The severed arm fell on the ground, quickly turned into carrion, and then disappeared in smoke.
Moreover, some kind of strange reaction happened to the severed arm-area of the samurai, some lumps of flesh gushed out, followed by bones, connecting outward little by little, and finally regrown into an arm.
'Even severed limbs can be regenerated?'
'This is no longer the category of ninjutsu!'
No, it was not ninjutsu from the start, it's just that now Satoru had finally concluded.
"Oh, it seems that more violent methods have to be used to make you unable to heal yourself."
The samurai tilted his head, raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed at him fiercely.
At this moment, Satoru gave up the rod he was using neatly, and came to the samurai empty-handed.
The samurai moved fast, but he was faster.
Before the samurai could react, he put his hand on his forehead.
Immediately afterwards, his hands emitted a slight fluorescent light, and the light seemed to be alive, continuously piercing into the samurai's head. After that, the samurai's movements had also become dull, and even the simple movement of raising his arms was becoming difficult.
"Heh, I will let you heal yourself, but can you really do it again this time?"
When the voice fell, he let go of his hand and quickly backed away.
*Boom*
The body of the samurai exploded, and blood-red pieces of meat scattered all over the ground making the scene extremely bloody.
Satoru looked at his hands and sneered, "Such a large amount of chakra exploded in your body, if you can still regenerate, then you are really amazing."
The pieces of meat that were reduced to pieces naturally had no self-healing ability, which demonstrated that it had far exceeded the limit.
Satoru turned and continued walking.
In the moonlight, he saw a woman in white in the middle of the long street.
The woman's hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her face was as pale as the moonlight, but her lips were as red as if they had just been dotted with fresh blood on the ground, the combination of the two was particularly pervasive.
"I am Aoi, I've been waiting here for a long time."
The woman bowed slowly to Satoru, although it was just a slight bowing movement, but it looked extraordinarily coquettish and graceful, as if just looking at it would take people's soul away.
"Is Sakura in your hand?"
Aoi smiled without saying a word, but slowly stretched out her hand. She was holding a red folding fan. When she opened it, there was a black flower painted on it. It looked like a flower stained red by blood in the dark night.
"Hehe...Don't be so anxious, my lord, we still have a long time."
Aoi licked her lower lip ambiguously, a strange light flashed in her eyes.
Satoru deliberately ignored the samurai's body parts that disappeared like evaporating, and asked, "Answer my question, or I will kill you, someone else can always be found."
"Even if my lord kills me, he may not be able to find that little girl!"
Aoi mischievously blinked her eyes, and there was such a sly look on her face, now even Satoru frowned, wondering why she still refused to make a move.
'Could it be, is there any purpose?'
'Should I torture her?'
Satoru couldn't figure out the woman in front of him.
"In other words, you admit that Sakura is in your hands, right?"
Aoi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "My lord, you are so bad. You deliberately set words like this, and those who reply will be troubled."
"Don't talk to me like that, it's disgusting, I'm not your customer."
Satoru opened his hands, and his hands glowed faintly blue in the night sky, which was the expression of chakra strengthening his body.
'This Aoi should not be at the same level as that brainless samurai just now, but... maybe they are the same kind of person.'
'Can she also regenerate?'
A sense of anticipation enveloped Satoru's heart, and his fingertips trembled slightly with excitement.
In Aoi's eyes, such an action seemed like fear.
"My lord, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just want to make a deal with you."
"I am not interested."
As he spoke, Satoru moved forward slightly, as if running forward.
The next moment, Aoi's folded hair was raised by a gust of wind. She frowned, tilted her head, and avoided Satoru attack.
Although her movements were fast enough, the attack by Satoru's palm still cut a line across her face.
The bright red blood flowed down slowly, adding a bit of seductiveness to her pale face.
At this time, Satoru had flashed back to a safe distance, as if he had never appeared by her side just now.
There was no other reason, it's just that he doesn't know what kind of power or techniques Aoi had. Before she makes a move, he must be more cautious.
Satoru's original intention was to force her to take action, but who knew that Aoi just said "ah", touched her face slowly, stretched out her tongue to clean the blood from her fingertips, and smiled softly.
"My lord, you are really rude. If this is the case, then I will take action."
Hearing this, Satoru stood up straight, and slightly hooked his fingers at Aoi, "Come."
Aoi finally stopped smiling. When all the smiles on her face disappeared, the warmth that she always gave people like a spring breeze also disappeared.
The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.
"Die!"
Aoi squatted down, and after sweeping a strange strong wind and smoke with her legs, while Satoru was covered by smoke, she opened her folding fan and threw it into the air.
*Whoosh*
That constantly rotating folding fan was like a sharp blade.
Aoi stretched out her hand and waited for her folding fan to come back, and even couldn't help laughing: "My lord, it doesn't feel good to have your throat cut by a fan, right?"
As the smoke dissipated, Aoi's originally confident smile froze on her face.
Not far away, Satoru was fiddling with her folding fan in his hands, the fan turned upside down like an ordinary plaything in his hand, as if it was about to be torn apart in the next moment.
"You!"
"Tsk, this thing doesn't look like anything special, why were you so confident just now?"
"Ugh!! How dare you!?"
Aoi was enraged.
That was a gift from that person.
That was her most precious gift. How dare this person!
An unknown force entered Aoi's body, and her body was like a wildly growing tree. While her limbs twisted, she became several times thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few blink of an eye, she had already become three or four times her original size.
Standing in the middle of the street, she made the street look like an under-sized alley.
Not only that, fangs grew out of her mouth that was slightly opened and roared because of anger just like a wild beast.
The moment he saw the fangs, Satoru knew that Aoi was related to Kirigakure's serial murder case.
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