[You have successfully destroyed a damaged mechanical puppet (Special Jonin level)] [Achievement Points +102!] With the notification popping up on the panel, Ayane confirmed that the puppet before her was now completely scrapped.
Although according to the knowledge she had heard before, in this situation, it was best to tear the puppet into pieces to prevent the Puppeteers from recycling the scrap.
But since she had the authoritative certification of the panel, she naturally wouldn’t do anything unnecessary and waste her strength.
The girl raised her leg and gave the lump of iron a vicious kick!
‘Hiss~’ The puppet was kicked flying, but the girl also sucked in a breath of cold air.
Fortunately, during the battle just now, she had been keeping Chakra attached to the soles of her feet.
Otherwise, if she hadn’t been injured in battle but ended up with a minor injury from this, wouldn’t that be a huge embarrassment…
‘Who on earth decided that Ninja shoes should expose the toes?’ she couldn’t help but grumble in her heart.
Do you know how inconvenient this outfit is in the Amegakure?
The complaints flashed through her mind.
Ayane paused and thought for a moment.
She didn’t rashly follow the direction Woodpecker had left in to track him.
Instead, she cautiously made her way toward the center of the Village.
The sounds of fighting that had drawn the two of them over could clearly be heard just now.
But now, they had completely quieted down.
She didn’t know what the situation was.
Light rain began to fall again.
Under the cover of night, the entire Maba Village was silent.
The corpses soaking in the mud were in all sorts of strange poses.
There were women with arms outstretched as if struggling to get out, men with wide eyes full of rage, and young children curled up into balls…
Without exception.
They would eventually be silently submerged by this year-round rain, like a drop of water vanishing into the sea or a grain of dust falling onto the soil.
Ayane swallowed hard and pursed her lips tightly.
This kind of hellish scene.
Whether in her past life or this one, this was her first time encountering it.
“It seems like someone else is coming…” “Is it Mommy?
It must be Mommy coming back…” “It’s not Mommy.
It’s…
it’s a Ninja!
Shut up!
Toshiro!
Shut up now!” Ayane’s ears twitched slightly.
A few lines of heavily suppressed dialogue came from a thatched hut nearby.
Although dialogue at this volume was negligible in the pattering rain, Ayane could still hear it clearly with the boost of Chakra.
She turned her head and glanced over.
Well, the sound was coming from that fallen, half-broken water vat.
It sounded like two children…
Despite this, Ayane did not relax her vigilance.
arashikiri unsheathed with a ‘zheng,’ and she slowly walked toward the water vat.
Step, step, step.
The children in the water vat seemed to have sensed something as well, and the voices that were as thin as silk instantly vanished.
Walking right up to the water vat, Ayane held arashikiri and stood still.
The world seemed to fall silent, leaving only the half-broken water vat in front of her trembling slightly.
“Come out!
I know you’re inside,” she said coldly.
There was no response.
Only the sound of the pattering rain reached her ears.
The girl took a deep breath and, following the tone of anime characters from her past life’s memories, mimicked the trademark villainous voice of Orochimaru: “Fire Release…” The final straw that broke the camel’s back was laid down.
“Go to hell!
Go to hell!
You demons, just go to hell!” A gray-haired boy suddenly scrambled out of the water vat.
He held a brick in his hand, his movements completely unrefined, but he still charged at Ayane fiercely, making a motion to strike.
This kind of little fellow who clearly hadn’t undergone formal training.
To a Ninja who was already on high alert, he posed absolutely no threat.
Ayane didn’t even need her Ninja blade or Ninjutsu.
“Ouch!” With a simple reach and chop of her left hand, the boy fell onto his bottom in the mud, and the brick in his hand was snatched away by her.
“Brother!” Another cry of sorrow rang out.
An even younger child poked his head out from the water vat.
Seeing his brother fallen in the mud, he immediately ran over on his short legs.
“Junlang!
Have I not told you not to come out!” Although easily defeated by the enemy, the older brother still maintained his dignity and shouted angrily: “Are you not listening to me anymore!
Also, stop crying!” Young Junlang did not speak.
He merely hugged his brother, who was only a few years older, sobbing with snot and tears running down his face: “Mom, where are you?
Why haven’t you come back yet?
Junlang misses you so much…” Seeing him like this, the older brother’s voice gradually softened.
Like a helpless young beast, he curled up while holding his younger brother, patting his back as he whispered: “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault for being useless and failing to protect you.” “…” Are they orphans left behind by the villagers?
Looking at the two children before her, Ayane was filled with sympathy.
But sympathy is one thing; the unsheathed arashikiri remained firmly in her hand, her arm as cold and rigid as a sculpture.
A Ninja’s battle is a battle of intelligence.
This saying is never outdated, whether in the current Shinobi World War, the Gundam era decades later, or the Tattoo era even further in the future.
There was no Sensory Ninjutsu.
Who knew if these two seemingly pitiful children were actually a Ninja disguised using the Transformation Technique?
Of course, verifying this was not difficult.
Ayane suppressed her wavering emotions.
Her gaze tightened, and the arashikiri traced a beautiful arc through the rain, slashing down toward the younger brother Junlang’s neck!
“No!” The older brother tried to block it, but how could his speed compare to a Ninja blade?
The boy could only watch helplessly as that incredibly beautiful Ninja blade slashed toward his younger brother’s neck…
Bang!
A puff of white smoke exploded.
Ayane’s Ninja blade paused in mid-air; she did not continue the strike, but instead seized the opportunity to snatch the boy nearby.
“Hey, are all you people from the Hidden Rain Village this cold-blooded?” “How could such a touching scene fail to move you even in the slightest?” A mocking voice came from the smoke.
The younger brother Junlang, who had been crying non-stop, suddenly transformed into a short-statured Ninja, sneering at the masked Ninja before him: “Oh my, it seems people as kind as me are a rarity in the Ninja World~” Ayane’s gaze lifted slightly.
She saw the forehead protector on the other’s head.
The pattern on the metal plate was not from any of the Five Great Ninja Villages; there was only a deep scratch mark running across it!
It was a rogue Ninja from some small Ninja Village!
Or rather, a wandering Ninja!
The young girl scoffed, her tone indifferent: “Oh, so you’re just a homeless stray dog.” With just that one sentence, the expression on the wandering Ninja’s face changed visibly.
“Hey, brat.” He was in no hurry to bicker with Ayane.
Instead, he turned his head, looked at the stunned boy, and said with a grin: “Do you want to know where your younger brother and mother went?” The boy did not speak.
Having finally realized that his brother was not his brother, he just stared fiercely at the other, like a lone wolf with nowhere to retreat.
“Haha, don’t look at me with those fierce eyes!” “If I recall correctly, I threw them both into the kitchen stove…” The Ninja’s smile became increasingly brazen, as if he were a demon crawling out of hell: “Brat, that meal tasted pretty good, didn’t it?
I remember you ate quite heartily after I finished cooking.” “Ahhhhh!!!” A wave of intense nausea surged into his heart; the boy clutched his stomach and let out a hysterical wail.
Ayane’s eyes turned completely cold.
An indescribable emotion exploded within her heart.
“You beast!” She struck with her palm, easily knocking out the angry boy beside her, and her pale pink lips uttered a few words: “I am truly…
angry.”