking out an entire chuunin team at once was an impressive achievement for an ordinary chuunin, but to him, it was a bit of a bully.

But there was no way. The commander-in-chief of the sand ninja in this war zone was his sister Ye Cang. It was good to be able to go out to perform tasks and not be left in the tent to be fed. It was his turn to pick and choose.

In short, Ye Cang was a little too protective of him.

But yes, the current leaders of the younger generation in Sunagakure Village are Ye Cang and Luo Sha. Even they have not yet reached the Kage level. If Sith jumps out and says that he is a thief, no one will believe it. Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Anyway, Ye Cang didn’t believe it.

How could such a cute brother of hers be so cruel?

Shaking his head, Sith raised his right hand slightly, and the rich darkness surged from all sides like a tide, and was about to swallow several people in an instant.

He did not intend to kill, but this was not because of mercy. On this battlefield, death was the greatest mercy. Once it fell into the hands of the torture department, no one knew what they would do.

In the dark tide, Iwa Ninja's eyes were wide open, his lips were blue, and he kept making whining sounds in his throat.

"Old...Lao Zi..."

squeak!

The air exploded, and a right hand quickly stretched out from in front of him and strangled his neck. The Iwa Ninja captain was lifted up by the Sith, and he seemed to hear an exciting name.

"What are you talking about? Lao Zi?"