Naruto: The world has misled me a lot!

A forest in the eastern part of Konoha, not far from the coastline.

The thick fog blocked the morning light, making the Konoha ninjas shrouded in the fog seem as if they were still in darkness.

Add to that the horrific sight of two teammates being hung on a tree with a steel wire piercing their chests, and the atmosphere of fear was overwhelming.

The scarlet blood dripped at his feet with the heat still on, causing him to open his eyes wide and swallow hard.

Whoosh!

A slight sound of breaking air came from the side. The Konoha ninja had just turned around, and before he could block the kunai, he was pierced through the chest by a hand, or more precisely, a "needle".

I witnessed with my own eyes the thin steel wire entering my chest as if endlessly, and then I fell into a pool of blood.

"The fear before death is such a wonderful feeling."

A Mist Ninja wearing a Mist-painted mask and with long fluffy yellow hair on his head caught the special ninja sword flying in the air. He pulled with his arms, and the invisible steel wire created ripples in the void, turning the blood on it into beautiful yet cruel red flowers.

"You're too slow. If you play like this every time, something bad will happen sooner or later."

Another ninja with yellow hair, two buns and a body as fat as a mountain of flesh walked out from the thick fog. He felt a headache when he saw the Konoha ninjas being strung together by steel wires and hung in the air.

"Have you not noticed that people's emotions will burst out before they die? That look of mixed desire, unwillingness, fear and other emotions is where the pleasure of killing lies."

Kurishan Kushimaru gently stroked the sewing needle in his hand. There was no trace of blood on the smooth blade, only a vague reflection. As his left hand pulled the steel wire at the end of the knife, the flesh and blood bodies hanging in the air were cut into pieces, and the still warm blood trickled down the gap, forming a pool of blood under their bodies.

"Forget it. A rough man like you who wields a big knife will never understand the beauty of it."

Finally, Kurishan Chuanwan pulled the wire, and the corpse in the air turned into pieces, splashing blood flowers in the blood pool.

"I'm just reminding you that the Byakugan that have been here lately are different from the Uchiha, and the Kirigakure jutsu has little effect on them."

The Xiguashan pufferfish ghost was just like an ordinary fat man with a broad and plump body, with a gentle smile on his face, ignoring the art of Kurisan Kushimaru's performance.

"Tsk, I don't know what the Mizukage is thinking. If we had just gathered the Seven Ninja Swordsmen and attacked head-on, we would have killed these useless Hyuga clan members long ago. Why did he have to wait for the right opportunity?"

Although he said it readily, thinking of the possibility of an ambush, Kurishan Kushimaru still retracted the flying wire.

"Don't dare to play anymore? Then deal with it quickly and find other Konoha ninjas."

A ninja with a white scarf on his head, brown hair and beard gathered together with beads, and his left eye covered with a black cloth jumped down from the tree. He carried a strange ninja sword that looked like a machete and a scroll on his shoulder. The detonating tags with the word "explosion" engraved on the blade wrapped in white cloth were particularly eye-catching.

"Would I dare not?"

Ignoring Kurisan Kushimaru's sophistry, Wuli Jinpachi shook his wrist, and the scroll on the explosive sword instantly unfolded, and the detonating talismans were scattered into the air like they were free.

"I say, your movement will attract pursuers, right?"

Seeing this scene, Xiguashan Puffer Demon and Kurishan Kushimaru did not dare to stay here for a moment. The chakra under their feet exploded and turned into two afterimages and disappeared on the spot.

Rumble!

Continuous explosions shook the forest, and flames filled the sky, carrying broken branches, dead leaves and stones flying everywhere.

Muri Jinpachi's loud laughter came from the smoke and dust, and the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Demon couldn't help rubbing his throbbing temple with his hand.

Having teammates like this around me, I may not really appreciate their fun, but the comedic spirit they convey is really worth watching.

As the guardian of the darkness in the blood mist, the Xiguashan Puffer Ghost often feels that he is out of tune with them because he is not perverted enough.

Thinking of this, the image of the white-haired Mist Ninja who also had "normal" thinking emerged in my mind.

"It is said that Kurochu Raiga and his men suffered at the hands of the three Konoha brats?"

When the fat man talked about this, although Kurisan Kushimaru's expression could not be seen clearly because he was wearing a mask, his disdain could be seen from the way he tilted his head to the side.

"Kurocho Raiga is really going backwards. Has he been in the Anbu for too long? He was scared silly by the Third Mizukage and can't even take down three kids. He is really a disgrace to the Seven Ninja Swordsmen."

All the Mist Ninjas that walked out of the Village of Blood Mist were murderers with blood on their hands. In their dictionaries, there were only two paths: victory and death. The loser did not deserve to live.

Kurisan Kushimaru could already foresee that even if Kurochu Raiga survived the war this time, he would be constantly challenged by later generations and deprived of his status as one of the Seven.

"That's right. The Seven are only worthy of the strongest. If Black Hoe and Thunder Fang are not good enough, then let's get someone who is."

Muri Jinpachi came to the tree where the two men were standing with a explosive knife in his hand, and had no intention of saying anything good for Hei Chu Raiga.

"This generation of dual blades all have some problems, not just the Thunder Blade. The owner of the Hirame Hali doesn't seem to be outstanding either."

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost seemed to have spoken his true feelings inadvertently. After a moment of shock, Kurishan Kushimaru and Murishinpachi suddenly reacted.

"Fatty, you're not scouting for Gui Deng Man Yue, are you?"

Kurishan Kushimaru sneered and pointed the sewing needle at the watermelon mountain puffer ghost's heart, as if to expose his disguise.

There have been rumors that the users of Samehada are very close to the little ghosts of the Kizuna clan, but he didn't quite believe it at first.

After all, Mist Ninjas don’t need friends. If they need or want something, they just go and grab it.

Including the ninja sword in his hand, which he snatched after killing his boss.

No one will ask whether he is right or wrong, because the strong is always right. This is the rule of Kirigakure.

"Fugu ghost, if Hozumi Mangetsu wants Hirame Flounder, just let him go get it directly. You don't need to blow his own trumpet. If he doesn't have the magnanimity, then he doesn't deserve to be a ninja sword user."

Wu Li Jinba said it more clearly, there are not so many rules, there is only one rule in the blood mist.

That is strength!

"Ha, you guys think too much, I'm just expressing my feelings."

The Xiguashan puffer ghost laughed, and the serious expression on his face disappeared, as if he had become the gentle fat man again.

My friend, it seems your idea is still a fantasy.

It seems impossible to achieve the handover of ninja swords in a bloodless way at the moment.

Each generation of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen are formed from the same generation, the same school, or even the same clan, which created the Seven's powerful strength and terrifying reputation.

They will not regret their bloody past, nor will they feel sorry for the younger generations who continue to covet the ninja sword. They will only sit on the throne forged in blood and look down on everyone.

This has long become part of the meaning of their lives, and there is no other choice but to let them die.

The three of them finished chatting and turned around to leave.

"No, there's something wrong."

Kurishan Kushimaru suddenly stopped. The steel wire hanging on the end of the sewing needle swayed in the air, making a buzzing sound, but he heard a different sound in his ears.

"get out!"

With a flick of his wrist, the steel wire danced like a spirit snake, and the needle-like special ninja sword turned into a cold light and shot out, reaching a hundred meters away.