met free Chapter 115: Can I stop running?
Chapter 115: Can I stop running?
"If this fierce swordsmanship were to fall into the hands of a wicked and vicious person, and they were to use it to commit murder, plunder, and wreak havoc throughout the ninja world, wouldn't that cause even more innocent casualties and create endless trouble?"
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, Senju Tsuru's pupils contracted slightly, and he instantly realized what was happening, his hesitation vanishing in an instant.
Senju Tsuru nodded emphatically, deeply agreeing: "The immortal's words are wise! I was only thinking about the inheritance of swordsmanship, and I overlooked this fatal hidden danger!"
Without further hesitation, Senju Crane grabbed the large sword beside him, stepped forward to the stone wall, and began to sharpen the blade with all his might.
Amidst the flying stone chips, the knife marks on the stone wall were gradually smoothed out. In just a short while, the entire stone wall was polished clean, smooth, and flat, with no trace of knife work remaining.
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"I want to try it next year."
After leaving the cave, Senju Crane suddenly spoke.
The black Zetsu in his palm suddenly froze, its dark brows furrowing slightly as it asked in confusion, "What do you mean? What do you want to test?"
"With this sword technique at my disposal, and with you, Black Zetsu Immortal, assisting me, if I were given another year to grow, I might be qualified to take over the position of Thousand Hands Clan Chief."
Senju Tsuru turned her head to the side, a confident smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future.
"hehe...."
Black Zetsu couldn't help but chuckle softly upon hearing this, his dark silhouette swaying slightly. His tone was gentle yet carried the confidence of someone with experience: "You're still too young and too impatient."
"Take it slow. To gain the respect of the people and secure the position of clan leader, it will take at least a few years of experience."
"You have only recently embarked on the path of cultivation, and your foundation is still shallow. If you rashly try to compete for the position of clan leader, the elders and clan members will certainly not be convinced by you."
"The immortal's words make sense!"
Senju Tsuru nodded heavily, her anxiety instantly subsiding, and she completely believed Black Zetsu's words.
"Alright, stop overthinking it. Let's get moving and return to the front lines as soon as possible."
Black Zetsu then spoke.
Just as the two lifted their feet to set off, Black Zetsu, who was attached to the palm of the Thousand Hands Crane, suddenly changed his expression!
"What the hell?!"
His dark eyebrows tightened instantly, and his extraordinary perception spread out like a tide, clearly capturing the movements several miles away.
A large ninja team is rushing towards Falling Fox Cliff. The chakra aura emanating from them clearly belongs to the Hagoromo clan!
They're moving so fast they'll probably get here very soon!
"Disaster! Crane!"
Black Zetsu suddenly spoke, his tone urgent and solemn.
"I sense a group of Feathered Clan members approaching from afar!"
"what?"
Senju Tsuru was startled at first, standing frozen in place. The next second, her expression changed slightly: "Sage! Something's not right! Why would the Hagoromo clan come to a place like this?"
Senju couldn't help but feel a pang of panic. If it were just a few scattered Hagoromo ninjas, he could hold his own with his newly learned swordsmanship. But against a complete team, he was no match for their numbers with his current strength.
Such was the ninja world of this era: no matter how powerful a ninja was, they couldn't withstand a human wave tactic. Only ninjas with bloodline limits or special secret techniques could barely contend against a numerical advantage.
"I don't know the reason either."
Black Zetsu's voice grew increasingly low, filled with bewilderment.
"According to the original battle plan, the Hagoromo clan should have cooperated with the Uchiha to attack the Senju main force from the north and south. They should never have come to the Fox Cliff, which has no strategic value."
"What... what should I do? I can't beat all of them!"
Senju Tsuru gripped the large sword in his hand and frowned.
Black Zetsu remained calm, speaking with unwavering confidence: "What's the panic? With me here, how could I let you get into danger? Let's take another route!"
Black Zetsu immediately pointed out the direction, his voice steady: "The Feathered Robe Clan is coming from ahead, we must immediately flee in the opposite direction!"
"good!"
Seeing Black Zetsu's confident demeanor, Senju Tsuru's panicked heart calmed down considerably.
