Chapter 91: The fox's mind! Wu Mo's self-imagination leads to collapse!
"Indeed!"
"Just as the rumors say! The women of the Uchiha Clan are all rare beauties!"
"To possess such charm at such a young age is truly remarkable!"
"If a few more years pass, she will definitely be able to contend with the most famous courtesans in the Daimyo's city!"
"What a pity!"
"Brat! Your Ninja path! Your life!"
"Ends here!"
Looking at the now unconscious Uchiha Mikoto, Muma's tone was filled with emotion.
However, a Jonin like Muma, who had experienced countless life-or-death missions, wouldn't be swayed by Uchiha Mikoto in her current state.
After muttering to himself, the Ninja blade in Muma's hand slowly descended towards Uchiha Mikoto.
"Hey!"
"You scoundrel from the Grass Ninja Village!"
"What do you think you're doing to my beautiful, gentle, and adorable comrade!"
At the critical moment when the blade was about to fall, Fujiwara Tetsuya appeared behind Muma in a flash.
The chilling kirimaru was pressed against Muma's waist.
"A Konoha brat?"
"One after another! All of them are troublesome fellows!"
Feeling the blade at his waist, Muma's movements paused.
His expression changed for a moment, then darkened again.
"No! That sentence should be said by me!"
"A bunch of trash from the Land of Grass! Instead of staying in the Land of Grass obediently,"
"You dare to come to our Land of Fire! To the place protected by our Konoha to cause trouble!"
"You Grass Ninja really have some nerve!"
"Alright! Mr. Grass Ninja! I advise you to drop the Ninja tool in your hand!"
"After all, if I'm not careful, if my hand shakes,"
"It might cause you to lose your happiness for the rest of your life!"
His peripheral vision caught Uchiha Mikoto on the ground, and a look of heartache flashed in Fujiwara Tetsuya's eyes.
However, the moment he looked up, that feeling had been replaced by endless killing intent.
If he hadn't been afraid of Muma harming Uchiha Mikoto, he would have already fought with all his might to tear Muma to pieces.
"Konoha brat! You don't need to threaten me!"
"You're still a bit lacking to play mind games with me!"
"If I drop my Ninja blade, the best outcome would only be to be locked in Konoha's prison."
"And die of old age there!"
"That kind of ending, is not what I, Lord Muma, desire!"
"If you don't want your comrade to be harmed,"
"I advise you to step back a little!"
"I can guarantee that I will return to the Grass Ninja Village immediately and will never trouble you again!"
Neither Fujiwara Tetsuya nor Muma were fools.
Both were very clear about the current situation.
Whoever made the first concession would lose the initiative and fall into an absolutely passive situation.
"It seems we can't talk it out!"
"Alright then!"
"I'll change the terms! We'll both drop our Ninja tools at the same time!"
"Mr. Grass Ninja will leave immediately and won't be in any life-threatening danger!"
"I can also guarantee my comrade's life!"
"I advise Mr. Grass Ninja to agree to my request and not try to negotiate for more terms!"
"After all, the day we became Ninja, we all made the decision to sacrifice ourselves at any time!"
Amidst the low voice, kirimaru in Fujiwara Tetsuya's hand advanced a few more millimeters.
"Alright! Alright!"
"What a troublesome brat!"
"I agree to your terms!"
"How about I count to three, and we both drop our Ninja blades together?"
Feeling the stinging sensation at his waist, Muma cursed twice inwardly.
He had no choice but to agree to Fujiwara Tetsuya's proposal.
"Alright then! We'll follow Mr. Grass Ninja's method!"
"Then I'll start counting!"
"One"
"Two"
"Three..."
At this moment, if there were any bystander here, they would probably Can't help it curse under their breath.
One big fox, one small fox!
The moment they feigned letting go, Fujiwara Tetsuya and Muma gripped their katanas at an extremely fast speed.
As they pulled away, they simultaneously slashed at each other.
Clang!
Terrifying vibrations, accompanied by the clash of blades, continuously spread.
In terms of strength, Fujiwara Tetsuya was at a considerable disadvantage.
Although he retreated two steps, with continuous aggressive attacks, Fujiwara Tetsuya successfully forced Muma back.
He successfully protected Uchiha Mikoto behind him.
"It's you! The Konoha brat!"
After landing, Muma finally had time to carefully observe Fujiwara Tetsuya's appearance.
The moment he saw clearly, Muma couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Where are they!"
"You shouldn't be alive!"
In Muma's opinion, facing the encirclement of several Chunin and Elite Chunin, a brat of Fujiwara Tetsuya's age had no reason to survive.
Everything before him made him unable to help but feel astonished.
Could it be that Konoha's reinforcements had arrived?
In a flash of thought, Muma found a seemingly reasonable answer for all of this.
"Mr. Grass Ninja! Are you talking about those six idiots!"
"My apologies!"
"They're all dead!"
"Directly, or indirectly, they died by my hand!"
"What! Do you still want to continue fighting?"
Facing a Jonin-level strong opponent, Fujiwara Tetsuya naturally became fully alert.
The battles on Aburame Mokujin and Torune Ryoui's side had not yet ended.
Under the current circumstances, Muma and those four Chunin absolutely could not be allowed to converge.
"What! All dead?"
"Brat!"
"Do you think I, Lord Muma, am easily bluffed?"
"How could a mere brat like you achieve something of that magnitude!"
Upon learning of his comrades' deaths, Muma's eyes grew increasingly gloomy and furious.
Thirty-seven Genin!
Now, six Chunin and Elite Chunin had also been lost!
And among these Chunin, some were even related to other Jonin!
With such heavy casualties, even if he managed to return alive, he would inevitably be held accountable by the Village.
Perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, he would be assigned a high-difficulty mission by the Village's higher-ups and accidentally die during its execution.
Losing one Jonin's life to secure the loyalty of several other Jonin—from the perspective of the higher-ups, it was an incredibly cost-effective deal.
Should I choose to defect?
I never thought that I, Lord Muma, would have to consider such a thing!
Regardless of Muma's psychological struggle, Fujiwara Tetsuya had already used this gap to create a clone and escape with Uchiha Mikoto.
"Brat! It's you! It's all of you!"
"It's all because of you that Lord Muma has come to this!"
"I want you dead! All of you deserve to die!"
To Fujiwara Tetsuya's surprise, Muma, like a mad dog, suddenly let out a roar and charged at Fujiwara Tetsuya.
"Grass Shadow Style: Flowing Water!"
A swift flash of a blade grazed Fujiwara Tetsuya's nose.
Fortunately, Fujiwara Tetsuya timely brought kirimaru across his chest, blocking Muma's next attack.
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