Killing was a distant concept for Miki; in her short life, she had never considered such a problem.
But since her birth into this world, Miki had thought about this problem many times.
In the cruel Ninja World, she had no choice but to consider it.
Would she be merciless?
Would she be afraid?
Would she be disgusted?
Would she tremble?
Would she vomit?
Therefore, she wanted to experience it firsthand.
In contrast, remotely commanding bugs to kill felt too much like playing a game, lacking any real sensation.
"State your name," the Kumogakure Jonin said. He wanted to know whose hands he would die by, or who would die by his hands.
"For a dead man, that question is meaningless," Miki said. "Why don't you state your name instead?"
"Aruyi," Aruyi said, flinging off her cloak to reveal a muscular, powerful physique.
"That full-arm tattoo is impressive," Miki said. "I hear that tattooing words on one's body is Kumogakure's way of acknowledging a Shinobi's strength."
"That's right," Aruyi exhaled plumes of white mist, her muscles bulging explosively.
"The Second Raikage not only developed the famous Lightning Release Chakra Mode, but also numerous Ninjutsu Taijutsu and Kenjutsu. You're using one of them, aren't you?"
Aruyi said, "You'll see it in a moment."
"I hope it'll be somewhat interesting," Miki said, slowly stepping forward.
"I shouldn't disappoint you," Aruyi said, crouching on the mountain wall, she plunged her sword into the ground and began to form hand seals.
Immediately after, tiny golden lightning bolts erupted all over her body, rapidly twisting and converging into a long, dragon-shaped lightning bolt that coiled around her.
It was about three meters long and roughly the thickness of a finger, appearing somewhat slender.
Compared to the Shinobi's burly physique, the contrast was strangely odd.
However, what was the strange nature transformation of this abnormal golden color?
This kind of golden lightning also exists in nature.
In the swarm's perception, nearly two-thirds of the opponent's vast Chakra had been transferred into this golden dragon.
It was a technique with extremely severe consumption.
"A little interesting, is it a Lightning Clone?" Miki murmured.
The golden dragon, like a living creature, glared menacingly at Miki.
Well then, let's test it out.
Miki raised a hand, and from beneath her sleeve, a dense swarm of crimson armored bugs frantically flew out, charging towards the opponent.
In just an instant, the surrounding temperature began to rise abnormally.
Heat waves rolled, and large amounts of water vapor rose like mist.
Watching the swarm attack, Aruyi held her breath.
Konoha's bug user, the Aburame Clan? She felt different from the Aburame she had encountered before.
Standing on the mountain wall, stimulated by the Lightning Release body activation, Aruyi, relying on her strong muscles, began to sprint along the mountain wall.
Her speed was incredibly fast, darting and twisting like lightning, evading the Flamebug' attack.
Not bad. With the Flamebug' mobility, it would be difficult to catch her.
Well then, how about this?
Miki waved her hand, and Summer Red Soldiers from all directions came like a strong wind, diving one after another to collide with the Shinobi on the mountain wall.
At the same time, the golden dragon shot out from Aruyi's body, transforming into a golden light that danced wildly in the air, following Aruyi all the way, flawlessly blocking the incoming Summer Red Soldiers.
"So this is how it's resolved."
Explosions of fire continuously erupted in mid-air.
Unlike ordinary clones, this golden dragon showed extreme toughness in the explosions.
But it was merely the last gasp.
In her perception, the golden dragon's own Chakra was rapidly decreasing.
If she added another wave of Summer Red Soldiers, it would be difficult for him to even reach Miki.
For Miki, Summer Red Soldiers were expendable.
But looking at the Shinobi charging desperately, Miki did not add that last straw.
She wanted to try the feeling of killing someone with her own hands.
With a sword.
A moment later, Aruyi struggled to reach a short distance in front of Miki, her toned muscles covered in scars from the explosion's blast and air fragments.
No expression could be seen beneath the mask she wore.
Miki only smelled a resolute determination to die.
Either die or win, there was no other path.
Battles between Anbu were often this simple and unadorned.
When Aruyi reached a certain distance, Miki stopped the continuous bombardment of Summer Red Soldiers.
She didn't want to get caught in the explosion herself.
At this moment, the golden dragon fiercely shot towards Miki.
With a range of fifty meters, it reached Miki's eyes in less than half a second, almost instantly.
Miki tilted her head slightly, the electric light grazed her face and flashed past. At the same time, a sharp sword thrust towards Miki's abdomen.
It hit!
Aruyi's face lit up with joy. The sword, pushing against Miki's body, lifted her up and, with the momentum, rapidly charged forward.
After about ten meters, it stopped.
The joy had frozen beneath her mask, and only disbelief remained in her eyes.
"How weak."
A clear, cold female voice came from beside her ear.
The voice came from behind her, so what was in front of her?
Her body wanted to move, to turn her head and confirm, but her body had already lost control.
"What… what did you do?" she asked with a difficult rasp.
The girl in front of her twisted like an illusion and disappeared. Looking down, a purple sword tip had already pierced through her chest.
Excruciating pain brought him back to reality from the hallucination.
This was the true horror of the Flamebug.
Blood dripped along the blade, staining the snow and blooming into crimson flowers.
"What did I do?"
"I merely attacked the neurons."
The moment the sword pierced in, the Parasitic Minute Bugs began its work, invading the spine and devouring the spinal cord.
This required a certain level of medical knowledge and familiarity with human anatomy to perform such precise operation.
Allowing the Parasitic Minute Bugs to attack on its own would only result in it frantically attacking all surrounding cells.
Although he would still die, the opponent would be able to counterattack in his dying moments.
His pupils trembled violently, Aruyi struggled to breathe, as if drowning, and only a deep, abyssal sense of powerlessness surged through her body.
He was defeated so easily, unable to even touch a corner of this girl's clothing.
He struggled to utter words, hoarsely.
"Mon… monster…"
Miki took a step back, drew her sword, and flicked off the blood. Dots of blood splattered in a line on the snow.
Aruyi's burly figure pitched forward and fell to the ground, splashing snow.
Purple rapidly spread over her entire body, and then, nothing would be left.
And then become nourishment for the swarm.
It's over, then.
Miki sheathed her sword and slowly walked away in the wind and snow.
"Boring."
There was no mercilessness, no fear, no disgust, and no trembling.
There was only one feeling in her heart.
Sure enough, this is not the path I want to take.
Killing is not as good as dancing.
The swarm of red armored bugs flew and surged towards their master.
As she moved, it was as if she was draped in a long, blood-red cloak.
On the other side, a squad of four Shinobi ran swiftly and silently.
But the next second, a sudden line of blood bloomed in mid-air.
Instantly, the body and head separated cleanly.
The remaining three stopped in astonishment, cautiously observing their surroundings.
There was no one in sight.
"Who is it! Get out here!"
A furious roar echoed through the mountains, answered only by the howling wind.
But the very next second, another person was instantly cut into pieces.
Just like a radish, sliced into piece after piece.
Blood burst open on the spot, splattering everywhere.
At this moment, the remaining people had clearly seen the attacking weapon.
"It's thread! It's steel wire."
Taut threads dripped blood continuously under the moonlight.
Following the trajectory of the steel wire led to the attacker's position.
"He's there!"
He quickly formed hand seals to counterattack. Just as his chest swelled, preparing to attack, his head was separated from his body.
The last remaining person looked at the blood-soaked scene on the ground, her hands and feet ice cold.
Where is he?
She is in the layer.
The remaining Jonin vigilantly guarded against the killer hidden in the shadows.
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