Just like in the ninja world, there are rebellious ninjas who wander the world without a fixed abode, and there is another kind of person who does the same.

Ronin.

These samurai with swords were once samurai under the daimyo, killing for honor.

But the end of the Warring States Period also brought the end of the samurai era.

The establishment of the five major villages and the five major kingdoms marked the beginning of the era of ninjas.

In the past, during the Warring States Period, the ninja clan gathered in small groups and accepted employment from any employer. They competed and fought fiercely with each other.

The samurai group can also attach itself to the daimyo, serve them, and help manage the country.

With the establishment of the Ninja Village Group, the daimyo had to assist the Ninja Village to fight against other countries. The direct consequence was that the samurai lost their most important role, that is, the violent group that manages the country.

On the frontal battlefield, the daimyo abandoned the samurai, and the outcome of the war was decided by the ninja group.

This meant that a large number of lower-level samurai lost their jobs.

This situation reached its peak during the First Ninja War.

Due to the death of the first Hokage Senju Hashirama, the peace agreement signed by the five major villages collapsed. For resources, land, population and everything they desired, the remaining four major villages set their sights on Konoha.

The tragic first ninja war broke out, and all the second generation heads of the five major villages were killed.

What is left is not only devastation but also hatred.

In this war, various small countries since the Warring States Period were destroyed one after another and became part of the five major countries' respective territories.

The destruction of a large number of small countries caused the exile of samurai to reach its peak.

Some of the wandering samurai went to the Iron Kingdom, while more could only continue their wandering life in confusion. Most of them turned into professional bandits.

Live by robbing and killing.

Occasionally, he would accept employment like the ninjas of the Warring States Period, whether it was as a caravan guard or something else.

At this time, these ronin accepted a commission from the ninja.

Although they hate ninjas, they don't hate money.

At about two o'clock in the middle of the night, everyone in the camp was already asleep. In the sentry post where the brazier was burning, the ronin warrior with the sword kept dozing.

This ghost place is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is halfway up the mountain and suspended on three sides. There is only one trail into the mountain. Even if a ninja attacks it, it will take a lot of effort.

There was no unexpected incident in fishing all year round, and the Ronin samurai was already fast asleep before he knew it.

At this time, a black-footed and naked dragonfly landed silently on the warrior's bun.

About a few seconds later, an explosion suddenly sounded.

All the life force was squeezed out in an instant, combined with the weak mental power and converted into chakra. The dragonfly was dead before the detonation technique was activated.

A dazzling fire exploded.

In the explosion, the samurai was killed in his sleep.

More explosions followed.

Like raindrops, Xia Chizu swooped down into the air.

Brilliant meteor-like fireworks bloomed one after another.

Explosions, screams, and panicked shouts mixed together like a pot of boiling water.

It burned like hell, and black smoke rose into the sky.

The awakened warriors ran around the camp in a panic, and within a moment they were hit by an oncoming meteor, turning into a burning ball of fire.

The entire camp is surrounded by swarms of insects, with nowhere to escape.

Until the last human voices stopped, the flames burned in the flying snow, the moonlight shone coldly, the smoke pillars swayed upward, the icy wind swept past, and the incomplete blood-stained clothes were fluttering feebly in the wind.

The remaining insect swarms flapped their wings and disappeared into the darkness.

Only the ruins and corpses spoke silently of horror.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, the ninja who put down the telescope looked ugly and turned pale.

But the face is too dark to tell.

What the **** is this technique?

Due to the far distance, only a faint stream of light like stardust could be seen flying by, followed by the explosion of fire.

And this kind of streamer is everywhere in the sky!

"The situation is wrong, those guys are all dead." A ninja said.

This is a standard four-person team, led by a Jonin and three Genin.

"Inform the past, Konoha has sent a large force, retreat!" the leading jounin gave the order directly.

Then the young genin sounded the signal flare.

"Let's go!" The rich experience caused an uneasy premonition to arise in the Jonin's heart.

Because this is the first time this has happened.

For a ninja, the first time the information is unknown means it is extremely deadly.

"But, gather."

"Ignore them! Retreat each other!"

The captains of the other three classes are also excellent jounin and know what to do at the moment.

If a large force attacks, run away before the encirclement is completed.

As long as they don't get caught, it's easy to say that the village isn't ready for war yet.

But, can you run away?

The four of them were running silently through the mountains. At this moment, the corner of Kumogakure's eyes twitched and he noticed a stream of light falling far behind him.

Found!

While his mind was still thinking, his whole body took the lead in taking action. He stopped and turned around, and a kunai shot out, accurately piercing the stream of light and disappearing far into the mountain stream.

We must leave in another direction.

Just as he was thinking about this, more streams of light flew quickly from a distance, flapping their wings from a distance and watching with eagerness.

"It's a dragonfly! Captain!"

"Stop, we can't run away anymore, prepare to fight." After saying this, Kumogakure's ninjas drew out their weapons.

What kind of guy will we face?

Hope it's not a monster.

Even though he had been through many battles, Kumogakure Jounin still couldn't help but feel nervous.

Because I really don’t know how long my good luck will last.

"Lay a trap!"

"learn!"

After what felt like a short but long period of intense preparation and waiting before the battle, a figure slowly appeared at the end of the mountain trail carrying the falling fine snow.

coming!

She looked like a young girl, wearing a pure white hooded robe, which seemed to blend in with the white snow. She walked slowly and temporarily, and an invisible heavy pressure hit her heart.

Only one person?

Kumogakure Jōnin's eyes were full of gloom.

Kumogakure Jōnin knew what this meant.

The worst unfolds.

The next moment, dragonflies fluttering their wings swooped down quickly.

"Get out of the way!" Kumogakure Jōnin, who had already seen it, reminded loudly.

But it's not that easy to get out of the way.

Almost instantly, the three genin who each made dodge movements turned into exploding fireworks in the eyes of Kumogakure Jonin.

The pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead under the firelight, and then expanded again.

The steel wire detonation trap previously arranged was completely in vain. The dense steel wire mesh was hidden and difficult to detect against the white snow background.

Even so, these terrifying bugs still deftly passed through the airtight mesh gaps and directly attacked the ninja.

It is even more incredible than the incredible shuriken swordsmanship of the Uchiha clan.

Dragonfly, such an inconspicuous little guy, can it be so scary?

The detonating talisman deployed by one's own side then exploded.

Crouching on the faintly trembling mountain wall, accompanied by the fire and flying snow, the Kumogakure ninja solemnly drew out the long sword on his back.

On the other side, the masked ANBU girl also drew her sword.

A strange purple color covered the blade.

Wait for the explosion to explode for a while, and decide after life or death.

On the top of the snow mountain, fine snow began to roll down.

The wind howled through the snow.