Naruto: The Masked Witch

After entering the fairy mode, the world in Jiraiya's eyes has undergone a huge change, the scenery around him no longer becomes so clear, trees are not trees, mountains are not mountains.

All turned into hazy natural energy.

"Very good, if you follow the natural energy..."

When Jiraiya just put down his hands and raised his head, he suddenly found a mass of dark natural energy around him.

At the same time, a figure walked leisurely by his side.

What—when did this person appear beside me?

The production of natural energy is based on the emotions of living beings.If it is flowers and plants that do not change all year round, their natural energy is the only fixed state.Yet human beings are the most moody creatures, and the natural energies that emanate from them are the most colorful.

But...he had never seen pitch-black natural energy!

After Jiraiya learned the sage mode, he often travels through the battlefields of various countries, and the natural energy he sees is nothing but the crimson of hatred.

But this one that suddenly appeared beside me, the body color turned out to be pitch black. What kind of state of mind is this that can produce pitch black natural energy?

"Hey, you..." Jiraiya turned around suddenly, and called to stop the boy who passed him by, but he didn't know what to say.

"Huh? Uncle, what's the matter?"

The young man's hair is messy, with a touch of orange at the tip of his hair. His whole body is very slender, and he seems to be very suitable for wearing a monk's robes.The boy was only stepping on a pair of straw sandals, and the clothes on his body were also torn.

When his eyes were in contact with Jiraiya, the darkness suddenly wanted to penetrate into Jiraiya's body through his eyes.

He hastily glanced at one place.

"You, what's your name?"

"My name is Muramasa." Muramasa smiled innocently and told Jiraiya his name.

"Muramasa... don't you know that this is a place where bandits often haunt?"

"I know, but there is no way. My father and mother asked me to go to the other side of the village to pick some wild vegetables, otherwise they would kill me."

"Kill..."

There are no parents in the world who will kill their children because they are disobedient, but when Muramasa said this, his expression did not look like he was lying.

But what made Jilai even more curious was the source of the natural energy of Muramasa's black body.

"Uncle, you look like you don't believe it."

Muramasa suddenly sticks out his tongue and stretches it out for Jiraiya to watch.

In the very center of Muramasa's tongue, there are several gullies, which seem to be wounded by some kind of sharp weapon, leaving bony scars.What surprised Jiraiya even more was that it wasn't just the tongue that was injured in Muramasa's mouth, almost the entire inside of the mouth was left with scars of varying shades.

This... What kind of torture did this child suffer?

"Uncle, you're scared..." Seeing Jiraiya's surprised expression, Muramasa put his tongue back and showed a mocking smile.

Ji Lai also became more and more confused about the behavior of the child in front of him, why he still laughed when he was hurt like this?

"It seems that you have never experienced what it feels like to be cut with a blade in the mouth."

"This, are these things your parents did?"

Jiraiya's panting speed gradually increased, and he couldn't believe the scene Muramasa described, because it was too cruel, especially for such a child.

"But it doesn't matter, as a price, I bit off my father's finger, hahahahahaha!" Muramasa laughed loudly, with a crazy laugh, echoing in the mountain stream.

Hearing this, Zilai felt chills down his spine. At this moment, he finally understood the source of this black energy.

Despair—this is despair from the depths of hell.

When Cun was being cut off by his parents, he had already fallen into the abyss of despair.

What's even more frightening is that Muramasa chose to live with despair.

"If you keep him alive, he will definitely grow into a disaster in the future..."

"Uncle, put away your killing intent, your acquaintance seems to be here." Muramasa sneered, patted Jiraiya on the shoulder, and pointed him to a figure not far away.

"Yo, it's been a long time since I came..."