Chương 79: Let's Dance

With excited, bloodthirsty, and cruel smiles, the entire Kaguya clan stopped fighting and scrutinized Yura. For them, fighting was a happy thing; the meaning of life was the death of their clansmen, which they did not care about.

Jieluo looked at some shivering villagers in the village. They were barely clothed, covered in wounds and numb. They were slaves of the Bamboo Cutter Clan.

Nakamaro's face was expressionless and cold. Compared to his clansmen, he showed no excitement. Beneath his beady eyebrows, his green eyes looked at the approaching Jieluo. Jieluo was a thin man, and under the knife-like gaze of Jieluo's scarlet eyes, his skin broke out in goosebumps.

Heart Sword.

In the past, Jieluo needed to attract the attention of others and thus gain their recognition by making a sound or other means.

Now that he has mastered the Heart Sword, Jieluo only needs to observe.

"What pure killing intent..." Taketori Nakamaro said coldly, "Kirigakure, finally a worthy opponent has arrived. State your name, ninja."

"Jieluo," Jieluo said.

"Tankori Nakamaro," Nakamaro said.

This is a battle to the death. If they win, the Bamboo Clan will be able to rest easy; if they lose, their future will be uncertain.

Jie Luo smiled faintly and said, "Your clan is truly a fine blade."

"" Nakamaro's eyes flickered slightly.

The man before me, who was catching bamboo, was quite handsome. He had white hair parted in the middle and naturally draped over his shoulders, and he held a soft whip in his hand.

This is a whip sword formed from one's own spine. Due to the whip tip effect, its destructive power is extremely astonishing. The speed of the whip tip can break through the supersonic speed, which is also a technique that Jieluo often uses in his swordsmanship.

"I thought you would be an extremely crazy man," Jie Luo said with a light smile, reaching out and putting the mask on her head.

The Heart-Type Mask is made from the heart of the Senju clan. Its attributes are water, fire, and wind. Jieluo made it into a water-attribute heart mask. The style is Nuo mask. The overall color is blue-green, which is eye-catching but not frivolous. It is solemn and mysterious. The eyes are like copper bells, the mouth shows fangs, and the head has special horns, giving people a sense of ferocity and fear.

A heart-shaped mask is a very peculiar thing.

It is essentially an external chakra generator, which can effectively increase the total amount of chakra of Yura. Although it is an unfinished product and does not have enough reverse hair tentacles to support the heart nature to act alone, it can still exert some effect.

Heart-type masks do not have independent thought, but they can be remotely sensed by Yura. The distance of the sensing depends on Yura's perception range. Apart from the ability to sense negative emotions, Yura's perception range is not large, so heart-type masks cannot stray too far from him. For example, Kakuzu's heart-type mask can basically not leave his side.

The one on his head, Jieluo called him "General of the Sea".

Although it's weird to wear your heart on your head, as a monster, you shouldn't worry about such details.

Everyone stopped fighting and looked towards the center of the battlefield.

"Don't you think I'm crazy?" Taketori no Nakamaro asked.

"I've seen real madmen," Jieluo said.

"A wise man like you, who knew you were no match but led your entire clan to retreat from the Ninja World Continent, can hardly be called a madman."

"I see... Ah..." Nakamaro's muscles tensed as he stared intently at Yura.

"The only thing you didn't consider is that even if we flee overseas to avoid the war, there's nowhere left for any clan in the entire ninja world. Now, trying to lead the clan out of the Land of Water is impossible under the blockade of the Hidden Mist's seas," Yura said.

"Wise as you are, you know what this means, right?"

Before the clan chief could even speak, his men had already started shouting and clamoring.

"If you want war, then let's fight! Come on, you Kirigakure bastards! The Kaguya clan has no fear of death!"

Amidst the clamor, the Hidden Mist ninjas silently gripped their swords and warily surrounded the members of the Taketori clan.

"What do you want to say?" Nakamaro asked.

Before the information about the deadly battle between Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama was revealed, Byakuren's plan was to blockade the sea and besiege a powerful ninja clan like the Taketori. The food, drink, and sanitation of a clan are a significant resource, and the Taketori clan would not be able to hold out for long before surrendering.

But the situation is different now. Byakuren hopes to accelerate the unification of Kirigakure and strengthen its overall strength in order to prepare for the First Shinobi World War. Therefore, he needs to deal with these stubborn elements quickly and decisively.

"Since it's going to come down sooner or later anyway, why don't we make a deal?" Jie Luo said with a slight smile.

"What kind of deal?" Nakamaro asked.

"Let our fates be decided by a fair and square victory," said Jieluo.

"The victor takes all, the loser eats dust."

Nakamaro stared at Yura's face for a long while, then said coldly, "What is everything? What is eating dust?"

"If you win, I will betray the village on the spot and help your entire clan escape from Wuyin," Jieluo said.

As soon as she finished speaking, the Hidden Mist ninjas couldn't help but stir. Many of them were sweating profusely. In their eyes, the Oni Princess at this moment was more like a madwoman.

"I have won. From this day forward, your entire clan will become my blade, swearing allegiance to me." Yura looked at Nakamaro and smiled faintly, "How about it? The terms are fair, aren't they?"

"Not bad," Nakamaro said.

"Fair terms are tempting."

But can we win?

Nakamaro gripped the bone sword tightly in his hand.

There was no direct answer; it seemed like he was considering it.

"This battle is probably your last," Jie Luo said with a stern smile.

"If you don't intend to let your life, which is like a candle flickering in the wind, burn brilliantly to the end, then why not just wipe out your entire clan? This is your only chance in this life."

Nakamaro's pupils contracted slightly. He no longer cared how the information about his bloodline disease was leaked. Now that their true nature had been exposed, the Kaguya clan had no other choice.

"I have one condition," Nakamaro said.

"Speak," Jieluo nodded.

"My child, you must ensure she lives to adulthood."

Do you think this place is a shelter for brats? As for Byakuren, forget about her; we have to give her face. Jieluo knows that this is the foundation for building trust.

Jieluo said, "I don't want useless brats on my side."

Nakamaro said coldly, "She has inherited my bloodline and will be a useful sword." After his death, his child also became a bloodline weapon in the clan. During the Warring States period, he rose from the position of bloodline weapon to the position of clan leader.

"Permission granted." Jieluo nodded.

"Then, let us dance." With a flick of his bone sword, Nakamaro pointed it at Yura and said, "This is the Dance of the Vine."

Do you want to dance too?

Jieluo chuckled softly and said gently, "Don't blink."

Battle is imminent.

The Kaguya clan has been in the Land of Water for almost five years now, and during this time, many ninjas from the Land of Water have experienced the Kaguya clan's swordsmanship.

Everyone knew that this was a contest of ninja swordsmanship.

Beside Jieluo, sixteen giant scythes silently rose into the air.