end ninja world

Chapter 403 Arrogance
After getting angry, Hanzo sat on the bed and breathed a little heavily. Coupled with the reason of the breathing mask, it sounded like the sound of a bellows being pulled.

boring.

with pressure.

He was indeed old, with silver-white hair and many age spots on his loose skin.

But he refused to accept the old.

He used to be a 'half god' in the ninja world, even if he was old, he was not an existence that those ignorant juniors could easily defeat.

He thought of the stubborn boy yesterday.

He couldn't forget that look.

There was even a mouthful of bloody phlegm spit on the collar.

Call ~
Breathing is dull like thunder.

Hanzo supported the head of the bed and slowly stood up straight.

It's different from sitting on the wealth of the rain country.

Hanzo's bedroom seemed extraordinarily simple, without any luxuries, only a simple soft bed, a table, and a box.

The table was also broken.

The old man walked up to the box, breathing a little stuffy, and stared at the box in silence for a while.

Then he bent down, clasped the mechanism of the box with one hand, and exerted a little force.

click -

The mechanism snaps into place, then releases.

The lid of the box was lifted.

The box that Hanzo regards as a treasure does not contain some amazing wealth imagined by outsiders. For Hanzo, money has long been meaningless.

Inside the box was a pair of heavy ancient armor.

Similar to the armor worn by ninjas during the Sengoku period before the Ninja Village era, the armor pages made of fine steel reflect light slightly under the candlelight of the warm pavilion.

Hanzo is a man who has lived through an era.

The last few symbols belonging to that era survive to this day, still shining throughout the world of ninjas.

Hanzo stared at the armor slightly startled.

Although it has been ten years since I personally wore it in battle, this pair of armor that has gone through decades of time is still shining like new, without any dust.

"Old friend."

"I'm going to use you again."

Hanzo reached out and grabbed the heavy armor.

The slack muscles of the arms bulge slightly, showing the weight of the armor.

then.

wow-

directly on the body.

Samurai armor in the traditional sense is different from the advanced and lightweight ninja uniform material.

Although it is not as strong as armor, the ninja uniform also has a certain tear resistance, which can reduce the damage received by the ninja at a critical time. More importantly, it is very light and easy to hide.

Survival of the fittest.

And the way of wearing the armor is extremely cumbersome.

A servant is often required to assist.

But Hanzo doesn't need it.

The old man was already too familiar with this pair of armor, and his fingers were clasped on each mechanism to protect every joint in place.

click -

Organ bite.

Wristbands are neatly worn.

The tough hemp rope around the waist tied the armor and fitted the body closely, so that the heavy main body would not become a burden in the fierce battle.

"Ok?"

Suddenly Hanzo's fingers paused slightly.

Call ~
He let out a sigh of relief.

His pale cheeks glowed red under the candlelight.

It looks like excitement.

The heart that was already barely beating was reinfused with vitality, and the blood began to boil.

This is Hanzo's state at the moment.

There was no mirror in Hanzo's warm pavilion, and the old man didn't need such decorations.

But Hanzo didn't need to look back to know that a guest had arrived.

"I didn't think it was you"

Hanzo didn't turn his head.

He just moved his neck slightly and made a clicking sound.

Then put the breastplate on the chest on it.

The movement of the hands continued, wearing his heavy armor.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this cumbersome step that it was eliminated by the ninjas.

The same is true for people.

click -

The organ killed him.

Breastplate reflects light.

Before candlelight.

A slightly swaying figure was cast on the paper window of the Nuan Pavilion.

Like a poisonous snake, it slowly raised its head.

This is the posture of the poisonous snake before attacking.

Interplay of light and shadow.

"Konoha wants to annex Yuyin Village?"

Hanzo squinted his eyes slightly.

If there is a mirror, you can see Dashemaru's cheek appearing behind him, two steps away, waiting quietly.

Not even the sound of breathing.

It's a little creepy.

"Yanyinren Village and Sand Yinren Village will not agree."

The Land of Rain is located in the most important buffer zone at the junction of the three countries.

No matter who wants to occupy this piece of land, it will inevitably cause a strong reaction from the other two parties.

Because once the Kingdom of Rain falls, it is equivalent to exposing the door of the house to the enemy.

"The third ninja war just ended."

Hanzo made another reminder.

Konoha had just been besieged by the four kingdoms, all because of too much limelight, and now that the war has just ended, it is impatient to expand its power.

I am afraid that the next four-nation siege will not be far away.

Hanzo seems to be dissuading, but also a threat.

Maybe he felt his eyes and understood the meaning of Hanzo's words.

Orochimaru stretched out his long tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, and laughed sinisterly a few times, causing the temperature in the room to drop a bit.

"I don't represent Konoha."

Hoarseness.

"Ok?"

The movements of Hanzo's hands paused slightly, his gray eyebrows raised slightly.

Immediately squeezed the last mechanism.

click -

"I can't think of anything other than Hiruzaru Sarutobi."

"Who else can please you."

Hanzo finally bent down and picked up his famous weapon from the bottom of the box.

An incomparably heavy flying chain knife swung over a thousand catties in the hands of Hanzo, who was gradually approaching his twilight, and once chopped off the young Jiraiya with a single knife.

Now it is in his hands again.

slam-la-

The heavy iron chain made a depressing sound.

Hanzo finally dressed neatly, turned around with the flying chain knife in his hand.

His dim eyes locked on the tall and thin man behind him.

The pupils shrank slightly.

"Orochimaru."

The years seem to be unable to reflect on him.

Orochimaru overlapped perfectly with the shadow of the young man Hanzo once remembered.

Ten years have passed.

He is old.

But Orochimaru is still in his 20s.

Facing Hanzo's question, Orochimaru slightly showed a cold smile. The conversation between the two seemed to be very harmonious, just like between two friends who have been friends for a long time. It can't be seen that there was any old grudge.

Orochimaru may have forgotten the shame of more than ten years ago.

Three budding youngsters had their heads broken at the hands of this old guy.

"Entrusted by others, loyal to others."

"Hanzo."

Orochimaru looked at the old man in front of him calmly.

Snakes never forget hatred.

but.
The decaying old man in front of him is no longer worthy of letting him finish him by himself, compared with Hanzo, who refuses to accept his old age and has a high fighting spirit.

Orochimaru no longer took him seriously.

A figure is reflected in the golden vertical pupils.

"I don't want to bother trying to kill you."

"so."

"I've been talking nonsense to you for so long."

Orochimaru, who used to be humble and polite, seems to have gone forever. Perhaps the competition for the Fourth Hokage has changed him. Now Orochimaru no longer needs to pretend his character, and his words have gradually brought a sharp edge.

There is even some arrogance.

The tone is calm.

"you"

Indifferent eyes.

Pointing to Hanzo's cheek, the fingertips almost touched the tip of Hanzo's nose.

"Just sit here obediently and wait for it to end."

Hanzo's face suddenly turned red, his blood surged, his silver-white hair fluttered, and he tightly held the flying chain knife with his palm like withered bark, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out and made a crackling sound.

"Will suffice."

(End of this chapter)