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"Pffft—chhh..." The sound of blades tearing through flesh suddenly erupted. A fierce-looking man stared, his eyes wide in astonishment. He quickly clutched his throat with both hands, which immediately became warm and damp. The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. He couldn't help but stagger backward several steps, his back pressing against a large tree. Blood poured from his veins as if his life depended on it, dyeing half his clothes crimson. Because a major vein had been severed by the blade, he had lost too much blood in a short time, blurring his vision, and making his mind foggy. The man couldn't help but open his mouth wide, wanting to scream hysterically. However, he could only make strange, gurgling sounds: "Hoo," "hoo," "hoo." Because his windpipe... had also been cut!
As time passed, second by second, the man could only slowly collapse to the ground, completely losing all consciousness. His bloodshot eyes were wide open, and his ferocious face bore a hint of bewilderment. He didn't know who had attacked him until the very moment of his death. If he hadn't guessed wrong... was it a kunai that cut his throat?! But who exactly had attacked him? The man had no idea. He could only take this question to hell.
In a corner not far from where the man died, Liu Chen's voice echoed in Hinata's mind: "If you want to vomit, just vomit. It's normal for the first time you kill someone, and you'll have to kill more than just one person in the future. You'll get used to it." Looking at Hinata, who was leaning on a large tree, bending over and dry heaving. Liu Chen seemed to recall his own first time killing. His reaction back then was even more violent than Hinata's. Of course, in a chaotic world, killing... it's a matter of getting used to it. At first, it might cause nausea and vomiting. After all, you don't know that feeling until you experience it. The moment you try, it instantly makes you sick. But once you get used to it, it's nothing. In the eyes of many seasoned veterans, enemy lives are like weeds, or even less significant than weeds.
After a few dry coughs, Hinata pursed her lips, forcibly suppressing her nausea. Her delicate little face was pale, but fortunately, she didn't throw up. She gritted her teeth and said, "Guardian Spirit Brother, cough, cough... I... I'm fine, just a little nervous..." Taking several deep breaths of fresh air, Hinata's heart was very complex. Because when her vacation was almost over, Liu Chen suddenly said he wanted to take her out to see the world. And then Hinata came out, bewildered. Then Liu Chen found a mountain bandit hideout, full of extremely vicious bandits, each deserving of the death penalty. He had Hinata kill them all. And after half an hour, the mountain bandit hideout was gone. Hinata had not only killed one person. She had killed a whole nest of mountain bandits... over thirty of them!
Although the relationship between the major nations in the Naruto world was currently very delicate, in a strange state of peace, the number of mountain bandits, thieves, and similar entities was very large. Generally, only Genin were qualified to take on missions to eradicate mountain bandits. And it was a B-rank mission! Although B-rank missions ranged from difficult to easy, eliminating a mountain bandit hideout was the simplest type of mission, usually something everyone scrambled to do. But no matter what, it was still a B-rank mission, and Hinata wasn't even a Genin yet. The mission classification system in the ninja world was very special. The levels were: Super S-rank, S-rank, A-rank, B-rank, C-rank, D-rank. The lowest D-rank... was helping people find cats and dogs, or helping take care of children. These were D-rank missions and involved no combat. C-rank missions also had no combat; they were just escorting people or items. If there was a comparison, it would be like ancient bodyguards. These were C-rank missions. And if there was any combat... then it had to be a B-rank mission. Even if the enemy was just a minor minion, it could barely be called a B-rank mission. In any case, missions without combat were either D-rank or C-rank, while ninja missions with combat were at least B-rank.
This meant that Hinata had killed over thirty mountain bandits in one go today. If this were a ninja mission... it could barely be considered a B-rank mission, or a mission between B-rank and C-rank. Of course, she wasn't a ninja yet, so Hinata wasn't qualified to take missions, and thus there were no mission rewards. The reason she killed these mountain bandits was simply that Liu Chen wanted to train her psychological resilience. After all, Hinata's future life would certainly not lack combat; she would have to kill people. Rather than letting the inability to kill become Hinata's weakness in the future, it was better to let her encounter death as soon as possible. The most direct method was to let her kill... and the people she killed were all extremely evil, so Liu Chen wasn't worried that Hinata would have any psychological burden. After all, that gang of mountain bandits pillaged, burned, and committed all sorts of atrocities. They truly deserved to die. Once they were dead... it was only what they deserved.
"Guardian... Guardian Spirit Brother, what should be done with these corpses...? It's the middle of summer now, a high season for bacteria growth. If they are left here, it's very likely to cause a small-scale plague," Hinata's voice trembled as she pointed to the scene of blood flowing like a river not far away. Of course, she felt little fear. Nor was she excited like a psychopath... Hinata felt more tension and panic. After all, this was her first time killing.
"Leave it to me..." Immediately after, Hinata saw Liu Chen emerge from her body. Liu Chen, existing in a special form, had preserved all his strength and abilities. Liu Chen looked at the corpses scattered before him, his face almost devoid of expression. These corpses were merely child's play to him. He had seen tens of thousands of corpses. That was what you called a true river of blood. That was what you called a true mountain of corpses and sea of blood. "Lightning Strike..."