klisemfg Chapter 631 Ask for advice
Chapter 631 Ask for advice
Only the master and apprentice were in the room, so Zhang Hai had no other concerns. He removed his ANBU mask, revealing a slightly immature yet cunning face. He walked up to Hatake Sakumo with a grin, like a child showing off a treasure.
"Teacher, I have a question for you," Zhang Hai said in a friendly tone, "What do you do with those useless prisoners...?"
Hatake Sakumo glanced at him sideways, a hint of wariness in his eyes: "What kind of scheme are you plotting now?" He knew his disciple too well; whenever this kid smiled so innocently, he must have some shocking idea in mind.
Zhang Hai had nothing to hide from his teacher, so he answered truthfully, "Well... I sparred with the person you recommended, and I have some new ideas about swordsmanship."
Upon hearing the word "sparring," Hatake Sakumo seemed to lose some of his weariness, and his eyes immediately lit up with interest. He put down the documents in his hand, straightened up, and asked, "Oh? Tell me, do you have any new ideas?"
Zhang Hai walked to Hatake Sakumo's table, brandished his wooden sword in the air, and explained, "I want to develop a sword technique that can block a person's five senses. That way, in future battles, we can achieve a perfect one-hit kill, which will be especially useful when carrying out assassinations."
Upon hearing this, Hatake Sakumo's expectant gaze instantly turned complicated. He understood Zhang Hai's meaning—this was an ultimate killing technique. This swordsmanship could kill someone without them even realizing it, leaving them unaware of how they died. His brows furrowed, and he knew that this swordsmanship was created entirely for killing, and a ruthless one at that. He felt that this swordsmanship was far too cruel, exceeding his own definition of "swordsmanship."
"What's wrong, teacher?" Zhang Hai noticed the change in Hatake Sakumo's mood and asked with some confusion, "Is something the problem?"
Sakumo Hatake's expression was somewhat grave. He put down his pen, looked intently at Zhang Hai, and asked, "What was your initial motivation for learning the sword? Was it just to... kill people?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hai paused, his smile fading as he fell into deep thought. This was a question he had never seriously considered before. Initially, he learned the sword to become stronger, to protect himself and those around him. But during the Second Shinobi World War, he witnessed countless deaths and personally ended the lives of numerous enemies. Those bloody scenes, those brutal battles, fundamentally changed his understanding of the "sword."
He thought about it carefully for a while, and finally gave a frank and cruel answer: "It wasn't originally like that." He paused, his tone becoming firm and cold, "But after experiencing the war, it is now. If I don't kill, people will kill me. It's better for the enemy to die than for me to die."
Sakumo Hatake sighed inwardly as he listened to Zhang Hai's words. He knew that Zhang Hai's reasons were reasonable, cruel, and realistic, and he couldn't refute them. War could indeed change a person, turning something pure into something bloody and twisted. Looking into Zhang Hai's resolute yet murderous eyes, he ultimately chose to acquiesce.
He took a key from the drawer and handed it to Zhang Hai.
"Go." Sakumo Hatake's voice carried a hint of weariness, yet also contained a certain permission.
Zhang Hai took the keys, a smile returning to his face. He knew that his teacher had agreed to his idea. He asked with a smile, "Teacher, is there a limit to the number of people?"
Sakumo Hatake shook his head, his eyes bloodshot, yet a hint of worry flashed across them: "No. Just don't let things go wrong."
Zhang Haixin understood, knowing that his teacher was reminding him to be careful and not to play with fire and get burned.
"Thank you, teacher!" He clasped his hands in thanks, then put away the keys and left the office.
After obtaining the key, Zhang Hai headed straight for the depths of the interrogation department. This was not a simple prison cell, but a vast and complex underground structure. The entire space seemed to be formed by digging a huge underground cavern and then building rooms within these caverns, creating a labyrinthine network of interconnected chambers.
According to the number on the key, he found one of the heavy metal doors. The door was covered with sealing runes, making it appear exceptionally sturdy. Zhang Hai inserted the key into the lock, turned it gently, and with a "click," the heavy door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.
A damp smell mixed with the stench of sweat and blood wafted over me.
Inside lay at least a hundred ninjas, their clothes tattered, their expressions listless, some even bearing wounds. These men had clearly been captured in the previous battle and categorized as "useless"—having no value, no potential for rebellion, or rather, their intelligence value had been completely extracted. Therefore, they received no preferential treatment; they weren't even provided with proper beds, simply lying haphazardly on the cold ground. Zhang Hai even knew that if he hadn't "temporarily conscripted" them, these men might have had their chakra sealed and been sent to the back mountains to do hard labor until they died of old age.
Some of the sleeping ninjas, alerted by the sound of the door opening, groggily opened their eyes. When they saw only a figure wearing an ANBU mask in the doorway, their previously lifeless eyes inexplicably gleamed with a predatory glint. To them, this was undoubtedly a chance to escape!
Zhang Hai slammed the door shut, completely cutting off the outside light and plunging the room into darkness. He held up the key in his hand and waved it in front of the awakened ninjas, his voice carrying a hint of seduction that echoed in the silent cell: "Don't worry, it's just me. The key is right here. Defeat me, and you'll have a chance to escape."
His words were seductive, yet carried a deadly danger.
Some of the more alert ninjas, though their eyes gleamed with suspicion, remained hesitant. They warily eyed Zhang Hai, unsure if it was a trap. However, the ninja closest to Zhang Hai was blinded by the lure of freedom. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he sprang to his feet, launching a brutal attack on Zhang Hai!
His movements were swift and decisive; the kunai in his hand flashed with a cold light and pierced straight for Zhang Hai's vitals.
However, the blade flashed even faster!
"Shh!"
There was a soft sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath, followed by a very short sound of it being sheathed again. The ninja who had rushed towards Zhang Hai froze abruptly. He clutched his throat, his eyes filled with disbelief, his pupils dilating rapidly.
"Hah..." A painful and hoarse groan escaped his throat, filled with despair and regret. Finally, with a "thud," his body went limp and he fell to the ground, lifeless.