klisemfg Chapter 505 Sneer
Chapter 505 Sneer
A suppressed chuckle rippled through the classroom, and even Minato, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but turn his head away, his shoulders shrug.
Zhang Hai was not angry at all; on the contrary, he found it rather amusing.
He looked at the red-haired girl who resembled a wildcat with its fur standing on end, and then at the blond boy beside him with an innocent and longing expression. A bold and crazy idea quietly sprouted in his heart like a vine, and then quickly spread.
He suddenly realized that the world might be far more interesting than he had imagined.
He decided that he would not only watch from the sidelines, but also personally pluck the strings of these destinies.
Zhang Hai's seemingly ordinary words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly freezing Minato's gentle expression.
He could almost hear a faint, rhythmic sound, like someone sharpening a pencil with a small metal pencil sharpener, but no one around was doing so.
“They went to find help.” Zhang Hai’s gaze shifted from the group of whispering boys to the classroom door, and he tapped his finger lightly on the desk.
He paused for half a second before stating a fact: "That redhead is in danger."
Before he could finish speaking, Minato's figure had already turned into a blurry yellow afterimage, and with a slight sonic boom, he vanished from his seat in an instant, leaving only an empty chair.
His movements were so fast that almost no one could see them clearly; this was the Instantaneous Movement Technique. Zhang Hai wasn't surprised. He simply shook his head slightly, and his body transformed into a black line that blended into the shadows on the ground, silently following after him.
A faint, almost damp cardboard-like taste spread across his tongue.
Two figures, one in yellow and one in black, like two swift streaks of light, swept through the noisy campus one after the other, heading towards the training ground at the back of the school.
When they arrived, the situation was already tense.
Kushina was surrounded by five or six boys, the leader of whom was a boy who was half a head taller than them and, judging by his age, had at least graduated and become a genin.
A strange, sweet fragrance wafted through the air, like peaches that had been overripe by the sun.
Kushina's fiery red hair danced wildly in the wind. There was no fear on her face. Instead, she was like an enraged lion cub, launching the first attack.
Her physical skills were sharp and direct, but the older boy was clearly more experienced.
Just as Kushina threw a heavy punch at his face, the boy's figure turned into a wooden stake with a "bang," while his true form appeared behind Kushina like a ghost, delivering a precise chop to the back of her neck.
Kushina let out a muffled groan, her body went limp, and she fell heavily to the ground.
"Ha! What blood-red chili pepper? It's nothing but a weakling!" The boys who had been beaten up earlier immediately shouted triumphantly.
The big boy walked up to her with a disdainful look, bent down, grabbed Kushina's long red hair that was scattered on the ground, and roughly pulled her head up.
Zhang Hai felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck, as if a drop of ice water had fallen there.
The young man gripped the red hair tightly in his hand, forcefully tilting her head back. He leaned down, his face almost touching Kushina's.
“Your strange hair... People from the Land of Whirlpools are all monsters.” He mocked in a nasty tone. “Monster hair is a symbol of weakness, which is why your village was destroyed. You were too weak to be powerful.”
Hidden behind the bushes, Shui Men's fists were clenched white, and flames of anger burned in his azure eyes. He was about to rush out when Zhang Hai grabbed his shoulder. ...
Because Kushina on the ground made a new move.
Large tears rolled down her tightly closed eyes, sliding down her dust-covered cheeks, but they were not tears of surrender, but flames of anger and resentment.
A high-pitched, tuning fork-like sound vibrated faintly in the air.
She struggled to stand, supporting herself with her arms, and screamed in a voice trembling with tears yet brimming with unwavering defiance, "This red hair... I don't like it either! But... but it's a part of me!"
The next second, to everyone's astonishment, Kushina did something crazy.
She jerked her head violently, using all her strength to tear off the large lock of hair that the boy was holding!
The excruciating pain caused her to let out a suppressed cry, but her eyes instantly sharpened like knives.
The young man was completely stunned by her ruthlessness. He stared blankly at the long, blood-streaked red hair in his hand, and for a moment forgot all his movements.
At that very moment! Kushina leaped up from the ground like a spring, unleashing a swift and precise combination of punches and kicks that landed squarely on the boy's chest and face.
The boy let out a scream, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, completely incapacitated.
The surrounding boys were terrified and scattered like birds. ... Zhang Hai tasted a metallic and sweet mixture, like blood and sugar. ...
Kushina stood there, breathing heavily. Her face was streaked with tears and dust, a large patch of her long, fiery red hair was missing, and blood was seeping from her scalp, dripping down her hair.
She looked disheveled, yet she resembled a blood-soaked war god, radiating a chilling aura that made people afraid to look directly at her.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes burning with anger and brimming with tears. Instead of looking at the cowardly fleeing men, she pierced through the gaps in the trees and pinpointed with unparalleled precision the location where Zhang Hai and Shui Men were hiding.
Kushina's gaze was like two flaming daggers, piercing through the gaps in the bushes and stabbing fiercely into Minato.
She didn't question Zhang Hai beside her, but stared intently at the blond boy, as if he were the only person left in the world.
A faint sound, like the flapping of countless insect wings, rang in her ears, making her already chaotic thoughts even more agitated.
"Why?" Her voice was hoarse and trembling, with a heavy nasal tone. "Didn't you say you wanted to become Hokage? Why didn't you come to help me just now?" She didn't wait for an answer; the question itself was an outlet for her emotions.
After saying that, she turned and ran away without looking back. Her fiery red figure, filled with endless grievances and sorrow, quickly disappeared into the distance.
Shuimen instinctively wanted to chase after him, but Zhang Hai grabbed his arm.
Zhang Hai's hand was steady, and although his strength wasn't great, he couldn't break free. "Don't go." Zhang Hai's voice was calm, even somewhat cold.