During his time with Black Zetsu, this mysterious immortal gave him a great sense of security.
He dared not delay for a moment and immediately followed the direction indicated by Black Zetsu, fleeing quickly towards the mountains and forests opposite to the direction of the Feathered Robe group.
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The Uchiha clan's army marched forward in a grand procession.
At the front of the group, Elder Uchiha turned to look at Uchiha Sa beside him: "Clan leader, the Fallen Fox Cliff is just ahead."
"Just keep going straight and you'll reach the designated location in no time. I just contacted the Feathered Clan, and they will arrive here at the same time."
Uchiha Sa raised her crimson Sharingan towards the direction of Fallen Fox Cliff, her gaze icy, and nodded slightly, ordering: "In that case, speed up and get to Fallen Fox Cliff as soon as possible."
"We will first discuss the matter with the Hagoromo clan and then finalize the specific plan for the surprise attack on Senju."
"Yes, sir!" Elder Uchiha responded respectfully and immediately raised his voice to order the team to speed up their advance.
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On the other side of the mountain forest, Senju Tsuru gripped her large sword and staggered as she ran wildly in the direction Black Zetsu had indicated.
The traces of the Feathered Clan behind him were getting farther and farther away, but just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Black Zetsu in his palm suddenly stiffened!
"Holy crap!? What's going on?!"
Black Zetsu couldn't help but whisper a shout.
Senjutsu Tsuru abruptly stopped, turning to look at Black Zetsu in her palm with a panicked expression, asking, "Sage, what's wrong? What happened?"
Black Zetsu's voice was heavy, like a stone had fallen on it, his tone filled with disbelief and solemnity: "The Uchiha clan's forces are also heading towards Fallen Fox Cliff!"
"What?!"
Senju Tsuru's face turned deathly pale, even more so than when he had encountered the Hagoromo clan earlier. He staggered back a step, his back slamming hard against an old tree, feeling the world spin around him.
With the Hagoromo clan pursuing them from behind and the Uchiha forces blocking their way from the front, they were caught in a pincer movement and were in dire straits!
"Could it be...could it be that this isn't Falling Fox Cliff at all, but Falling Crane Cliff? Was it waiting specifically for me?"
Looking at the desperate situation where she was surrounded, Senju Tsuru couldn't help but smile bitterly and mutter to herself, her tone full of helplessness and self-mockery.
Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu's dark lips twitched slightly, and a hint of suppressed laughter flashed in his eyes. He was almost amused by this nonsensical statement.
"What kind of time is this to be spouting such nonsense!"
Black Zetsu immediately suppressed his smile and reprimanded in a deep voice, "The more desperate the situation, the calmer you must be! Panic solves nothing!"
He thought to himself: He had nothing to be afraid of. He wouldn't die and could rely on White Zetsu to cover him. Even if he was surrounded, he could escape at any time with his Mayfly Technique.
Even though there's no one around right now, as long as he gives the order, countless White Zetsu will immediately emerge from the soil.
But he couldn't abandon Thousand-Handed Crane, not only because this was the test target of the reincarnation of Ashura, but also because he couldn't bear to see this young man, whose fighting spirit had just been ignited, perish here.
Thousand-handed Crane seemed to have completely given up the struggle.
He loosened his grip on the broadsword, plopped down on the ground, spread his arms wide, looking like he had been captured, his tone full of relief and helplessness.
"Sigh, sage, so be it. Meeting you is already my greatest fortune. At least this period of time allowed me to truly experience what it's like to be a ninja, and it was worth it."
"I can't help it," Senju Tsuru said helplessly.
This nonchalant attitude made Black Zetsu's expression tighten again, and he rolled his eyes inwardly in exasperation.
This is Senju Crane's traditional skill. Before he came, he was always slacking off. Now that he's in dire straits, he's back to his old ways.
The worse the situation gets, the more he tries to sabotage it; the more he sabotages it, the worse the situation gets—a vicious cycle.
"Stay calm! I'm here, keep trying to find a way to run!"
Black Zetsu quickly said.
Senju Tsuru gave a wry smile: "My sage, can I please stop running?"