"You... Cough cough! Retches~" Vomiting a mouthful of black blood, Black Light Raishi said intermittently.
"What... jutsu... did you use..."
Musashi: "You actually don't recognize this jutsu?"
Although the Eight Gates Released Formation was rare, the higher-ups of various countries wouldn't be unaware of it. He thought a physically strong person like Black Light Raishi should know.
"I... since birth... have always... only had missions."
Musashi suddenly understood.
However, he didn't answer the opponent's question immediately.
"As the winner, I should be the one asking you questions."
"If you tell me the answers I want to know, I'll tell you the answer to your question."
Black Light Raishi said weakly: "Heh... makes sense... what... what do you want to ask?"
Musashi asked the most important question: "How many people like you are there in the Land of Lightning?"
"...Those still alive... two..."
"Two, huh..." Musashi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
If the Land of Lightning had many people like Black Light Raishi, it would be truly terrifying.
"Second question, how did you cultivate to this level?"
"Are the remaining two as strong as you?"
Black Light Raishi said: "We... were selected by the Daimyo since childhood."
"Sent to... an undersea base managed by Cloud Shinobi and the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning."
"Deep under the sea, there is a black... undersea cave with thunder."
"We... everyone... have been tempering inside... since birth."
"There is a chance to become... a death warrior with a tyrannical body like me..."
"The price is... not living past fifteen..."
"The other two are similar to me... one is by the Monarch's side, one is at... the Bounty Station..."
Musashi was shocked.
"Not live past fifteen?! How old are you?"
"I... eight... eight and a half..."
Musashi: "..."
A long silence.
After a while, he asked: "How many people can survive?"
Black Light Raishi's eyes, gradually closing and opening, held a look of reminiscence.
"Back then... there were probably... a thousand... four survived, after Black Light Rai died suddenly... only the three of us are still alive."
Musashi narrowed his eyes.
Out of a thousand selected children, only three could survive, just for a few weapons with short lifespans.
The cruelty of the ninja world was always refreshing his cognition.
At this moment, he imprinted the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning deeply in his heart.
Looking at Black Light Raishi who seemed about to lose consciousness, he lost interest in asking further.
"Alright, you can ask your question now."
Hearing this, Black Light Raishi's eyes, which were almost closed, opened abruptly.
"Tell me! Your... name! And... that jutsu... the name of the jutsu."
Musashi looked at the other party and said: "My name is Musashi Ryomiya."
"The name of the jutsu..."
"Eight Gates Released Formation!"
"In Konoha, there is another person who knows the same jutsu, stronger than me."
"Musashi Ryomiya... Eight Gates Released Formation..."
Black Light Raishi's voice finally became inaudible.
"The ninja world... is very big..."
The light in his eyes disappeared.
Musashi stood there, silent for a long time.
"Musashi, are you okay?" Kakashi endured his injuries and came to Musashi's side, and the latter came back to his senses.
"Oh, I'm fine."
Kakashi looked at the dead enemy on the ground, a sigh flashing in his eyes.
"How to deal with him?"
"Burn him."
Kakashi had no objection.
Flames rose.
Flesh and sin seemed to turn into blue smoke under the flames.
Dissipating with the wind.
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"Kakashi Sensei!!" 3.
"Big Bro Musashi!"
"Boss!!!"
"Senior Musashi!"
"Musashi-kun!"
At Tazuna's house, when the two were brought back home by Kakashi's Shadow Clone, it instantly alarmed Tsunami and the three Genin inside the house.
Naruto rushed to Musashi immediately, his face full of anxiety.
"Boss! What happened! Why are you injured?"
"Naruto, I'm okay, Senior Kakashi is injured more seriously, I'm just a little exhausted."
"Boss! Did you encounter enemies?"
"Who could injure both you and Senior Kakashi!?"
"Mn, fell into an enemy trap, it's fine now." Musashi didn't want to explain too much to them.
Put on the bed by the Shadow Clone, the pain all over his body made him grimace.
It felt like every muscle in his body was howling.
"Naruto, prepare some porridge for us for dinner, it's easier," Musashi instructed.
However, Naruto was still worried.
He circled around him for a long time until he confirmed that apart from the injury on his hand, there were no other serious external injuries, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Alright, Naruto, I'm fine here."
"Go check on Senior Kakashi, don't forget the porridge!"
"Don't worry, Boss! You just lie down properly, leave everything to me!"
At dinner, both Musashi and Kakashi ate in bed.
Kakashi was taken care of by Sakura.
On Musashi's side, both Naruto and Sasuke wanted to take care of him personally.
"Naruto, you are clumsy, let me take care of Big Bro Musashi!"
"Sasuke! What joke are you telling! Taking care of Boss, of course, it's me!"
"I'm afraid you are clumsy and burn Big Bro Musashi, what then?"
"Bullshit! I let the porridge cool down!"
"How about..." Sasuke looked at the somewhat rogue Naruto and finally compromised: "We take turns taking care of him?"
"Take turns?" Naruto was also somewhat moved. In this way, they could take good care of Boss, and both could rest.
However, both of their ideas fell through.
"You two children, how can you take care of people!"
"Leave it to me."
Looking at Tsunami who brought over the porridge bowl, the two looked at each other and felt unable to refute.
Finally, they could only let Tsunami take care of him.
After all, she was an adult and a woman, more careful.
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"Musashi-kun? Is it hot?"
"Just right."
"How does it taste?"
"Very good."
"That's good, eat a little more."
Inside the bedroom.
Musashi lay leaning against the pillow, Tsunami holding a bowl of porridge, feeding him thoughtfully.
"You are too polite, Miss Tsunami. Actually, I can do it myself." Musashi ate two mouthfuls, feeling it was still too awkward.
Today, Tsunami was wearing a cool dark blue knee-length sleeveless gauze dress.
Looking still young, she sat gently by the bed.
A faint fragrance mixed with the smell of sunshine and waves gently drifted into his nose, like a feather spinning around.
Making him unable to resist turning his head to look.
The skin on her face was wheat-colored but had a delicate and moist luster.
...
Musashi lowered his gaze like he was electrocuted.
Then...
Miss Tsunami.
Really lives up to her name.
Very beautiful~