Chương 61: Let's break off the engagement.

"I have more swords than you." With one hand on the hilt of his sword, sixteen giant, jet-black scythes floated neatly around Yura, densely packed like menacing monsters, their blades pointed at Mito.

Jieluo nodded slightly. This little bit of chakra was enough to dye the sixteen swords.

Mito's mouth gaped slightly as she looked at the menacing sickles, so thick, hard, and numerous. She imagined they would be incredibly powerful when swung, and a moment of awkward silence fell over her.

"Hair?" Mito asked, seemingly to herself.

"Mm." Jieluo nodded.

With a shudder, Mito retracted the Kongo Lock.

There's no need to fight anymore. With so many swords, Mito doesn't have the corresponding troops to counter them. Once the Eight Vajra Seals are entangled, it's over.

"In some ways, we're quite alike," Mito said wistfully.

"I acknowledge this power."

Jieluo withdrew the earthen spear, pulled her hair back, and said, "Well then, goodbye, Mito." Turning around, Jieluo walked towards the shore, walked to Lucy's side, put the rope around Lucy's neck, and said, "Let's go, little imp~" The little demon had resigned itself to its fate. It had already shattered, so it flapped its wings and pulled Jieluo into the sky.

Mito's eyes flickered as she gazed up at Yura's figure soaring away from the sky.

"See you again."

Mito turned around and looked at the Ninja World continent on the other side of the sea.

"I have to set off too. There are some things I need to see with my own eyes."

The Land of Fire, Konoha.

A day and a night passed, and in the evening, Akitsu woke up. At first, all she could see was darkness. Then she realized that she could not move her body. She tried to struggle, but there was no movement. Her body responded with only silence. When she tried to make a sound, she soon found that even her voice was gone.

Nighttime is a quiet time; in the secluded hospital and quiet wards, there is almost no other sound.

Am I mute?

Or am I deaf?

Akitsu thought of this problem.

A female voice answered her question.

"You're awake!?" A young voice, full of surprise, immediately heard her footsteps as she got up and ran away.

It must have been the nurse who had been staying in the ward, waiting for her to wake up as soon as possible.

Soon, the chaotic footsteps approached, and since they could only be perceived by their ears, Akitsu couldn't tell how many people there were for a moment.

"You're awake! How much information do you have about that guy?!" a male voice asked urgently.

It was the voice of the Dark Division. She recognized it quite well. Was it the squad leader?

Should we ask for intelligence immediately?

Nobody cares about her personally, so are the villagers family?

Akitsu opened his mouth, but could only utter a series of difficult and painful words.

She became mute.

Realizing this, the ninjas exchanged bewildered glances. They couldn't even move their hands or write; they couldn't get any information out of them. After a long silence, one of them hesitantly said, "Should we notify the intelligence unit to perform a brain scan?"

Is it too cruel to do this to your own people?

The reading of brain information means that no secret can be kept, and personal privacy and inner thoughts will be exposed to the public eye.

Upon hearing this, boundless despair welled up in Akizu's dark eyes.

After a moment, the captain said, "I will inform Lord Tobirama."

In the Hokage's office late at night, Tobirama frowned upon learning of the situation. After much deliberation, he finally said, "Give up. She's already a cripple. Let her live the rest of her life in peace."

In the hospital ward, Akitsu lay lifelessly on the hospital bed.

I have nothing left, not even my last shred of self-respect.

I don't know how much time passed, every minute and every second was an agonizing ordeal, until a ninja suddenly appeared and said a few words.

"withdraw!"

Upon hearing this, the ninjas all breathed a sigh of relief, and finally looked at the girl lying on the hospital bed with pity.

The next second, the ninjas in the ward vanished without a trace.

What is this...?

Akizu asked himself.

Pity?

No, it was because I was abandoned by my family.

Although her eyeballs were gone, her tear ducts did not disappear; they flowed silently, wetting her pillow, and Akitsu sobbed alone in solitude.

The night felt long and agonizing until the sunlight touched his face, and the warm touch made Akitsu realize that it was dawn.

Outside the window, the villagers continued their lively activities, their peaceful clamor occasionally drifting into the ward, while she seemed to have been forgotten, alone in the boundless darkness.

No one came to visit, not a single person.

No, there should be one more person...

He should come...

Will they come?

Akizu waited anxiously.

He was a man introduced by the clan. He was also from a branch family and was a quiet and reserved person. He wasn't particularly interesting, but he was stable. I wouldn't say I was disappointed or disliked him. Akitsu was used to obeying the main family's arrangements, so he accepted this person.

It seems that whatever you think about, you will surely get a response.

The door to the ward was pushed open.

Familiar footsteps reached Akizu's ears, followed by the sound of breathing, and then a long silence.

"Akitsu, do you want to die? I can help you," the man said.

Hearing these words, Akitsu was speechless.

Seemingly unsure how to begin, and after a long silence, the man said, "Akitsu, let's break off the engagement. In your condition, you can't get married anyway."

If I say no, will you kill me?

Beneath the scarlet fox mask, Akitsu's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!

This body is unable to respond to him; it cannot even commit suicide.

Then the man left without looking back, as if he had made up his mind.

Akitsu didn't blame him, she really didn't blame him. She watched him leave, disappear forever, never to be seen again.

If it were her, she wouldn't want to marry a disabled person either.

After she went blind, she was forced to see many things clearly.

If this is your punishment for my lack of tact, then you've succeeded.

She seemed to be having some regrets.

On the clock by the bedside, time ticked by, flowing slowly.

The land of water, shrouded in mist.

As the smallest of the five great nations in terms of land area, the Land of Water is composed of many islands, many of which are not even visible on a map. It has typical island landform characteristics, mainly mountainous terrain. The islands retain different cultures and customs, and conflicts are frequent.

Few people who make a living at sea are not warlike, and they are generally superstitious, with a large number of alcoholics among them.

At this time, Jieluo was on the outskirts of the Land of Water. His main purpose was to gather some information. He could no longer swagger into the heart of the Land of Water as he had when he went to the Land of Earth.

With the little demon Gai by his side, Jie Luo sat down at a spot on the dock. The dock was filled with statues of gods, and a large number of merchant ships were setting sail from time to time.

It's not a statue of Mazu.

Jie Luo raised his hand and handed a pot of wine to a drunken old man, saying, "Uncle, I have a question for you."

"Huh?" The old sailor, sleeping among the cargo, rubbed his eyes, looked at Jieluo, and said, "What is it?" He took the wine, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Lucy curled her lip in disgust and moved away.

"What are they doing over there?" Jieluo pointed.

"Let's go back to the Ninja World Continent," the old man said.

"I heard that the Ninja World Continent has settled down, and many people who fled here because of the war can't help but want to go back."

"If I'm not mistaken, that's a ninja clan." Jieluo glanced at it.

The ninjas, who were leaping and bounding about, made no attempt to hide and busily carried their belongings onto the ship.

"Yes, the Earth Spider clan."

Jieluo said thoughtfully, "Their reasons for going back are probably different from those of the commoners."

"That's true," the old man said.

"What else could it be but chaos again on the inner island? I heard many ninjas have been drawn into it."