[Hokage] Rinko's new life

The Chunin knew that the possibility of the ninja missing was extremely low, but he still couldn't help but take chances.

After all, he is a companion who has been with him day and night for more than ten years, and his heart is clamoring: What if!What if he lived!

Finally, the outstretched hand touched the shoulder of the dead Chunin.

Suddenly, the cottage was ablaze.

Lin knew that it was really wrong to play with other people's corpses like this, but he had no choice.If he wants to survive, he has to do whatever it takes.The moment the Chunin's hand touched the corpse's shoulder, Lin activated the Blood Succession Boundary, and sensed the location of the Chunin in the explosion. It's not that he is a ninja.After detecting it, he pulled the chakra line straight in seconds, with one between every two fingers, Si-Chen-Mao-Yin, "Fire Escape Dragon Fire Art!"

This is just a C-level fire escape ninjutsu, and he still has the strength to use it.

Lin heard vaguely suppressed voices of pain, and seemed to be alive.Tsk, what a waste of money... Lin couldn't help but smacked her lips in distaste, reached out and took out a few shurikens, fastened a detonating talisman on the tail, flipped her hand, and the shurikens shot out.

He was sure he heard the sound of the shuriken piercing into flesh.

One-handed seal, "Explosion!"

But he was worried. After all, it was written in the ninja rules that there must be a beginning and an end in everything, and the mess should be cleaned up.This time, after Lin confirmed that the amount of chakra was enough for him to continue performing two B-level ninjutsu, he backhanded the dagger that was hanging on the back as a display, rushed into the smoke caused by the explosion, and went straight to the target.

This time, Lin didn't hear the sound of blood as she wished, and instead the attack was blocked. Well, there was no other way, it had to be like this, after all, he was a Chunin, and he also had the opportunity to sneak attack.

After a few rounds, Lin knew that the opponent was good in hand-to-hand combat.The corners of Lin's mouth were raised, and her smile looked evil. It was obviously a smile with malicious intentions, but it was innocent when put on the face of an eight-year-old child.

Lin's illusion is not entirely a visual illusion, it is an auditory illusion. After all, the only thing that can confuse Sharingan is the auditory illusion.The sound that was blocked after the previous few attacks was the signal to launch, which made the Zhongnin mistook Lin's position.

Chunin suddenly paused, his facial expression seemed to be confused, but he still made a quick judgment and attacked in a straight line.Lynn had been waiting for this moment.He rushed in from the side of the Chunin, and when he left his left hand, the Chunin fell backwards, and the short knife in Lin's right hand had reached his throat.At this moment, the outcome has been divided.

However, the Chunin is worthy of being a Chunin, and he took off his wrist in an instant! "Aw!" No matter how hard Ren Lin could bear it, she couldn't hold back a cry of conditioned reflex.He hurriedly pressed the Chunin with his chakra-attached right leg, cut the knife to his left hand, and let the Chunin pinch his neck, and he also resolutely raised the knife.

Because the strike was too ruthless, the blood spattered, and some even got on Lin's face.At this time, Lin's expression was twisted, and her eyes were shining fiercely, with the silver light shining on the blade, like a Yaksha.Just one glance is intimidating.

And there was another Chunin corpse on the ground. [Author: Moment of silence, I don't even bother to name it. ] The Chunin's face was distorted, and his eyes were full of disbelief.Lin put down the dagger in her left hand, slowly raised it to her neck, and opened the Chunin's fingers one by one, her blushing face recovered, her right arm drooped weakly.

Lynn lowered her eyes.Fighting with his life, he won in the end.

The author has something to say:

... I don't know what to write... The author must complain as always, it's painful not to save the manuscript!